<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193</id><updated>2012-02-01T18:55:27.145Z</updated><title type='text'>aldeões</title><subtitle type='html'>Aldeões - nome escolhido para o meu Blog, pois o objectivo deste espaço é colocá-lo à disposição dos meus aldeões- alunos da EB1 da Aldeia de Santo André.
Pretendo que aprendam a utilizar esta ferramenta e dela tirarem vantagens: compatilhando trabalhos; construíndo e consolidando os seus conhecimentos, através de uma aprendizagem activa e colaborativa.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1102699168147664476</id><published>2010-03-26T11:03:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:25:10.509Z</updated><title type='text'>Fomos ao Teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yVhZY3nhI/AAAAAAAABrs/gOPUwlKMYbs/s1600/SAM_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452897649822244370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yVhZY3nhI/AAAAAAAABrs/gOPUwlKMYbs/s400/SAM_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yWOUR9a4I/AAAAAAAABr0/cZiEtpCh2sU/s1600/SAM_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452898421545200514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yWOUR9a4I/AAAAAAAABr0/cZiEtpCh2sU/s400/SAM_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yW5mRgEyI/AAAAAAAABr8/zh-P_h1uxIs/s1600/SAM_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452899165109490466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yW5mRgEyI/AAAAAAAABr8/zh-P_h1uxIs/s400/SAM_0096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ycy2lJYoI/AAAAAAAABsk/5nIy5dkgoNc/s1600/SAM_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452905646297539202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ycy2lJYoI/AAAAAAAABsk/5nIy5dkgoNc/s400/SAM_0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yalbeBYZI/AAAAAAAABsU/nL0VGhqRzrY/s1600/SAM_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452903216658342290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yalbeBYZI/AAAAAAAABsU/nL0VGhqRzrY/s400/SAM_0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yZqcubY3I/AAAAAAAABsM/mrubxCTwO3o/s1600/SAM_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452902203383309170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yZqcubY3I/AAAAAAAABsM/mrubxCTwO3o/s400/SAM_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yX8dsd5wI/AAAAAAAABsE/fLLetzxVUvs/s1600/SAM_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452900313857910530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yX8dsd5wI/AAAAAAAABsE/fLLetzxVUvs/s400/SAM_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ybnolCp0I/AAAAAAAABsc/6ytMs80MCAE/s1600/SAM_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452904354048812866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ybnolCp0I/AAAAAAAABsc/6ytMs80MCAE/s400/SAM_0159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 25 de Março de 2010 fomos assistir a uma peça de teatro &lt;em&gt;"O Corcunda e a Cigana&lt;/em&gt;", retirada no filme &lt;em&gt;"O Corcunda de Notre Dame",&lt;/em&gt; baseada na obra clássica de Víctor Hugo &lt;em&gt;"NOTRE DAME DE PARIS",&lt;/em&gt; na EB1/JI nº 2, em Vila Nova de Santo André.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"o Corcunda de Notre Dame" ,&lt;/em&gt; conta a história do disforme sineiro da catedral de Notre Dame, em Paris, que se liberta do seu perverso "dono" e ganha a incondicional aceitação do povo de Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quasimodo,&lt;/em&gt; que nasceu com uma deformação física, é forçado a viver escondido na torre sineira da Catedral de Notre Dame, mas o corcunda, julgado apenas pela sua fealdade, afinal é sensível e generos, luta para salvar &lt;em&gt;Esmeralda,&lt;/em&gt; a bela cigana, de uma execução injusta e revela-se um ser excepcional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Um homem chamado Quasimodo, o Corcunda de Notre Dame. O qual foi escorraçado pelos parisienses, devido aos seus defeitos físicos, durante o reinado de Henrique IV. Quasimodo é preso por Fibus, um jovem e bravo cavaleiro que se apaixonou por uma linda cigana chamada Esmeralda. O Corcunda é condenado à vergonha na praça pública, pelo povo de Paris, mas contra tudo e todos surge Esmeralda, que por conhecer a bondade de Corcunda o salva da ira popular. O guardião de Quasimodo, Lord Frolo também está apaixonado pela jovem cigana e para se livrar deste sofrimento decide acusá-la de bruxaria em frente do Rei e condená-la à fogueira. Perante esta notícia Quasimodo não terá dúvidas em arriscar a sua vida para salvar a querida Esmeralda.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1102699168147664476?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1102699168147664476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1102699168147664476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1102699168147664476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1102699168147664476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/fomos-ao-teatro.html' title='Fomos ao Teatro'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6yVhZY3nhI/AAAAAAAABrs/gOPUwlKMYbs/s72-c/SAM_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2597567916531668839</id><published>2010-03-23T12:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:11:06.856Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA  MUNDIAL  DA  ÁGUA</title><content type='html'>Dia 22 de Março de 2010, comemorou-se o DIA MUNDIAL DA ÁGUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POUPE ÁGUA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não deixe as torneiras a pingar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tome duche em vez de banho de imersão;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Feche a torneira enquanto escova os dentes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Diminua a quantidade de água em cada descarga do autoclismo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não desperdice água e, sempre que possível, reaproveite-a;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Alerte os outros para a necessidade de poupar água.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2597567916531668839?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2597567916531668839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2597567916531668839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2597567916531668839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2597567916531668839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-mundial-da-arvore_23.html' title='DIA  MUNDIAL  DA  ÁGUA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-3075335000438157745</id><published>2010-03-23T10:49:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:11:38.400Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA  MUNDIAL  DA  ÁRVORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ih47bEawI/AAAAAAAABrM/IjlG76wsL9g/s1600-h/SAM_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; 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HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451788300208290450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ikkwCLupI/AAAAAAAABrc/rhUh_otFfM4/s400/SAM_0083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6iePOY-0hI/AAAAAAAABq0/Ca1o1egMKD0/s1600-h/SAM_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451781333330088466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6iePOY-0hI/AAAAAAAABq0/Ca1o1egMKD0/s400/SAM_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ije2uDz5I/AAAAAAAABrU/h7_pmJsEsKw/s1600-h/SAM_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451787099412090770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ije2uDz5I/AAAAAAAABrU/h7_pmJsEsKw/s400/SAM_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ilqy5bUWI/AAAAAAAABrk/nXMXeT9ufAI/s1600-h/SAM_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; HEIGHT: 99px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451789503567712610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S6ilqy5bUWI/AAAAAAAABrk/nXMXeT9ufAI/s400/SAM_0086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 19 de Março de 2010 foi o Dia do Pai. Os alunos fizeram um cartão para oferecer aos pais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Também nesse dia comemoramos, na nossa escola, o DIA MUNDIAL DA ÁRVORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Platámos uma árvore - sobreiro, no pátio da escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proteja a Floresta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Plante Árvores;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Preserve os Ecossistemas Florestais;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mantenha a Floresta limpa;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Use papel reciclado;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Escreva em ambos os lados do papel;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Separe o papel usado para ser reciclado;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ensine aqueles que não sabem proteger a Floresta;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Em caso de incêndio ligue o n.º 117.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3075335000438157745?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3075335000438157745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3075335000438157745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3075335000438157745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-506300368151126009</id><published>2010-01-18T14:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:54:52.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Tecendo Leituras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S1RvfdqWj3I/AAAAAAAABqk/cLn89AMWYiY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428086037217185650" style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S1RvfdqWj3I/AAAAAAAABqk/cLn89AMWYiY/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os músicos de Bremen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um homem tinha um burro que, há muito tempo, carregava sacos de milho para o moinho. O burro, porém, já estava ficando velho e não podia mais trabalhar. Por isso, o dono tencionava vendê-lo. O pobre animal, sabendo disso, ficou muito preocupado, pois não podia imaginar como seria seu novo dono... e então, para evitar qualquer surpresa desagradável, pôs-se a caminho da cidade de Bremen.&lt;br /&gt;"Certamente, poderei ser músico na cidade", pensava ele.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de andar um pouco, encontrou um cão deitado na estrada, arfando de cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;- Por que estás assim tão fatigado? Perguntou o burro.&lt;br /&gt;- Amigo, já estou ficando velho e, a cada dia, vou ficando mais fraco. Não posso mais caçar; por isso meu dono queria  entregar -me ao canil. Então, fugi, mas não sei como ganhar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois bem,  disse-lhe o burro. Minha história é bem semelhante à tua. Vou tentar a vida como músico em Bremen. Vem comigo. Eu tocarei flauta e tu poderás tocar tambor.&lt;br /&gt;O cão aceitou o convite e seguiu com o burro. Não tinham andado muito, quando encontraram um gato, muito triste, sentado no meio do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;- Que tristeza é essa, companheiro? Perguntaram-lhe os dois.&lt;br /&gt;- Como posso estar alegre, se minha vida está em perigo? Respondeu o gato. Estou ficando velho e prefiro estar sentado junto à lareira, em vez de caçar ratos. Por esse motivo, minha dona quer me afogar.&lt;br /&gt;- Ora, vem connosco a Bremen, propuseram os outros. Seremos músicos e ganharemos muito dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;O gato, depois de pensar um pouco, aderiu e acompanhou-os. Foram andando até que encontraram um galo, cantando tristemente, trepado numa cerca.&lt;br /&gt;- Que foi que te aconteceu, amigo? Perguntaram os três.&lt;br /&gt;- Imaginem, respondeu o galo, que amanhã a dona da casa vai ter visitas para o jantar. Então, sem dó nem piedade, ordenou ao cozinheiro que me matasse para fazer uma canja.&lt;br /&gt;Os outros, então,  propuseram-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Nós vamos a Bremen, onde nos tornaremos músicos. Tu tens boa voz. Que tal se nos reuníssemos para formar um conjunto?&lt;br /&gt;O galo gostou da ideia e juntando-se aos outros seguiram caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade de Bremen ficava muito distante e eles tiveram que parar numa floresta para passar a noite. O burro e o cão deitaram-se em baixo de uma árvore grande. O gato e o galo alojaram-se nos galhos da árvore.&lt;br /&gt;O galo, que se tinha colocado bem no alto, olhando ao redor, avistou uma luz ao longe, sinal de que deveria haver alguma casa por ali. Disse isso aos companheiros e todos acharam melhor andar até lá, pois o abrigo ali não estava muito confortável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começaram a andar e, cada vez mais, a luz se aproximava. Afinal, chegaram à casa. O burro, como era o maior, foi até a janela e espiou por uma fresta. À volta de uma mesa, viu quatro ladrões que comiam e bebiam. Transmitiu aos amigos o que tinha visto e ficaram todos imaginando um plano para afastar dali os homens. Por fim, resolveram aproximar-se da janela. O burro colocou-se de maneira a alcançar a borda da janela com uma das patas. O cão subiu nas costas do burro. O gato trepou nas costas do cão e o galo voou até ficar em cima do gato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, a um sinal combinado, começaram a fazer sua música juntos: o burro zurrava, o cão latia, o gato miava e o galo cantava. A seguir, quebrando os vidros da janela, entraram pela casa a dentro, fazendo um barulho medonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ladrões, pensando que algum fantasma havia surgido ali, saíram correndo para a floresta. Os quatro animais sentaram-se à mesa, serviram-se de tudo e procuraram um lugar para dormir. O burro deitou-se num monte de palha, no quintal; o cão, junto da porta, como a vigiar a casa; o gato, junto ao fogão, e o galo em cima numa viga do telhado. Como estavam muito cansados, logo adormeceram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco além da meia noite, os ladrões, verificando que a luz não brilhava mais dentro da casa, resolveram voltar. O chefe do bando disse aos outros:&lt;br /&gt;- Não devemos ter medo!&lt;br /&gt;E mandou que um entrasse primeiro para examinar a casa. Chegando à casa, o homem dirigiu-se à cozinha para acender um vela. Pensando que os olhos do gato, que brilhavam no escuro, eram brasas, tentou neles acender um fósforo. O gato, entretanto, não gostou da brincadeira e avançou para ele, cuspindo-o e arranhando-o. Ele apanhou um grande susto e correu para a porta dos fundos, mas o cão, que lá estava deitado, mordeu-lhe a perna. O ladrão saiu correndo para o quintal, mas, ao passar pelo burro, levou um coice. O galo, que acordara com o barulho, cantou bem alto: - Có, có, ró, có!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a correr, o ladrão foi  reunir-se aos outros, a quem contou:&lt;br /&gt;- Lá dentro há uma horrível bruxa que me arranhou com suas unhas afiadas e me cuspiu no rosto. Perto da porta, há um homem mau que me passou um canivete na perna. No quintal, há um monstro escuro, que me bateu com um pedaço de pau. Além disso tudo, no telhado está sentado um juiz, que gritou bem alto:&lt;br /&gt;"- Traga aqui o patife!!!"... Acho que não devemos voltar lá... é muito perigoso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso, nunca mais os ladrões voltaram àquela casa, e os quatro músicos de Bremen sentiam-se muito bem lá, onde faziam suas músicas e viviam despreocupados. De vez em quando alguém das redondezas  chamavam-os e lá iam eles, felizes e contentes, tocar a sua música...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-506300368151126009?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/506300368151126009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=506300368151126009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/506300368151126009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/506300368151126009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tecendo-leituras.html' title='Tecendo Leituras'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S1RvfdqWj3I/AAAAAAAABqk/cLn89AMWYiY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-3733802494706595299</id><published>2010-01-04T11:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:20:09.645Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta à escola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/S0HOD95GLGI/AAAAAAAABqc/haFgjWdezuE/s1600-h/vaaqf9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyoJY1sx4uI/AAAAAAAABqU/mYbPu_AW5Jg/s400/dia_de_natal-11014.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416151824202851042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os aldeões desejam um Feliz Natal a todos os seus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, com muitas prendas no sapatinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3765633382461309767?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3765633382461309767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3765633382461309767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3765633382461309767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3765633382461309767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyoJY1sx4uI/AAAAAAAABqU/mYbPu_AW5Jg/s72-c/dia_de_natal-11014.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1788007864910657940</id><published>2009-12-16T10:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:55:29.672Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Syi8l7dTyvI/AAAAAAAABp8/xC2BVUrFwKQ/s1600-h/Natal18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Syi8l7dTyvI/AAAAAAAABp8/xC2BVUrFwKQ/s400/Natal18.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415785911714826994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1788007864910657940?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1788007864910657940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1788007864910657940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1788007864910657940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1788007864910657940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Syi8l7dTyvI/AAAAAAAABp8/xC2BVUrFwKQ/s72-c/Natal18.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8461680417254909751</id><published>2009-12-15T11:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:27:56.224Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ  NATAL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sydxzqdma-I/AAAAAAAABp0/KZdr6iRo2rA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sydxzqdma-I/AAAAAAAABp0/KZdr6iRo2rA/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415422209322019810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8461680417254909751?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8461680417254909751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8461680417254909751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8461680417254909751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8461680417254909751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='FELIZ  NATAL!!'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sydxzqdma-I/AAAAAAAABp0/KZdr6iRo2rA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8988546495815967771</id><published>2009-12-09T13:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:42:07.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Saúde Oral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyAZYlmrGjI/AAAAAAAABps/Rc5sbijeV0w/s1600-h/EPSN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413354662301211186" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyAZYlmrGjI/AAAAAAAABps/Rc5sbijeV0w/s400/EPSN0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyAYtsC-kOI/AAAAAAAABpc/RDI6QKgAkis/s1600-h/EPSN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413353925296165090" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyAYtsC-kOI/AAAAAAAABpc/RDI6QKgAkis/s400/EPSN0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyAZIclAu9I/AAAAAAAABpk/RZtAyTOLW-s/s1600-h/EPSN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413354385000414162" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyAZIclAu9I/AAAAAAAABpk/RZtAyTOLW-s/s400/EPSN0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hoje, dia 9 de Dezembro, recebemos a visita da Doutora Marta, a Higienista Oral do Centro de Saúde de Santiago do Cacém. Observou os nossos dentes e conversou connosco sobre os cuidados a termos com eles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Aprendemos que devemos conservar os nossos dentes saudáveis, para garantirmos uma boa mastigação. Para isso, devemos lavá-los, pelo menos depois das refeições, ao levantar e ao deitar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8988546495815967771?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8988546495815967771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8988546495815967771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8988546495815967771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8988546495815967771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/saude-oral.html' title='Saúde Oral'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SyAZYlmrGjI/AAAAAAAABps/Rc5sbijeV0w/s72-c/EPSN0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8849701904348131441</id><published>2009-12-03T12:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:43:46.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita à Biblioteca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Hoje, dia 3 de Dezembro, fomos à Biblioteca Municipal Manuel José "Do Tojal", em Vila Nova de Santo André. Na "Hora do Conto", na sala "O Mundo Ao Contrário", ouvimos duas histórias de Natal, uma escrita pelo poeta José Fanha e outra escrita por Sophia de Mello Breyer Andersen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;(Os aldeões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8849701904348131441?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8849701904348131441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8849701904348131441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8849701904348131441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8849701904348131441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/12/visita-biblioteca.html' title='Visita à Biblioteca'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1184141501936506905</id><published>2009-11-30T20:04:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:10:55.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita à Feira de Santo André</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRCu4b2-yI/AAAAAAAABpU/FkGeqOuQ-zA/s1600/EPSN0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410022425569458978" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRCu4b2-yI/AAAAAAAABpU/FkGeqOuQ-zA/s400/EPSN0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRCf5FJnsI/AAAAAAAABpM/nKGdoZEO_Xg/s1600/EPSN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410022168044609218" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRCf5FJnsI/AAAAAAAABpM/nKGdoZEO_Xg/s400/EPSN0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRCK_XTMvI/AAAAAAAABpE/AsLl8yQ5vqM/s1600/EPSN0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410021808954094322" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRCK_XTMvI/AAAAAAAABpE/AsLl8yQ5vqM/s400/EPSN0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRBzkHQArI/AAAAAAAABo8/jYLWn3styyA/s1600/EPSN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410021406502027954" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRBzkHQArI/AAAAAAAABo8/jYLWn3styyA/s400/EPSN0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dia 30 de Novembro é dia de Santo André.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa aldeia tem o nome de Santo André porque este santo é seu padroeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os anos, neste dia, realiza-se a feira anual da aldeia de Santo André.&lt;br /&gt;Depois do almoço, fomos passear à feira. Havia muitas barracas com diferentes produtos para serem vendidos. Ainda estavam muitas barracas a serem montadas, pois amanhã também é dia de feira e como é feriado, os feirantes esperam muitos visitantes, isto é se estiver bom tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1184141501936506905?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1184141501936506905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1184141501936506905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1184141501936506905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1184141501936506905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/visita-feira-de-santo-andre.html' title='Visita à Feira de Santo André'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SxRCu4b2-yI/AAAAAAAABpU/FkGeqOuQ-zA/s72-c/EPSN0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1017112475500914834</id><published>2009-11-26T11:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:43:24.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Adivinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sw5pz42PzCI/AAAAAAAABo0/NPL9TCKrzyc/s1600/burro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sw5pz42PzCI/AAAAAAAABo0/NPL9TCKrzyc/s400/burro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408376542672702498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O burro sabe duas letras. Quais são?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1017112475500914834?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1017112475500914834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1017112475500914834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1017112475500914834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1017112475500914834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/adivinha.html' title='Adivinha'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sw5pz42PzCI/AAAAAAAABo0/NPL9TCKrzyc/s72-c/burro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-3320084490924910271</id><published>2009-11-23T22:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:05:03.138Z</updated><title type='text'>OS  NOSSOS  PROJECTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvsYDRn4LI/AAAAAAAABoU/wRxytayOKzM/s1600/EPSN0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675675528650930" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvsYDRn4LI/AAAAAAAABoU/wRxytayOKzM/s400/EPSN0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvrwoEjRII/AAAAAAAABoM/4B5lRdGc3Zw/s1600/EPSN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407674998211167362" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvrwoEjRII/AAAAAAAABoM/4B5lRdGc3Zw/s400/EPSN0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Swvtgx5XIyI/AAAAAAAABoc/JVWbQqo4k0g/s1600/EPSN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407676924993938210" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Swvtgx5XIyI/AAAAAAAABoc/JVWbQqo4k0g/s400/EPSN0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvudP38_sI/AAAAAAAABok/lzQ8i2iSKl0/s1600/EPSN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407677963833245378" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvudP38_sI/AAAAAAAABok/lzQ8i2iSKl0/s400/EPSN0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvvCkBa7NI/AAAAAAAABos/otFLV-YNe2o/s1600/EPSN0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407678604896824530" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvvCkBa7NI/AAAAAAAABos/otFLV-YNe2o/s400/EPSN0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, dia 23 de Novembro, fomos para o Monte do Paio, tivemos mais uma Aula de Campo do Projecto Quinta de Educação e Ambiente. Realizámos actividades muito giras:&lt;br /&gt;1- Fotopaper (percursos temáticos para descobrir e fotografar: fauna, agricultura e pecuária, flora)&lt;br /&gt;2 - Experiências;&lt;br /&gt;3- Pintura em telhas.&lt;br /&gt;Tirámos muitas fotografias e partilhámos as actividades com os nossos colegas das Escolas de Santiago do Cacém e de Santa Cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3320084490924910271?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3320084490924910271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3320084490924910271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3320084490924910271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3320084490924910271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-nossos-projectos_23.html' title='OS  NOSSOS  PROJECTOS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwvsYDRn4LI/AAAAAAAABoU/wRxytayOKzM/s72-c/EPSN0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-219245665025944801</id><published>2009-11-17T11:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:05:30.414Z</updated><title type='text'>Os nossos projectos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLhBq8YihI/AAAAAAAABoE/7T1ZiXM2Im8/s1600/EPSN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405129921621690898" style="width: 127px; height: 80px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLhBq8YihI/AAAAAAAABoE/7T1ZiXM2Im8/s400/EPSN0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLf3B6cB7I/AAAAAAAABns/t8EHbDnvvCA/s1600/EPSN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405128639297357746" style="width: 117px; height: 82px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLf3B6cB7I/AAAAAAAABns/t8EHbDnvvCA/s400/EPSN0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLgHA8O21I/AAAAAAAABn0/rdLK_lADk3k/s1600/EPSN0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405128913914354514" style="width: 100px; height: 78px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLgHA8O21I/AAAAAAAABn0/rdLK_lADk3k/s400/EPSN0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLfq02AdiI/AAAAAAAABnk/J9wCKISXtxs/s1600/EPSN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405128429630682658" style="width: 110px; height: 77px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLfq02AdiI/AAAAAAAABnk/J9wCKISXtxs/s400/EPSN0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLgW3-Io4I/AAAAAAAABn8/YorD-xKY2aI/s1600/EPSN0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405129186384323458" style="width: 127px; height: 74px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLgW3-Io4I/AAAAAAAABn8/YorD-xKY2aI/s400/EPSN0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Hoje, dia 17 de Novembro, fomos no autocarro da Câmara Municipal de Santiago do Cacém, à Escola Secundária Padre António Macedo. No laboratório realizámos experiências com materiais sólidos, líquidos e gasosos, do Projecto "À Descoberta de Pequenos Cientistas".&lt;br /&gt;Nesta actividade também participaram os nossos colegas da EB1 de Deixa-o-Resto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-219245665025944801?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/219245665025944801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=219245665025944801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/219245665025944801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/219245665025944801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-nossos-projectos.html' title='Os nossos projectos'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SwLhBq8YihI/AAAAAAAABoE/7T1ZiXM2Im8/s72-c/EPSN0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6359555896409800876</id><published>2009-11-16T23:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:06:01.836Z</updated><title type='text'>FUi  À  FEIRA</title><content type='html'>FUI À FEIRA   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar (café)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para o (pé)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;E eu sacudi, sacudi, sacudi&lt;br /&gt;Mas a formiguinha não parava de subir&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar uma (panela)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para a (canela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar um  (coelho)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para o (joelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar uma  (lanterna)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para a (perna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar  (couve roxa)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para a (coxa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar   (atum)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para o (bumbum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar  (jeropiga)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para a  (barriga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar umas  (tostas)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para as (costas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar (pão)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para a (mão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar  (palha-de-aço)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para o (braço)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar um  (pombo)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para o (ombro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar um  (tremoço)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para o (pescoço)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar  (ovelhas)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para as (orelhas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar  (giz)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para o (nariz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar uma (cesta)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para a (testa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar uma  (cartola)&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma formiguinha&lt;br /&gt;E subiu-me para a (carola/tola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;E eu sacudi, sacudi, sacudi&lt;br /&gt;E a formiguinha parou por aqui&lt;br /&gt; FIM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-6359555896409800876?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6359555896409800876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=6359555896409800876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6359555896409800876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6359555896409800876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/fui-feira.html' title='FUi  À  FEIRA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4811114132237768731</id><published>2009-11-11T19:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:53:30.035Z</updated><title type='text'>TECENDO  LEITURAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvsRbyolDTI/AAAAAAAABnU/4pL3qG6tH7k/s1600-h/castanhas.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402931347107155250" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvsRbyolDTI/AAAAAAAABnU/4pL3qG6tH7k/s400/castanhas.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A CASTANHA LILI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um castanheiro muito grande, que vivia junto de uma estrada. E todos os anos no Outono, quando as folhas começavam a ficar amarelas com a chuva e secas com o vento, este castanheiro ficava cheio de ouriços, todos castanhos e cheios de picos. Lá dentro, muito apertadinhas e quentinhas, estavam as castanhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num belo ano, durante o Outono, quando estavam a crescer os ouriços, houve um, que nasceu lá no alto, bem lá no alto... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ouriço era muito redondinho, muito brilhante quando chovia, e tinha uns picos muito afiados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O castanheiro ficou muito admirado, pois nunca tinha visto um ouriço tão bonito, e disse-lhe: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Que bonito que tu és ouriço! Nunca tive um ouriço tão belo na minha árvore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os outros ouriços, olharam todos para cima, e exclamaram: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- É verdade que ouriço tão bonito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; - É realmente muito lindo diziam eles, com pena de não serem tão lindos como ele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o nosso amigo ouriço, todos os dias era elogiado, e quanto mais crescia, mais bonito e elegante ficava. Assim, começou a ficar muito vaidoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Passava os dias a dançar e a abanar-se para todos o verem melhor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os outros ouriços, às vezes avisavam-no: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Tem cuidado ouriço, olha que o vento pode mandar-te para o chão! E o ouriço respondia: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Não tenho medo, o vento nunca me vai mandar para o chão, ele também me acha muito bonito! Mas um dia, começou a ouvir-se o barulho do vento: V....V.....V.....V...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O castanheiro no meio daquela ventania, gritava:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; - Segurem-se bem ouriços, para não caírem no chão! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Segura-te bem ouriço bonito, cuidado com o vento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; _ V....V.....V.....V.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o ouriço bonito gritava: - Ai, ai, que o vento não pára, vai mandar-me para o chão... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o vento, cada vez mais forte, atirou o ouriço para o chão e levou-o para muito longe do castanheiro... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando abriu os olhos, viu uma casa, couves, alfaces, cenouras, flores... era uma quinta. Mas o ouriço não sabia onde se encontrava, e quando se viu sozinho, começou a chorar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas de repente, ouviu uma vozinha que lhe dizia: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Não chores, e não tenhas medo, não estás sozinho, eu estou aqui! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ouriço ficou muito admirado, olhou para um lado e depois para o outro, mas não via ninguém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Sou eu, estou aqui, dentro de ti. Eu sou a tua castanha. Chamo-me Castanha Lili e até agora, vivi dentro de ti, ouriço. Mas, quando veio o vento, e te atirou para aqui, tu abriste-te um bocadinho, e eu, pude espreitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ouriço olhou para a Castanha Lili e disse-lhe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; -Ó castanha, tu és muito mais bela do que eu, tens uma cor muito bonita, e és tão lisinha... Magoaste-te quando eu caí?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; -Não ouriço, tu protegias-me bem com os teus picos- disse a Maria Castanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ouriço disse: -E agora, o que havemos de fazer? Não sei onde estamos, não vejo a nossa árvore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De repente, junto do ouriço e da Castanha Lili, apareceu um menino: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Olha uma castanha ainda dentro do ouriço. Vou levá-la para junto das outras, para quando fizermos o magusto. E o ouriço, também vou levá-lo para fazer uma bonita colagem lá na escola. E tanto o ouriço como a Castanha Lili, ficaram muito contentes, porque o menino tinha gostado muito deles, e ía levá-los para a sua escola, para participarem na festa das castanhas, a que chamamos magusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4811114132237768731?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4811114132237768731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4811114132237768731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4811114132237768731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4811114132237768731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/tecendo-leituras_11.html' title='TECENDO  LEITURAS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvsRbyolDTI/AAAAAAAABnU/4pL3qG6tH7k/s72-c/castanhas.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6236664441891628144</id><published>2009-11-11T14:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:57:53.747Z</updated><title type='text'>Magusto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvsXIXdFI-I/AAAAAAAABnc/qdOEx9X_Eyo/s1600-h/EPSN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402937610463421410" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvsXIXdFI-I/AAAAAAAABnc/qdOEx9X_Eyo/s400/EPSN0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvrJxqfYTEI/AAAAAAAABm8/DncGA8Jh4UI/s1600-h/magusto.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402852558041009218" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvrJxqfYTEI/AAAAAAAABm8/DncGA8Jh4UI/s400/magusto.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é dia de S. Martinho.&lt;br /&gt;Na escola comemos castanhas assadas e bebemos sumo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-6236664441891628144?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6236664441891628144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=6236664441891628144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6236664441891628144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6236664441891628144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/magusto_11.html' title='Magusto'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvsXIXdFI-I/AAAAAAAABnc/qdOEx9X_Eyo/s72-c/EPSN0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8453169020856146636</id><published>2009-11-10T17:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:36:20.974Z</updated><title type='text'>TECENDO  LEITURAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Svmfb3I9RmI/AAAAAAAABmM/NdEttxY66Nw/s1600-h/martinho1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Svmfb3I9RmI/AAAAAAAABmM/NdEttxY66Nw/s400/martinho1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524529014425186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvmffZFx4MI/AAAAAAAABmU/uLTf1a6Wakc/s1600-h/martinho2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvmffZFx4MI/AAAAAAAABmU/uLTf1a6Wakc/s400/martinho2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524589667508418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Svmfle0caOI/AAAAAAAABmc/3qeEqPXgZVA/s1600-h/imagesmartinho3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Svmfle0caOI/AAAAAAAABmc/3qeEqPXgZVA/s400/imagesmartinho3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524694284626146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Svmeg8vkvBI/AAAAAAAABmE/6O0QNQg1U2w/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Svmeg8vkvBI/AAAAAAAABmE/6O0QNQg1U2w/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402523516906290194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold;" class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lenda do Verão de S. Martinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Num dia de tempestade, ía São Martinho, valoroso soldado, montado no seu cavalo, quando viu um mendigo quase nu, tremendo de frio, que lhe estendia a mão suplicante e gelada.&lt;br /&gt;S. Martinho não hesitou: parou o cavalo, poisou a sua mão carinhosamente na do pobre e, em seguida, com a espada cortou ao meio a sua capa de militar, dando metade ao mendigo.&lt;br /&gt;E, apesar de mal agasalhado e de chover torrencialmente, preparava-se para continuar o seu caminho, cheio de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, subitamente, a tempestade desfez-se, o céu ficou límpido e um Sol de Verão inundou a terra de luz e calor.&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que Deus, para que não se apagasse da memória dos homens o acto de bondade praticado pelo Santo, todos  os anos, nessa mesma época, para por alguns dias o tempo frio e o céu e a terra sorriem com a bênção dum Sol quente e miraculoso.&lt;br /&gt;É o Verão de S. Martinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8453169020856146636?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8453169020856146636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8453169020856146636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8453169020856146636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8453169020856146636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/tecendo-leituras.html' title='TECENDO  LEITURAS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Svmfb3I9RmI/AAAAAAAABmM/NdEttxY66Nw/s72-c/martinho1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1752751138569285302</id><published>2009-11-04T21:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:23:59.274Z</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIOS  DA  ÉPOCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvHw4jAvs0I/AAAAAAAABl8/Xb5Aj5SUlVM/s1600-h/OuriÃ§os+e+castanhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400362282455642946" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvHw4jAvs0I/AAAAAAAABl8/Xb5Aj5SUlVM/s400/Ouri%C3%A7os+e+castanhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dia de São Martinho, lume, castanhas e vinho." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cava fundo em Novembro, para plantares em Janeiro." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Em Novembro, prova o vinho e planta o cebolinho"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1752751138569285302?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1752751138569285302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1752751138569285302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1752751138569285302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1752751138569285302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/11/proverbios-da-epoca.html' title='PROVÉRBIOS  DA  ÉPOCA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SvHw4jAvs0I/AAAAAAAABl8/Xb5Aj5SUlVM/s72-c/Ouri%C3%A7os+e+castanhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1108000104166270948</id><published>2009-10-30T11:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:35:34.666Z</updated><title type='text'>NOITE  DAS  BRUXAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SurQRaQ-8oI/AAAAAAAABl0/GTS5ny_X1-A/s1600-h/h20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 32px; HEIGHT: 32px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398356100883870338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SurQRaQ-8oI/AAAAAAAABl0/GTS5ny_X1-A/s400/h20.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SurP4hgAHFI/AAAAAAAABls/bAkAwxOGkSk/s1600-h/hallio1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 48px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398355673329179730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SurP4hgAHFI/AAAAAAAABls/bAkAwxOGkSk/s400/hallio1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(30,30,30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Travessuras ou Gostosuras?(Trick-or-treat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(30,30,30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;A brincadeira de "doces ou travessuras" é originária de um costume europeu do século IX, chamado de "souling" (almejar). No dia 2 de Novembro, Dia de Todas as Almas, os cristãos iam de vila em vila pedindo "soul cakes" (bolos de alma), que eram feitos de pequenos quadrados de pão com groselha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(30,30,30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Para cada bolo que ganhasse, a pessoa deveria fazer uma oração por um parente morto do doador. Acreditava-se que as orações ajudavam a alma a ir para o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1108000104166270948?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1108000104166270948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1108000104166270948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1108000104166270948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1108000104166270948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/noite-das-bruxas.html' title='NOITE  DAS  BRUXAS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SurQRaQ-8oI/AAAAAAAABl0/GTS5ny_X1-A/s72-c/h20.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7855447919298533181</id><published>2009-10-30T11:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:18:33.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 30, 30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;A palavra &lt;b&gt;Halloween&lt;/b&gt;  "Todo o Dia de Santos", é um dia    católico  em honra de santos. Mas, no século    V ac, na Irlanda Céltica, o Verão oficialmente acabava    em 31 de Outubro. O feriado era Samhain, o Ano novo céltico. Alguns bruxos acreditam que a origem do nome vem da palavra &lt;i&gt;hallowinas&lt;/i&gt;    - nome dado às guardiãs femininas do saber oculto das terras do    norte (Escandinávia). &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 30, 30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;O Halloween marca o fim oficial    do Verão e o início do Ano-Novo. Celebra também o final    das colheita do ano, o início do armazenamento    de provisões para o Inverno, o início do período de retorno    dos rebanhos do pasto e a renovação de suas leis. Era uma festa    com vários nomes: Samhain (fim de verão), Samhein, La Samon, ou    ainda, Festa do Sol. Mas o que ficou mesmo foi o escocês Hallowe'en.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 30, 30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Uma das lendas de origem celta fala    que os espíritos de todos que morreram ao longo daquele ano voltariam    à procura de corpos vivos para possuir e usar pelo próximo ano.    Os celtas acreditavam ser a única oportunidade de vida após a morte.    Os celtas acreditaram em todas as leis de espaço e tempo, o que permitia    que o mundo dos espíritos se misturassem com o dos vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 30, 30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Como os vivos não queriam    ser possuídos, na noite do dia 31 de Outubro, apagavam as tochas e fogueiras    de suas casa, para que elas se tornassem frias e desagradáveis, colocavam    fantasias e ruidosamente desfilavam em torno das casa, a fim de assustar os que procuravam corpos para possuir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 30, 30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Os Romanos adoptaram as práticas    célticas, mas no primeiro século depois de Cristo, eles as abandonaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 30, 30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;O Halloween foi levado para os Estados    Unidos em 1840, por imigrantes irlandeses que fugiam da fome pela qual seu país    passava e passa ser conhecido como o Dia das Bruxas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(30, 30, 30);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://ilove.terra.com.br/lili/palavrasesentimentos/imagens/htravessura.gif" width="88" height="76" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pesquisa feita pelos alunos do 3º e 4.º anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7855447919298533181?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7855447919298533181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7855447919298533181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7855447919298533181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7855447919298533181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/palavra-halloween-todo-o-dia-de-santos.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7373251720156755223</id><published>2009-10-27T18:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:04:29.618Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA  NACIONAL  DA 3ª IDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Suc1cj_zZ7I/AAAAAAAABlk/BGWEoWtkvNE/s1600-h/avÃ³s+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397341443242289074" style="WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Suc1cj_zZ7I/AAAAAAAABlk/BGWEoWtkvNE/s400/av%C3%B3s+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é "Dia Nacional da 3ª Idade". Nós queríamos fazer uma homenagem aos nossos avós.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui lhes deixamos um beijo do tamanho do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;(Os aldeões)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7373251720156755223?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7373251720156755223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7373251720156755223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7373251720156755223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7373251720156755223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-nacional-da-3-idade.html' title='DIA  NACIONAL  DA 3ª IDADE'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Suc1cj_zZ7I/AAAAAAAABlk/BGWEoWtkvNE/s72-c/av%C3%B3s+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-729905552206662680</id><published>2009-10-23T14:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:47:54.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SuGy0Ge9G5I/AAAAAAAABlE/-JBWmwCt7gQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SuGy0Ge9G5I/AAAAAAAABlE/-JBWmwCt7gQ/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395790436729953170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;Bom fim de semana a todos os amigos e visitantes deste cantinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-729905552206662680?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/729905552206662680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=729905552206662680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/729905552206662680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/729905552206662680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SuGy0Ge9G5I/AAAAAAAABlE/-JBWmwCt7gQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-846569543941881374</id><published>2009-10-22T10:29:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:33:19.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TECENDO  LEITURAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: 15px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 56px;" src="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/t-mcvermelho.jpg" alt="A menina do capuchinho vermelho" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;table style="width: 413px; height: 2139px;" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td colspan="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Era uma vez uma menina que vivia numa casinha perto da floresta.&lt;br /&gt;O passatempo preferido da menina era apanhar flores para oferecer&lt;br /&gt;à mãe e à avó. A avó desta menina também vivia numa casa do&lt;br /&gt;outro lado da floresta. Para visitar a avó, a menina tinha que&lt;br /&gt;andar muito pois não podia atravessar a floresta a direito por&lt;br /&gt;causa de um lobo que lá vivia e que apanhava e comia todas&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas que por lá passavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Um dia, a mãe da menina chamou-a e disse-lhe que ela tinha de levar um lanche a casa da avó porque ela estava doente e não podia levantar-se. A mãe avisou bem a menina para não entrar na floresta e não se demorar muito pelo caminho. A menina colocou a sua capa com um capuz vermelho, pegou no cesto do lanche e saiu para casa da avó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-1_small.jpg" border="0" height="117" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td colspan="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A meio do caminho pensou que seria bom levar um raminho de&lt;br /&gt;flores à avó para a alegrar.  Viu umas bem bonitas no caminho&lt;br /&gt;na orla da floresta e começou a apanhá-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;              &lt;td width="50%"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; De repente, junto de uma árvore lá mais adiante, viu umas flores amarelas que ela nunca tinha visto. Para apanhá-las tinha que entrar um bocadinho na floresta mas pensou que se aparecesse alguém, ela teria tempo de fugir. Entusiasmada com as flores, nem reparou que já tinha entrado demasiado na floresta e que as árvores e arbustos não a deixavam encontrar o caminho de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td colspan="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quando procurava a estrada por onde tinha ido, sentiu alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;atrás dela. Voltou-se e deu com o focinho do lobo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;encostado a ela. O lobo estava já a pensar que tinha encontrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;um belo petisco para aquele dia mas resolveu conversar um pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;com a menina antes de a comer. Perguntou-lhe onde ia e quando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ouviu dizer que ela ia visitar a avó ficou todo contente e começou a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pensar na maneira de comer as duas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-3_small.jpg" border="0" height="121" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sugeriu à menina divertirem-se&lt;br /&gt;um bocadinho e fazerem uma&lt;br /&gt;corrida até casa da avó.&lt;br /&gt;A menina começou a pensar&lt;br /&gt;que o lobo, afinal, não era tão&lt;br /&gt;mau como se dizia e aceitou fazer&lt;br /&gt;a corrida com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td colspan="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Partiram os dois e o lobo, que conhecia muito bem todos os&lt;br /&gt;caminhos da floresta, foi por um atalho e chegou rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;a casa da avozinha. Bateu à porta e disfarçou a voz para fingir&lt;br /&gt;que era a menina. Quando entrou,  foi logo para o quarto da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; avó&lt;br /&gt;que ficou muito assustada e desatou aos gritos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; O lobo abriu a boca e engoliu a avó de uma só vez. Depois, vestiu uma das camisas de dormir da avó, pôs uma touca na cabeça e deitou-se na cama à espera que a menina chegasse para comer a sobremesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-4_small.jpg" border="0" height="121" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td colspan="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quando a menina chegou, bateu à porta pensando que tinha&lt;br /&gt;ganho a corrida. O lobo mandou-a entrar fazendo uma voz&lt;br /&gt;fininha para fingir que era a avó. A menina ficou admirada por&lt;br /&gt;ver a avó com um aspecto tão diferente do habitual e pensou&lt;br /&gt;que ela devia estar mesmo muito doente. Perguntou-lhe porque tinha uns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-5_small.jpg" border="0" height="120" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; olhos tão grandes e o&lt;br /&gt;lobo respondeu, sempre&lt;br /&gt;disfarçando a voz, que era&lt;br /&gt;para ver melhor a sua&lt;br /&gt;querida netinha. Depois,&lt;br /&gt;a menina perguntou porque&lt;br /&gt;tinha ela as orelhas tão grandes&lt;br /&gt;e o lobo respondeu que era para&lt;br /&gt;a ouvir melhor. Em seguida, a&lt;br /&gt;menina perguntou-lhe porque&lt;br /&gt;tinha ela a boca tão grande e&lt;br /&gt;o lobo, já sem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td colspan="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; disfarçar a voz, disse que era para a comer melhor e saltou da cama&lt;br /&gt;para fora para engolir também a menina.&lt;br /&gt;Ela conseguiu sair a correr do quarto antes que o lobo a comesse e&lt;br /&gt;correu para a rua a gritar por socorro. Um caçador que passava ali&lt;br /&gt;perto ouviu os gritos e correu para junto da casa da avó. Assim que&lt;br /&gt;viu o lobo quase a apanhar a menina, apontou-lhe a espingarda e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disparou. O lobo caiu no chão e a menina ouviu os gritos da&lt;br /&gt;avó que estava dentro da barriga do lobo comilão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O caçador abriu a barriga do lobo com uma faca e a avozinha saiu lá de dentro muito contente por ainda estar viva. Fizeram uma grande festa e comeram os três o belo lanche da avó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/of2002/lobos/images/h6-6_small.jpg" border="0" height="116" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td colspan="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A partir desse dia toda a gente podia passear à vontade pela floresta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pois já não tinham que ter medo do malvado do lobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-846569543941881374?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/846569543941881374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=846569543941881374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/846569543941881374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/846569543941881374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/era-uma-vez-uma-menina-que-vivia-numa_1227.html' title='TECENDO  LEITURAS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8099184252437350679</id><published>2009-10-21T15:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:42:49.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conselhos úteis de segurança</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.junior.te.pt/Final/Rua/ImgA/sabiasque/conselhos_seguranca.gif" align="right" /&gt; Já deves ter ouvido bastantes notícias e histórias que se contam ligadas a crianças sobre assaltos, drogas, raptos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Provavelmente, quando ouves estas notícias não ligas muito, porque pensas que são coisas que só acontecem aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Mas enganas-te!&lt;br /&gt;Também te pode acontecer a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Assim, aqui vai uma lista de regras conselhos de segurança que, se forem seguidos à risca, te poderão deixar mais seguro.&lt;br /&gt;E os teus pais mais descansados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol class="arabe"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não andes sozinho, mesmo com amigos, por ruas desertas, terrenos baldios ou zonas do género.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Não tragas demasiado dinheiro contigo ou objectos valiosos (relógios, fios de ouro, telemóveis caros, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.junior.te.pt/Final/Rua/ImgA/sabiasque/conselhos_seguranca2.gif" align="right" /&gt; Não entres em automóveis ou aceites boleias de desconhecidos, seja sob que pretexto for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Não aceites guloseimas, rebuçados, pastilhas elásticas, etc., que te ofereçam pessoas que não conheces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Se te encontrares em dificuldades, telefona ao 112 e, se puderes, dirige-te à esquadra mais próxima.&lt;br /&gt;Se fores agarrado grita o mais alto que puderes e tenta fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Se alguém te quiser fazer mal, procura um grupo de pessoas ou um estabelecimento e pede ajuda. (Se achares necessário, fá-lo alto e bom som.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Comunica aos teus pais, à Polícia ou aos professores, qualquer perigo ou algo errado de que tenhas conhecimento ou que te tenham feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Se te encontrares só em casa não abras a porta a ninguém, a não ser que seja uma pessoa de absoluta confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.junior.te.pt/Final/Rua/ImgA/sabiasque/conselhos_seguranca3.gif" align="right" /&gt; Se estiveres em casa sozinho, nunca digas a desconhecidos que não está mais ninguém em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Dá a entender que neste momento o(s) adulto(s) não pode(m) atender (diz que a pessoa está a dormir, por exemplo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Se te perderes dos teus pais, não te afastes; será mais fácil encontrar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Não vás com ninguém e pede ajuda a um segurança ou a um polícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Decora a tua morada e telefone (e/ou telemóvel) de pais ou adultos de confiança.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, nunca dês essas informações a desconhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Não forneças informações sobre ti, sobre a tua família ou da tua casa a pessoas desconhecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Evita provar drogas por curiosidade ou porque os teus amigos ou colegas o fazem. Essa primeira vez pode conduzir-te à destruição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.junior.te.pt/Final/Rua/ImgA/sabiasque/conselhos_seguranca4.gif" align="right" /&gt; Evita a companhia de grupos de amigos (colegas ou não) que possam levar-te a cometer delitos (droga, actos de vandalismo, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Não mexas em fósforos nem em materiais que possam provocar incêndios. Não brinques com o fogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Não brinques com armas de fogo, mesmo que penses que estão descarregadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Tem cuidado com os objectos estranhos que encontrares abandonados pois podem ser perigosos (bombas, granadas, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Diz sempre aos teus pais ou a quem estiver contigo para onde e com quem vais brincar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Informação adaptada dos conselhos da Polícia Judiciária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8099184252437350679?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8099184252437350679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8099184252437350679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8099184252437350679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8099184252437350679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/10/conselhos-uteis-de-seguranca_21.html' title='Conselhos úteis de segurança'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7043418712750145677</id><published>2009-10-21T14:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:50:47.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CRESCER  EM  SEGURANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/St8PNbPNgVI/AAAAAAAABks/hUL2jnNht98/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SqrIUgg0k5I/AAAAAAAABkk/QR3H9QCmu6Q/s400/2377206912_f16c226805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá Turma!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benvindos amiguinhos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Escola dá-vos as boas vindas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendam e divertam-se!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3974922774377718479?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3974922774377718479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3974922774377718479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3974922774377718479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3974922774377718479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/abertura-do-ano-lectivo-20092010.html' title='Abertura do ano lectivo 2009/2010'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SqrIUgg0k5I/AAAAAAAABkk/QR3H9QCmu6Q/s72-c/2377206912_f16c226805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-809046754283133319</id><published>2009-06-23T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:17:49.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkFUbNn2XjI/AAAAAAAABkc/pIfWnlDZ0Ic/s1600-h/amizade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350650658782862898" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkFUbNn2XjI/AAAAAAAABkc/pIfWnlDZ0Ic/s400/amizade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-809046754283133319?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/809046754283133319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=809046754283133319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/809046754283133319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/809046754283133319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkFUbNn2XjI/AAAAAAAABkc/pIfWnlDZ0Ic/s72-c/amizade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6250236977677583265</id><published>2009-06-23T11:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:40:09.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCw-giANFI/AAAAAAAABkU/LdqQxQL5OHo/s1600-h/FÃ©rias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350470945247081554" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCw-giANFI/AAAAAAAABkU/LdqQxQL5OHo/s400/F%C3%A9rias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCwyxnqSHI/AAAAAAAABkM/npU4TLKo2XA/s1600-h/FÃ©rias.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350470743675783282" style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCwyxnqSHI/AAAAAAAABkM/npU4TLKo2XA/s400/F%C3%A9rias.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-6250236977677583265?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6250236977677583265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=6250236977677583265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6250236977677583265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6250236977677583265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/boas-ferias.html' title='Boas Férias'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCw-giANFI/AAAAAAAABkU/LdqQxQL5OHo/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8904873098438451101</id><published>2009-06-23T11:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:35:44.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Final do Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCuDK1VexI/AAAAAAAABjs/PRIALZvJ1LI/s1600-h/EPSN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350467726787050258" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCuDK1VexI/AAAAAAAABjs/PRIALZvJ1LI/s400/EPSN0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCtB3WVi1I/AAAAAAAABjc/DO77mV0BGzo/s1600-h/EPSN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350466604865260370" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCtB3WVi1I/AAAAAAAABjc/DO77mV0BGzo/s400/EPSN0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCt2us6dZI/AAAAAAAABjk/0J6L-w9Jp0U/s1600-h/EPSN0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350467513077101970" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCt2us6dZI/AAAAAAAABjk/0J6L-w9Jp0U/s400/EPSN0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCu2ttT1lI/AAAAAAAABj0/ut-iSNMJDsc/s1600-h/EPSN0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350468612321957458" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCu2ttT1lI/AAAAAAAABj0/ut-iSNMJDsc/s400/EPSN0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCvEdfYi2I/AAAAAAAABj8/Reg3qXju8YA/s1600-h/EPSN0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350468848486746978" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCvEdfYi2I/AAAAAAAABj8/Reg3qXju8YA/s400/EPSN0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCvhtuo6qI/AAAAAAAABkE/Ykpj-AOXef4/s1600-h/EPSN0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350469351061908130" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCvhtuo6qI/AAAAAAAABkE/Ykpj-AOXef4/s400/EPSN0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim foi a nossa festa de final do ano lectivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora vamos de férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8904873098438451101?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8904873098438451101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8904873098438451101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8904873098438451101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8904873098438451101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-do-ano.html' title='Final do Ano'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SkCuDK1VexI/AAAAAAAABjs/PRIALZvJ1LI/s72-c/EPSN0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-735566942116278152</id><published>2009-06-02T21:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:41:16.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi divertido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWOSufnoPI/AAAAAAAABjU/XL1ocYdWUZw/s1600-h/EPSN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342832985314402546" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWOSufnoPI/AAAAAAAABjU/XL1ocYdWUZw/s400/EPSN0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWOHfB_MPI/AAAAAAAABjM/UZ7AXUIa_IQ/s1600-h/EPSN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342832792185024754" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWOHfB_MPI/AAAAAAAABjM/UZ7AXUIa_IQ/s400/EPSN0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWF9sfiOpI/AAAAAAAABi8/7eRgofyEmGA/s1600-h/EPSN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342823827906902674" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWF9sfiOpI/AAAAAAAABi8/7eRgofyEmGA/s400/EPSN0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWNCcpGi5I/AAAAAAAABjE/44Ny3Ucq_uY/s1600-h/EPSN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342831606132804498" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWNCcpGi5I/AAAAAAAABjE/44Ny3Ucq_uY/s400/EPSN0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWFHU1CkKI/AAAAAAAABis/g5MHo47vRG0/s1600-h/EPSN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342822893841715362" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWFHU1CkKI/AAAAAAAABis/g5MHo47vRG0/s400/EPSN0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWFZ2gN9FI/AAAAAAAABi0/a8DFe44juL4/s1600-h/EPSN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342823212118832210" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWFZ2gN9FI/AAAAAAAABi0/a8DFe44juL4/s400/EPSN0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os aldeões foram comemorar o "Dia Mundial da Criança", em Santiado do Cacém, na Quinta do Chafariz. As actividades foram muito divertidas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-735566942116278152?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/735566942116278152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=735566942116278152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/735566942116278152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/735566942116278152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/foi-divertido.html' title='Foi divertido!'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWOSufnoPI/AAAAAAAABjU/XL1ocYdWUZw/s72-c/EPSN0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2467810644068413340</id><published>2009-06-02T20:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:47:45.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWD8tMo2MI/AAAAAAAABik/-ranDRHjr00/s1600-h/dia_crianca_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342821611892955330" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWD8tMo2MI/AAAAAAAABik/-ranDRHjr00/s400/dia_crianca_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWD0JbSjcI/AAAAAAAABic/uqktbDzUXc8/s1600-h/dia_crianca_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342821464851779010" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWD0JbSjcI/AAAAAAAABic/uqktbDzUXc8/s400/dia_crianca_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O "Dia Mundial da Criança" foi criado com o objectivo de protecção às crianças de todo o mundo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oficialmente, é comemorado a 20 de Novembro, data que a ONU reconhece como Dia Universal das Crianças por ser a data em que foi aprovada a Declaração dos Direitos da Criança. Porém, a data efectiva de comemoração varia de país para país.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Portugal, o Dia da criança é festejado em 1 de Junho, pois o mês de Maio homenageia Maria, mãe de Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;pós a 2ª Grande Guerra Mundial, as crianças de todo o Mundo enfrentavam grandes dificuldades, a alimentação era deficiente, os cuidados médicos eram escassos. Os pais não tinham dinheiro, viviam com muitas dificuldades, retiravam os filhos da Escola e punham-nos a trabalhar de sol a sol. Mais de metade das crianças Europeias não sabia ler nem escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1950, a Federação Democrática Internacional das Mulheres, propôs às Nações Unidas que se comemorasse um dia dedicado a todas as crianças do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Os Estados Membros das Nações Unidas, - ONU - reconhecendo que as crianças, independentemente da raça, cor, sexo, religião e origem nacional ou social, necessitam de cuidados e atenções especiais, precisam de ser compreendidas, preparadas e educadas de modo a terem possibilidades de usufruir de um futuro condigno e risonho, propuseram o Dia 1 de Junho, como Dia Mundial da Criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca é demais lembrar, até porque poucas vezes isso tem sido feito, quais os direitos que assistem especificamente às crianças, e que estão consagrados na Convenção sobre os Direitos da Criança que foi elaborada em 1989 pelas Nações Unidas, que tiveram em consideração, entre outras coisas, o indicado na Declaração dos Direitos da Criança, adoptada em 20 de Novembro de 1959 pela Assembleia Geral desta Organização, que dizia que “a criança, por motivo da sua falta de maturidade física e intelectual, tem necessidade de uma protecção e cuidados especiais...”.&lt;br /&gt;A ONU reconheceu também que “em todos os países do mundo há crianças que vivem em condições particularmente difíceis e a quem importa assegurar uma atenção especial, tendo devidamente em conta a importância das tradições e valores culturais de cada povo para a protecção e o desenvolvimento harmonioso da criança e a importância da cooperação internacional para a melhoria das condições de vida das crianças em todos os países, em particular nos países em desenvolvimento.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2467810644068413340?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2467810644068413340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2467810644068413340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2467810644068413340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2467810644068413340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-mundial-da-crianca.html' title='Dia Mundial da Criança'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SiWD8tMo2MI/AAAAAAAABik/-ranDRHjr00/s72-c/dia_crianca_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6959825271305253207</id><published>2009-05-28T21:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:37:53.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita à Biblioteca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh72Z1qmh6I/AAAAAAAABiM/weJYidoU4Go/s1600-h/EPSN0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340977131870914466" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh72Z1qmh6I/AAAAAAAABiM/weJYidoU4Go/s400/EPSN0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh72LwahC1I/AAAAAAAABiE/Ks-nxu6oz-0/s1600-h/EPSN0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340976889943100242" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh72LwahC1I/AAAAAAAABiE/Ks-nxu6oz-0/s400/EPSN0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh72owbegEI/AAAAAAAABiU/jcKER1Ui2wU/s1600-h/EPSN0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340977388163334210" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh72owbegEI/AAAAAAAABiU/jcKER1Ui2wU/s400/EPSN0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 28 de Maio de 2009, realizámos uma visita de estudo à Biblioteca Municipal de Vila Nova de Santo André. Ouvimos uma história na sala "O Mundo Ao Contrário", uns colegas brincaram, outros leram pequenos livros e vimos um pequeno filme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi uma manhã muito divertida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-6959825271305253207?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6959825271305253207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=6959825271305253207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6959825271305253207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6959825271305253207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/visita-biblioteca.html' title='Visita à Biblioteca'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh72Z1qmh6I/AAAAAAAABiM/weJYidoU4Go/s72-c/EPSN0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2588843937252661682</id><published>2009-05-28T21:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:39:06.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirilampo Mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh7zmmBb2nI/AAAAAAAABh8/zFGcWSOgYoI/s1600-h/EPSN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340974052475132530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh7zmmBb2nI/AAAAAAAABh8/zFGcWSOgYoI/s400/EPSN0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os aldeões participaram na Campanha do Pirilampo Mágico 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comprámos o Pirilampo e o Pin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Também decorámos um Pirilampo que vai estar exposto, na Biblioteca Municipal Manuel da Fonseca, em Santiago do Cacém, juntamente com muitos mais, feitos por outros colegas de outras escolas do nosso concelho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2588843937252661682?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2588843937252661682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2588843937252661682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2588843937252661682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2588843937252661682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/pirilampo-magico.html' title='Pirilampo Mágico'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sh7zmmBb2nI/AAAAAAAABh8/zFGcWSOgYoI/s72-c/EPSN0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7772173550384242102</id><published>2009-05-25T22:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:18:24.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA  INTERCALAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ShsIm-QaasI/AAAAAAAABhk/sWqjjlo5JWo/s1600-h/EPSN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339871248817744578" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ShsIm-QaasI/AAAAAAAABhk/sWqjjlo5JWo/s400/EPSN0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ShsIzTwchZI/AAAAAAAABhs/4nN9Ua5bL94/s1600-h/EPSN0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339871460747675026" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ShsIzTwchZI/AAAAAAAABhs/4nN9Ua5bL94/s400/EPSN0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ShsJNKNa_wI/AAAAAAAABh0/4HNX4VO1lOM/s1600-h/EPSN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339871904861454082" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ShsJNKNa_wI/AAAAAAAABh0/4HNX4VO1lOM/s400/EPSN0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 25 de Maio de 2009, fomos para o Monte do Paio com os colegas do 1.º e 4.º anos da Turma do professor Paulo, da EB1 de Santiago do Cacém. Aí teve lugar o Dia Intercalar. Apresentámos trabalhos elaborados ao longo do ano lectivo, nas nossas salas de aula, a partir das Aulas de Campo do Projecto da Quinta de Educação e Ambiente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7772173550384242102?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7772173550384242102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7772173550384242102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7772173550384242102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7772173550384242102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-intercalar.html' title='DIA  INTERCALAR'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ShsIm-QaasI/AAAAAAAABhk/sWqjjlo5JWo/s72-c/EPSN0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-5008758928376746632</id><published>2009-05-13T20:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:48:38.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TECENDO  LEITURAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Castelos de areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junto a uma serra há uma praia pequenina, de areia macia, onde as crianças gostam de brincar. É ali que se encontram muitas vezes a Rita, o Miguel e o André, três primos, cuja melhor brincadeira é construir castelos, ali à beira do mar. Mas são sempre uns senhores castelos! Altos, com torres e torreões, com portas e portões! E é ver quem faz o castelo mais alto, mais complicado, mais… tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, os primos resolveram construir um castelo com pessoas, cavalos, portas, janelas, árvores e tudo o mais que lhes viesse à cabeça. E o castelo ali se ergueu, maior do que todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;— Castelo sem princesa, nunca se viu! — disse a Rita. E logo os primos puseram uma princesa à janela.&lt;br /&gt;— Castelo sem bandeiras, nunca se viu! — disse o Miguel. E logo apareceram bandeiras de papel na torre mais alta, a ondular ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;— Castelo sem fosso, nunca se viu! — queixava-se agora o André. E lá fizeram um fosso cheio de água.&lt;br /&gt;— Um castelo deve ter bruxas! — continuou a Rita. E ela mesma fez uma bruxa a saltar da torre, montada numa vassoura.&lt;br /&gt;— Um castelo deve ter fadas! — pediu o André. E a fada entrou pela ponte levadiça.&lt;br /&gt;— Um castelo deve ter um gigante! — E o Miguel ria-se enquanto fazia um gigante ao lado da fada.&lt;br /&gt;— À noite, as tempestades metem medo! — E a Rita salpicava o castelo com água do mar, como se fosse uma grande chuvada.&lt;br /&gt;— E o vento sopra forte… — E todos sopravam e riam, riam e sopravam.&lt;br /&gt;— E um dragão, um castelo precisa de um dragão! — gritou o Miguel — Vamos fazer um dragão.&lt;br /&gt;— Não vamos fazer dragão nenhum; o Fofinho serve. — E a Rita puxou o cão para junto do castelo.&lt;br /&gt;— E agora chega o príncipe e mata o dragão. — anunciou o André.&lt;br /&gt;— Mata nada! O cão é meu! — gritou o Miguel, agarrado ao Fofinho, que não parecia interessado em fazer o papel de dragão.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, o mar tinha subido devagarinho e já destruíra uma porta do castelo.&lt;br /&gt;— Meninos, são horas do almoço! — chamava a tia Isabel. — Já estão há muito tempo aí ao sol.&lt;br /&gt;— É isso! É isso! — disse o Miguel, muito sisudo. — É o tempo, é o tempo! Não há castelo que escape aos ataques do tempo! Ele passa e as muralhas irão cair, as paredes abrirão fendas; do castelo em ruínas fugirão fadas e dragões, bruxas e gigantes! Amanhã será a altura de reconstruirmos o nosso castelo.&lt;br /&gt;— Amanhã faremos novas torres — garantia o André.&lt;br /&gt;— Amanhã teremos novas fadas — afirmava o Miguel.&lt;br /&gt;— Pois é, e hoje teremos novo almoço! Vamos comer.&lt;br /&gt;E a Rita correu para casa com os primos e o cão-dragão atrás dela.&lt;br /&gt;O castelo ali ficou na luta com o mar. Aos poucos, as torres caíram, o fosso desfez-se, a fada já não era mais do que um montinho de areia, arredondado pelas ondas. O mar ia deixar a praia de novo lisa e macia, pronta para que as crianças viessem construir os seus castelos de areia com dragões, gigantes e feiticeiros.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, recomeçará a brincadeira do mar e das Ritas, dos Migueis e dos Andrés que sonham e constroem castelos de areia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Natércia Rocha&lt;br /&gt;Castelos de areia&lt;br /&gt;Venda Nova, Bertrand Editora, 1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-5008758928376746632?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5008758928376746632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=5008758928376746632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5008758928376746632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5008758928376746632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/tecendo-leituras_13.html' title='TECENDO  LEITURAS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-3889212056482595424</id><published>2009-05-11T20:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:17:17.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TECENDO  LEITURAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A cor da pele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certo dia, Paulina chegou à escola com uma pergunta esquisita na cabeça. No dia anterior tinha ouvido as pessoas grandes falarem da cor do seu tio. Elas tinham dito que o seu tio era negro. Paulina, no entanto, olhou atentamente para o seu tio e achou-o normal. Então perguntou à sua professora:&lt;br /&gt;— É mau ser negro, senhora professora?&lt;br /&gt;A professora ficou espantada, sem voz, procurando uma resposta para a pergunta da Paulina. E foi assim que tudo começou.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a professora se levantou, apontou para o armário no fundo da sala de aulas. Como que por magia, as tintas guardadas no armário acordaram e, todas juntas, começaram a falar das cores. As crianças olhavam espantadas. Depois, as tintas aproximaram-se das crianças e começaram a dançar. Colaram-se ao grande quadro negro e misturaram-se formando mil e uma cores cada vez mais variadas e mais bonitas, como que para fazer o rosto da alegria. Todas as crianças estavam maravilhadas e fizeram uma grande roda à volta das cores.&lt;br /&gt;E as cores murmuraram:&lt;br /&gt;— Nós somos as cores, as cores da vida! E para ver a vida cor-de-rosa é preciso abrir o coração, porque nada nem ninguém é completamente negro ou branco. As crianças, então, dançaram e cantaram as cores da vida. Depois pararam, olharam à sua volta e as cores voltaram a murmurar:&lt;br /&gt;— Cada um tem a sua cor, cada um tem a sua beleza, as cores da vida vivem em cada um de vós, encontrai o vosso arco-íris!&lt;br /&gt;A primeira a começar foi a Camila. Ficou com a cara vermelha ao pensar no Sebastião em segredo. Depois o Pedro pôs-se a dançar como um louco; girava, girava, girava numa dança encantada e quando parou sentiu-se mal e ficou com a cara verde! O Cláudio riu tanto que quase se engasgou e ficou com a cara azul! A Maria, ao ver que o Cláudio quase se engasgava, ficou com a cara branca de susto. As bochechas cor-de-rosa do Quim mostravam que ele estava bem-humorado.&lt;br /&gt;Diante desta excitação geral, a professora poderia ter ficado com a cara negra de irritação e parecer-se com a Paulina, mas não, ela estava feliz. As crianças olharam umas para as outras: eram todas diferentes mas, de mãos dadas, elas eram apenas crianças de todas as cores que tinham acabado de compreender que o rosto da felicidade só se desenha com cores.&lt;br /&gt;A professora agradeceu às cores e elas partiram para os seus lugares no armário ao fundo da sala. Depois sorriu para a Paulina e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;— A verdadeira cor do homem é aquela que ele tem no seu coração!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sandrine Monnier-Murariu&lt;br /&gt;Histórias para sonharPorto, Civilização Editora, 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3889212056482595424?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3889212056482595424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3889212056482595424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3889212056482595424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3889212056482595424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/tecendo-leituras.html' title='TECENDO  LEITURAS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8833615142447721606</id><published>2009-05-01T21:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:49:34.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita dos colegas de Castro Marim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftagunJtPI/AAAAAAAABg0/ZSyzDv-Y55c/s1600-h/EPSN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330954102237672690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftagunJtPI/AAAAAAAABg0/ZSyzDv-Y55c/s400/EPSN0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftbGDlxXoI/AAAAAAAABg8/U3JkhTQsOr8/s1600-h/EPSN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330954743524187778" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftbGDlxXoI/AAAAAAAABg8/U3JkhTQsOr8/s400/EPSN0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sftf8813-tI/AAAAAAAABhc/LO68pdvJsbs/s1600-h/EPSN0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330960084651997906" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sftf8813-tI/AAAAAAAABhc/LO68pdvJsbs/s400/EPSN0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sftftf_-TwI/AAAAAAAABhU/TK4PhRtAb-Q/s1600-h/EPSN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330959819211689730" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sftftf_-TwI/AAAAAAAABhU/TK4PhRtAb-Q/s400/EPSN0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftbYfGf6vI/AAAAAAAABhE/6n9mE9VJqmU/s1600-h/EPSN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330955060146858738" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftbYfGf6vI/AAAAAAAABhE/6n9mE9VJqmU/s400/EPSN0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftbtPnYqdI/AAAAAAAABhM/E5gPItfgc6g/s1600-h/EPSN0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330955416767080914" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftbtPnYqdI/AAAAAAAABhM/E5gPItfgc6g/s400/EPSN0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 30 de Abril de 2009, recebemos a visita dos nossos colegas das EB1 de Odeleite e do Azinhal, do concelho de Castro Marim, com os quais temos feito um intercâmbio escolar, ao longo deste ano lectivo, desenvolvendo o Projecto "Descobrindo Novas Realidades...Rumo a Novas Experiências". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fomos para no Monte do Paio, Reserva das Lagoas de Santo André e da Sancha, onde fizemos um Percurso Pedestre com Pedipaper (organizámo-nos em quatro grupos, tivemos de encontrar as diferentes pistas e responder às respectivas questões sobre o que observámos na Reserva da Lagoa de Santo André. Usámos os binóculos para observar as aves na Lagoa).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois mostrámos as instalações do Monte do Paio e estivemos a dar comida aos burros e aos póneis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi um dia muito divertido, apesar da chuva da hora do almoço. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8833615142447721606?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8833615142447721606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8833615142447721606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8833615142447721606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8833615142447721606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/visita-dos-colegas-de-castro-marim.html' title='Visita dos colegas de Castro Marim'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SftagunJtPI/AAAAAAAABg0/ZSyzDv-Y55c/s72-c/EPSN0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7126870033969708934</id><published>2009-04-22T21:54:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:01:57.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA  MUNDIAL  DA  TERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se-EVaXuLXI/AAAAAAAABgU/UOCze3oEFZE/s1600-h/Dia+M+Terra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327622387593522546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se-EVaXuLXI/AAAAAAAABgU/UOCze3oEFZE/s400/Dia+M+Terra1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se-EQ9Rl7kI/AAAAAAAABgM/-xU285gcwHA/s1600-h/Dia+m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327622311063711298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se-EQ9Rl7kI/AAAAAAAABgM/-xU285gcwHA/s400/Dia+m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se-EeNoHO1I/AAAAAAAABgc/Fh67QfE1SaM/s1600-h/imagem_planeta_terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327622538791435090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se-EeNoHO1I/AAAAAAAABgc/Fh67QfE1SaM/s400/imagem_planeta_terra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Dia da Terra foi criado em 1970 quando o Senador norte-americano Gaylord Nelson convocou o primeiro protesto nacional contra a poluição. É festejado em 22 de Abril e a partir de 1990, outros países passaram a celebrar a data.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe-se que a Terra tem em torno de 4,5 biliões de anos e existem várias teorias para o “nascimento” do planeta. A Terra é o terceiro planeta do Sistema Solar, tendo a Lua como seu único satélite natural. A Terra tem 510,3 milhões de km2 de área total, sendo que aproximadamente 97% é composto por água (1,59 bilhões de km3). A quantidade de água salgada é 30 vezes a de água doce, e 50% da água doce do planeta está situada no subsolo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A atmosfera terrestre vai até cerca de 1.000 km de altura, sendo composta basicamente de nitrogénio, oxigénio, arménio e outros gases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 400 milhões de anos a Pangéia reunia todas as terras num único continente. Com o movimento lento das placas tectónicas (blocos em que a crosta terrestre está dividida), 225 milhões de anos atrás a Pangéia partiu-se no sentido leste-oeste, formando a Laurásia ao norte e Godwana ao sul e somente há 60 milhões de anos a Terra assumiu a conformação e posição actual dos continentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relevo da Terra é influenciado pela acção de vários agentes (vulcanismo), abalos sísmicos, ventos, chuvas, marés, acção do homem) que são responsáveis pela sua formação, desgaste e modelagem. O ponto mais alto da Terra é o Everest no Nepal/ China com aproximadamente 8.848 metros acima do nível do mar. A Terra já passou por pelo menos 3 grandes períodos glaciais e outros pequenos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mundo é a Nossa Casa. Vamos ajudar o nosso planeta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7126870033969708934?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7126870033969708934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7126870033969708934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7126870033969708934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7126870033969708934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/dia-mundial-da-terra.html' title='DIA  MUNDIAL  DA  TERRA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se-EVaXuLXI/AAAAAAAABgU/UOCze3oEFZE/s72-c/Dia+M+Terra1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8918371275518117522</id><published>2009-04-22T20:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:37:25.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula de Campo no Monte do Paio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99rcSZJoI/AAAAAAAABfE/otXzEpnxphM/s1600-h/EPSN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327615069483771522" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99rcSZJoI/AAAAAAAABfE/otXzEpnxphM/s400/EPSN0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se976LUG5EI/AAAAAAAABec/Vj8TKWWhUZc/s1600-h/EPSN0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613123602342978" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se976LUG5EI/AAAAAAAABec/Vj8TKWWhUZc/s400/EPSN0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99dpAxOMI/AAAAAAAABe8/cIYb0aOfNAQ/s1600-h/EPSN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614832381343938" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99dpAxOMI/AAAAAAAABe8/cIYb0aOfNAQ/s400/EPSN0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se9-7OjznJI/AAAAAAAABfc/3d1LRU7eYes/s1600-h/EPSN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327616440188247186" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se9-7OjznJI/AAAAAAAABfc/3d1LRU7eYes/s400/EPSN0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se98zP6zI3I/AAAAAAAABek/S2U9pZBMJ2I/s1600-h/EPSN0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614104090911602" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se98zP6zI3I/AAAAAAAABek/S2U9pZBMJ2I/s400/EPSN0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99QnU329I/AAAAAAAABe0/uIO0NCVaeZ4/s1600-h/EPSN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614608590494674" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99QnU329I/AAAAAAAABe0/uIO0NCVaeZ4/s400/EPSN0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se96uT8XFaI/AAAAAAAABeU/sHylnSfkIos/s1600-h/EPSN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327611820248602018" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se96uT8XFaI/AAAAAAAABeU/sHylnSfkIos/s400/EPSN0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99AKd6lBI/AAAAAAAABes/rKRaMGLizMQ/s1600-h/EPSN0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614325965886482" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99AKd6lBI/AAAAAAAABes/rKRaMGLizMQ/s400/EPSN0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se9_jfVM9oI/AAAAAAAABfk/5jQY9XxIbXg/s1600-h/EPSN0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327617131885164162" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se9_jfVM9oI/AAAAAAAABfk/5jQY9XxIbXg/s400/EPSN0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se9948KyujI/AAAAAAAABfM/hhiCSoSlsfU/s1600-h/EPSN0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327615301380127282" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se9948KyujI/AAAAAAAABfM/hhiCSoSlsfU/s400/EPSN0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se9-CybYJDI/AAAAAAAABfU/cY3EHP5rEDQ/s1600-h/EPSN0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327615470564025394" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se9-CybYJDI/AAAAAAAABfU/cY3EHP5rEDQ/s400/EPSN0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, dia 22 de Abril de 2009, comemora-se o Dia Mundial da Terra. Voltamos ao Monte do Paio para mais uma Aula de Campo, do Projecto Quinta de Educação e Ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;Partilhamos as actividades com os nossos colegas, da EB1 de Santiago do Cacém, da turma do professor Paulo Ribeiro.&lt;br /&gt;As actividades propostas pela Carla e pela Daniela foram muito giras:&lt;br /&gt;- Experiências:Densidade dos líquidos;&lt;br /&gt;- Passeio ao pinhal, explorando a "Manta Morta";&lt;br /&gt;- Jogo: “O monstrengo da quinta”, aqui "demos asas à nossa imaginação" e criámos oa nossos monstrinhos-animais para mais tarde recordar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Arantxa trabalhou connosco o Rap da Quinta.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um dia muito bem passado, onde aprendemos coisas novas e nos divertimos imenso, regressamos à nossa escola&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8918371275518117522?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8918371275518117522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8918371275518117522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8918371275518117522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8918371275518117522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-dia-22-de-marco-de-2009-voltamos.html' title='Aula de Campo no Monte do Paio'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Se99rcSZJoI/AAAAAAAABfE/otXzEpnxphM/s72-c/EPSN0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-621238187819582843</id><published>2009-04-20T21:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:14:09.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alunos partilhando - Projecto do DGAC Zonas Húmidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezXeW7pcwI/AAAAAAAABeM/gpKUKN9ZQzI/s1600-h/EPSN0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326869375824261890" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezXeW7pcwI/AAAAAAAABeM/gpKUKN9ZQzI/s400/EPSN0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante o ano lectivo de 2008/2009 alunos de várias escolas estão envolvidos no projecto: "Descobrindo Novas Realidades... Rumo A Novas Experiências, Próximos na Biodiversidade, com as Novas Tecnologias".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa lógica de rede, este projecto de educação ambiental teve início no ano lectivo 2007/2008, continua a envolver a troca de experiências entre alunos de algumas escolas inseridas em Áreas Protegidas que integram o Departamento de Gestão de Áreas Classificadas Zonas Húmidas (DGACZH) /ICNB: Reserva Natural Sapal Castro Marim Vila Real Santo António, Reserva Natural das Lagoas de Santo André e Sancha, Reserva Natural Estuário Sado, Reserva Natural Estuário Tejo e Reserva Natural do Paul do Boquilobo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São objectivos deste Projecto sensibilizar para a importância dos valores naturais, contribuindo para a formação integral do aluno e promover o alargamento de horizontes culturais, proporcionando a integração dos jovens numa comunidade diferente e confrontando outras realidades, valorizando cada uma e respeitando as diferenças. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No presente ano estão envolvidas no projecto 14 turmas do 1º ciclo do Ensino Básico, 2 Turmas do Jardim-de-infância e uma Turma de 2º ciclo, num total de 450 Alunos e 50 Professores e Técnicos, dos Agrupamentos de Escolas de Vila Real de Santo António, Castro Marim, Alcochete, Setúbal, Santo André e Golegã (Azinhaga).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As acções previstas, – visita às Áreas Protegidas, troca de correspondência e pesquisas –, no Projecto estão a ser implementadas através das parcerias desenvolvidas com as Autarquias de Vila Real de Santo António, Castro Marim, Alcochete, Santiago do Cacém, Golegã e Setúbal, e à semelhança do ano anterior, estão a ser solicitados às empresas, ao abrigo da lei do mecenato ambiental, patrocínios para financiar o projecto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para o encerramento do projecto, neste ano lectivo, está agendado um encontro com jogos, actividades e brindes que vai reunir todos os alunos, professores, parceiros e apoiantes na RNSCMVRSA no próximo dia 5 de Junho, Dia Mundial do Ambiente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://portal.icnb.pt/ICNPortal"&gt;http://portal.icnb.pt/ICNPortal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-621238187819582843?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/621238187819582843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=621238187819582843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/621238187819582843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/621238187819582843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/alunos-partilhando-projecto-do-dgac.html' title='Alunos partilhando - Projecto do DGAC Zonas Húmidas'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezXeW7pcwI/AAAAAAAABeM/gpKUKN9ZQzI/s72-c/EPSN0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7664570406016987185</id><published>2009-04-20T19:36:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:58:58.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapal de Castro Marim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezHWrxz1HI/AAAAAAAABeE/sFNey9TssIQ/s1600-h/Sapal+salinas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326851651795145842" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezHWrxz1HI/AAAAAAAABeE/sFNey9TssIQ/s400/Sapal+salinas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezEQupv7CI/AAAAAAAABds/abe6cLK7PEQ/s1600-h/perna_longa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326848250952543266" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezEQupv7CI/AAAAAAAABds/abe6cLK7PEQ/s400/perna_longa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezEINcqleI/AAAAAAAABdk/vMqOgldTkdQ/s1600-h/Sapal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326848104600344034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezEINcqleI/AAAAAAAABdk/vMqOgldTkdQ/s400/Sapal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezG_KFt3UI/AAAAAAAABd8/WtQShQB7DPk/s1600-h/Sapal+flamingos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326851247614844226" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezG_KFt3UI/AAAAAAAABd8/WtQShQB7DPk/s400/Sapal+flamingos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezGN8hqdfI/AAAAAAAABd0/YSMZkOH1tZE/s1600-h/Sapal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850402160375282" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezGN8hqdfI/AAAAAAAABd0/YSMZkOH1tZE/s400/Sapal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezD-Pv-o5I/AAAAAAAABdc/isTLAyw88rc/s1600-h/Sapal+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326847933419529106" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezD-Pv-o5I/AAAAAAAABdc/isTLAyw88rc/s400/Sapal+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezDyc-AvjI/AAAAAAAABdU/KiPDN3qKCg4/s1600-h/C_Marim_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326847730809617970" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezDyc-AvjI/AAAAAAAABdU/KiPDN3qKCg4/s400/C_Marim_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapal de Castro Marim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reserva ecológica entre a terra e o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto à foz do rio Guadiana, a Reserva Natural do Sapal de Castro Marim e Vila Real de Santo António é uma das principais zonas húmidas do país, tendo sido distinguida a nível internacional pela Convenção de Ramsar. Trata-se de uma área de protecção especial que abrange uma unidade ecológica muito representativa de zona húmida, formada por sapais salgados, corpos de água salobra, salinas e esteiros, onde coabitam diversas espécies de plantas e animais. As zonas secas de xistos, grés vermelho, areias e arenitos e as zonas de cota mais elevada nas encostas da serra algarvia completam o cenário de biodiversidades desta região do sotavento algarvio.Habitat natural para um elevado número de espécies faunísticas, o Sapal de Castro Marim abriga milhares de aves aquáticas, que aqui encontram óptimas condições de nidificação e invernada. Durante todo o ano, 153 espécies diferentes, que incluem flamingos, cegonhas, alfaiates, pilritos, borrelhos e pernas vermelhas, procuram a reserva como local de residência fixa, temporária ou de passagem.O valioso património ambiental destaca-se ainda como local de abrigo e de reprodução para numerosas espécies aquáticas, entre as quais 34 tipos de moluscos, 10 de peixes, 13 de répteis, 11 de anfíbios e seis de crustáceos, funcionando como um viveiro natural. Nas zonas circundantes, mais secas e elevadas, predominam as aves terrestres, nomeadamente passeriformes e rapinas. A grande riqueza da flora, que conta com mais de 400 tipos de plantas, faz deste local um paraíso botânico. A vegetação do sapal inundado é dominada por espécies vegetais halofíticas, altamente resistentes à secura provocada pelo excesso de sais no solo, de entre as quais se destaca a morraça, planta que suporta longos períodos de submersão.Para conhecer esta zona protegida do sotavento algarvio e apreciar a grande biodiversidade deste meio natural, um centro de acolhimento, no Cerro da Rocha, tem à disposição a documentação e os itinerários necessários para a visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.visitalgarve.pt/visitalgarve/vPT/VivaOAlgarve/NaturezaPaisagem"&gt;www.visitalgarve.pt/visitalgarve/vPT/VivaOAlgarve/NaturezaPaisagem&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7664570406016987185?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7664570406016987185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7664570406016987185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7664570406016987185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7664570406016987185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/sapal-de-castro-marim.html' title='Sapal de Castro Marim'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SezHWrxz1HI/AAAAAAAABeE/sFNey9TssIQ/s72-c/Sapal+salinas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8438659394503500000</id><published>2009-04-20T18:56:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:23:26.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alunos trocam experiências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey6XtJxctI/AAAAAAAABcM/nU1h585Oj3k/s1600-h/EPSN0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326837375692796626" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey6XtJxctI/AAAAAAAABcM/nU1h585Oj3k/s400/EPSN0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey6grp15FI/AAAAAAAABcU/PWNioxQgUWc/s1600-h/EPSN0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326837529909257298" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey6grp15FI/AAAAAAAABcU/PWNioxQgUWc/s400/EPSN0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey7DKLOvdI/AAAAAAAABcs/lcAgRYA-reg/s1600-h/EPSN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326838122217913810" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey7DKLOvdI/AAAAAAAABcs/lcAgRYA-reg/s400/EPSN0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey6sBcvB4I/AAAAAAAABcc/k9W3AHC2xmY/s1600-h/EPSN0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326837724738422658" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey6sBcvB4I/AAAAAAAABcc/k9W3AHC2xmY/s400/EPSN0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey637RywAI/AAAAAAAABck/I24cEO3k3eI/s1600-h/EPSN0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326837929240346626" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey637RywAI/AAAAAAAABck/I24cEO3k3eI/s400/EPSN0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey7YbbJOyI/AAAAAAAABc0/MWDipWMDdz0/s1600-h/EPSN0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326838487625317154" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey7YbbJOyI/AAAAAAAABc0/MWDipWMDdz0/s400/EPSN0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey8B97nhdI/AAAAAAAABdE/UyiNu9BxnDk/s1600-h/EPSN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326839201262962130" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey8B97nhdI/AAAAAAAABdE/UyiNu9BxnDk/s400/EPSN0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey7nB70TQI/AAAAAAAABc8/SsHpzkGLBd8/s1600-h/EPSN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326838738481073410" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey7nB70TQI/AAAAAAAABc8/SsHpzkGLBd8/s400/EPSN0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey8TW79lpI/AAAAAAAABdM/m9WzoBl1PT8/s1600-h/EPSN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326839500033070738" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey8TW79lpI/AAAAAAAABdM/m9WzoBl1PT8/s400/EPSN0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 17 de Abril de 2009, os alunos (os aldeões) da Escola Básica do 1º Ciclo de Santo André nº 1 (aldeia de Santo André) da Reserva Natural das Lagoas de Santo André e da Sancha (RNLSAS), foram visitar a Reserva Natural do Sapal de Castro Marim e de Vila Real de Santo António (RNSCVRSA). Foram conhecer pessoalmente os seus colegas das escolas Básicas 1º Ciclo de Odeleite e do Azinhal, do concelho de Castro Marim, com os quais têm vindo a trocar vivências e conhecimentos ao longo deste ano lectivo 2008/2009, acerca dos valores  naturais e culturais destas Áreas Protegidas. Para além da Reserva, os alunos foram visitar as aldeias de Odeleite e do Azinhal.&lt;br /&gt;Esta iniciativa realizou-se no âmbito da 2ª edição do Projecto- Piloto de educação ambiental “Descobrindo Novas Realidades... Rumo a Novas Experiências, Próximos na Biodiversidade com as Novas Tecnologias”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  (os  aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8438659394503500000?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8438659394503500000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8438659394503500000&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8438659394503500000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8438659394503500000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/alunos-trocam-experiencias.html' title='Alunos trocam experiências'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sey6XtJxctI/AAAAAAAABcM/nU1h585Oj3k/s72-c/EPSN0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-5167273723373026002</id><published>2009-04-13T22:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:48:48.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A palavra "Páscoa" em várias línguas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SeOzKvMnuiI/AAAAAAAABcE/LZpJ2GZiX6k/s1600-h/Feliz%2BP%25C3%25A1scoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324296181531523618" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SeOzKvMnuiI/AAAAAAAABcE/LZpJ2GZiX6k/s400/Feliz%2BP%25C3%25A1scoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alemão - Ostern &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Árabe - عيد الفصح (ʿĪdu l-Fiṣḥ)&lt;br /&gt;Basco - Bazko&lt;br /&gt;Búlgaro - Пасха (Paskha)&lt;br /&gt;Catalão - Pasqua&lt;br /&gt;Espanhol - Pascua&lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Pasko&lt;br /&gt;Finlandês - Pääsiäinen&lt;br /&gt;Francês - Pâques&lt;br /&gt;Friulano - Pasche&lt;br /&gt;Georgiano - აღდგომა (Aghdgoma)&lt;br /&gt;Grego - Πάσχα (Páscha)&lt;br /&gt;Inglês - Easter&lt;br /&gt;Irlandês - Cáisg&lt;br /&gt;Islandês - Paska&lt;br /&gt;Italiano - Pasqua&lt;br /&gt;Latim - Pascha ou Festa Paschalia&lt;br /&gt;Neerlandês - Pasen&lt;br /&gt;Norueguês - Påske&lt;br /&gt;Polonês - Wielkanoc&lt;br /&gt;Português - Páscoa&lt;br /&gt;Romeno - Paşti&lt;br /&gt;Russo - Пасха (Paskha)&lt;br /&gt;Sueco - Påsk&lt;br /&gt;Turco - Paskalya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-5167273723373026002?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5167273723373026002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=5167273723373026002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5167273723373026002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5167273723373026002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/palavra-pascoa-em-varias-linguas.html' title='A palavra &quot;Páscoa&quot; em várias línguas'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SeOzKvMnuiI/AAAAAAAABcE/LZpJ2GZiX6k/s72-c/Feliz%2BP%25C3%25A1scoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-5326116591707498274</id><published>2009-04-13T22:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:37:25.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Início do 3º Período</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SeOweUmsuSI/AAAAAAAABbs/TPLuiTuCNmU/s1600-h/imagesCAVQBXR8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324293219455645986" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SeOweUmsuSI/AAAAAAAABbs/TPLuiTuCNmU/s400/imagesCAVQBXR8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanhã voltaremos ao trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-5326116591707498274?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5326116591707498274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=5326116591707498274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5326116591707498274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5326116591707498274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/inicio-do-3-periodo.html' title='Início do 3º Período'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SeOweUmsuSI/AAAAAAAABbs/TPLuiTuCNmU/s72-c/imagesCAVQBXR8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4721577979729794389</id><published>2009-03-27T22:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:23:21.624Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sc1RXBm1tNI/AAAAAAAABbk/1_CP0H2ZaME/s1600-h/PÃ¡scoa+Feliz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317996191004603602" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sc1RXBm1tNI/AAAAAAAABbk/1_CP0H2ZaME/s400/P%C3%A1scoa+Feliz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317995250831546450" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sc1QgTMHWFI/AAAAAAAABbc/O38S0K8nU0Y/s400/Feliz+P%C3%A1scoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boas Férias para a pequenada!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4721577979729794389?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4721577979729794389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4721577979729794389&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4721577979729794389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4721577979729794389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/feliz-pascoa.html' title='Feliz Páscoa'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Sc1RXBm1tNI/AAAAAAAABbk/1_CP0H2ZaME/s72-c/P%C3%A1scoa+Feliz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4290872135177619541</id><published>2009-03-25T22:47:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:15:13.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Scq2XE58ozI/AAAAAAAABbU/cbkOqEBdbI8/s1600-h/ampulheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317262817634329394" style="width: 98px; height: 74px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Scq2XE58ozI/AAAAAAAABbU/cbkOqEBdbI8/s400/ampulheta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensamento de William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‏&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo é muito lento para os que esperam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito rápido para os que têm medo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito longo para os que lamentam&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito curto para os que festejam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, para os que amam, o tempo é eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(enviado pelo André Costa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4290872135177619541?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4290872135177619541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4290872135177619541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4290872135177619541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4290872135177619541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Scq2XE58ozI/AAAAAAAABbU/cbkOqEBdbI8/s72-c/ampulheta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1621526961772084729</id><published>2009-03-25T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:45:52.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Viva a Primavera!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Scq0CQKM8OI/AAAAAAAABa8/WHYJnuGbA74/s1600-h/om-primavera.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317260260854788322" style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Scq0CQKM8OI/AAAAAAAABa8/WHYJnuGbA74/s400/om-primavera.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1621526961772084729?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1621526961772084729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1621526961772084729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1621526961772084729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1621526961772084729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/viva-primavera.html' title='Viva a Primavera!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Scq0CQKM8OI/AAAAAAAABa8/WHYJnuGbA74/s72-c/om-primavera.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4521973280379874791</id><published>2009-03-22T20:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:25:59.105Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ScaiyUdzHDI/AAAAAAAABak/Ly3iwTfHcxE/s1600-h/EPSN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316115395528301618" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ScaiyUdzHDI/AAAAAAAABak/Ly3iwTfHcxE/s400/EPSN0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Scai_6A4beI/AAAAAAAABas/TYOTV_J5xr4/s1600-h/EPSN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316115628945862114" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Scai_6A4beI/AAAAAAAABas/TYOTV_J5xr4/s400/EPSN0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ScajzE3ZybI/AAAAAAAABa0/oQdx2zGUvQk/s1600-h/EPSN0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316116508032223666" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ScajzE3ZybI/AAAAAAAABa0/oQdx2zGUvQk/s400/EPSN0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Dia Mundial da Árvore ou Dia Mundial da Floresta festeja-se em 21 de Março. A comemoração oficial do Dia da Árvore teve lugar pela primeira vez no estado norte-americano do Nebraska, em 1872.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nota: Nos EUA, é comemorado no dia 23 de Setembro, junto do aniversário de Julius Sterling Morton, morador da Nebrasca, que incentivou a plantação de árvores naquele estado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na nossa escola também festejámos este dia plantando uma árvore (tília), no pátio da escola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4521973280379874791?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4521973280379874791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4521973280379874791&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4521973280379874791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4521973280379874791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-mundial-da-arvore.html' title='Dia Mundial da Árvore'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ScaiyUdzHDI/AAAAAAAABak/Ly3iwTfHcxE/s72-c/EPSN0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4457435554934646637</id><published>2009-03-12T22:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:24:04.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Escola Segura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmKg1D61hI/AAAAAAAABac/5Wv5OBlMUQo/s1600-h/EPSN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312429532064175634" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmKg1D61hI/AAAAAAAABac/5Wv5OBlMUQo/s400/EPSN0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmJ0FmqwLI/AAAAAAAABaA/akUkCgCjjmM/s1600-h/EPSN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312428763410776242" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmJ0FmqwLI/AAAAAAAABaA/akUkCgCjjmM/s400/EPSN0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmJn_wBpzI/AAAAAAAABZ4/TbjpmoOMjWU/s1600-h/EPSN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312428555680982834" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmJn_wBpzI/AAAAAAAABZ4/TbjpmoOMjWU/s400/EPSN0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmKICiPI4I/AAAAAAAABaQ/7j9cfnd0ZkE/s1600-h/EPSN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312429106184266626" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmKICiPI4I/AAAAAAAABaQ/7j9cfnd0ZkE/s400/EPSN0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmJfYutsoI/AAAAAAAABZw/4PPW8gDRP4w/s1600-h/EPSN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312428407767544450" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmJfYutsoI/AAAAAAAABZw/4PPW8gDRP4w/s400/EPSN0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmJ-dQpT7I/AAAAAAAABaI/qExrBmjnWjw/s1600-h/EPSN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312428941559549874" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmJ-dQpT7I/AAAAAAAABaI/qExrBmjnWjw/s400/EPSN0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;No dia 12 de Março de 2009, os Agentes da GNR, da Escola Segura estiveram na escola para trabalhar connosco assuntos importantes sobre a segurança dos peões e dos ciclistas quando andam nas ruas e nas estradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4457435554934646637?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4457435554934646637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4457435554934646637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4457435554934646637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4457435554934646637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/escola-segura.html' title='Escola Segura'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmKg1D61hI/AAAAAAAABac/5Wv5OBlMUQo/s72-c/EPSN0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-3413052890814198937</id><published>2009-03-12T22:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:12:58.448Z</updated><title type='text'>Aula de ténis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmIGe7l_dI/AAAAAAAABZo/_rtwgu3KnXg/s1600-h/EPSN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312426880423820754" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmIGe7l_dI/AAAAAAAABZo/_rtwgu3KnXg/s400/EPSN0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmIAJKl7QI/AAAAAAAABZg/T-HhYPC1tc8/s1600-h/EPSN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312426771501935874" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmIAJKl7QI/AAAAAAAABZg/T-HhYPC1tc8/s400/EPSN0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 10 de Março de 2009 tivemos uma aula de ténis, dada pelo professor do Clube de Ténis de Vila Nova de Santo André. Nós gostámos muito desta actividade. O professor é muito simpático.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3413052890814198937?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3413052890814198937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3413052890814198937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3413052890814198937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3413052890814198937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/aula-de-tenis_12.html' title='Aula de ténis'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmIGe7l_dI/AAAAAAAABZo/_rtwgu3KnXg/s72-c/EPSN0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2699938903078243418</id><published>2009-03-12T21:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:01:45.809Z</updated><title type='text'>Abertura da Lagoa de Santo André ao mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmEYPrP_GI/AAAAAAAABZY/aSortwhOI00/s1600-h/Abertura+d+a+Lagoa+5+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312422787519872098" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmEYPrP_GI/AAAAAAAABZY/aSortwhOI00/s400/Abertura+d+a+Lagoa+5+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmES3FM8FI/AAAAAAAABZQ/5y-vfV6CGrU/s1600-h/Abertura+d+aLagoa+4+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312422695018491986" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmES3FM8FI/AAAAAAAABZQ/5y-vfV6CGrU/s400/Abertura+d+aLagoa+4+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A abertura da Lagoa de Santo André ao mar proporciona águas limpas. É considerado um evento cultural relevante nesta Reserva Natural. Apesar de não ser uma festa tradicional, é uma actividade que atrai habitantes da região, e marca simbolicamente o inicío da estação da Primavera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2699938903078243418?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2699938903078243418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2699938903078243418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2699938903078243418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2699938903078243418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/abertura-da-lagoa-de-santo-andre-ao-mar_12.html' title='Abertura da Lagoa de Santo André ao mar'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmEYPrP_GI/AAAAAAAABZY/aSortwhOI00/s72-c/Abertura+d+a+Lagoa+5+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6872534824277009635</id><published>2009-03-12T21:35:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:43:09.468Z</updated><title type='text'>Abertura da Lagoa de Santo André ao mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmBVkrnoFI/AAAAAAAABZA/slYBmvNxG-w/s1600-h/Abertura++da+Lagoa+3+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312419443084075090" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmBVkrnoFI/AAAAAAAABZA/slYBmvNxG-w/s400/Abertura++da+Lagoa+3+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmBDDDO9aI/AAAAAAAABYw/XHy5IQki4vg/s1600-h/Abertura+da+Lagoa+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312419124818671010" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmBDDDO9aI/AAAAAAAABYw/XHy5IQki4vg/s400/Abertura+da+Lagoa+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmBJpMNaUI/AAAAAAAABY4/7xu85GtyI7c/s1600-h/Abertura+da+lagoa+2+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312419238136080706" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmBJpMNaUI/AAAAAAAABY4/7xu85GtyI7c/s400/Abertura+da+lagoa+2+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lagoa de Santo André encontra-se separada do oceano por um cordão arenoso que constitui uma barreira de 4 Km, a qual pode romper de forma natural, durante temporais violentos. Durante estas tempestades podem ocorrer galgamentos da barreira conduzindo à entrada de água salgada e ao robustecimento altimétrico do cordão arenoso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A frequência natural destes acontecimentos, é no entanto incompatível com a necessidade de renovação anual lagunar e com a manutenção de níveis que possibilitem a utilização agrícola das terras húmidas adjacentes, razões que levam a que a abertura da barreira seja feita artificialmente, em regra uma vez por ano. É na Primavera, em maré-baixa equinocial que esta abertura é feita. Mantém-se normalmente aberta entre 2 a 6 semanas, conduzindo a uma redução do nível da água, aumento da salinidade e diminuição de materiais acumulados. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assegurado assim o escoamento da água salobra que inunda os campos de cultivo e a renovação do corpo aquoso lagunar. É rasgada uma barra de maré, que evolui de forma natural, reconstituindo-se o cordão dunar até ao fecho da barra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A abertura da Lagoa de Santo André ao mar aconteceu no dia 9 de Março de 2009, pelas 15h30m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fotografias: Arquivo da RNLSAS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-6872534824277009635?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6872534824277009635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=6872534824277009635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6872534824277009635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6872534824277009635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/abertura-da-lagoa-de-santo-andre-ao-mar.html' title='Abertura da Lagoa de Santo André ao mar'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SbmBVkrnoFI/AAAAAAAABZA/slYBmvNxG-w/s72-c/Abertura++da+Lagoa+3+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-69859311899531287</id><published>2009-03-02T22:12:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:14:17.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Projecto "À Descoberta de Pequenos Cientistas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaxcACDRR3I/AAAAAAAABYo/urR0fpKbuwQ/s1600-h/EPSN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308719216383313778" style="width: 150px; height: 95px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaxcACDRR3I/AAAAAAAABYo/urR0fpKbuwQ/s400/EPSN0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Saxbqfzbx4I/AAAAAAAABYg/LLs2JvncVkg/s1600-h/EPSN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308718846412834690" style="width: 191px; height: 96px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Saxbqfzbx4I/AAAAAAAABYg/LLs2JvncVkg/s400/EPSN0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaxbRAJY8hI/AAAAAAAABYQ/1NYOF1Ww734/s1600-h/EPSN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308718408418259474" style="width: 173px; height: 96px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaxbRAJY8hI/AAAAAAAABYQ/1NYOF1Ww734/s400/EPSN0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Saxbf6o9BdI/AAAAAAAABYY/77wF3J45oho/s1600-h/EPSN0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308718664638072274" style="width: 183px; height: 98px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Saxbf6o9BdI/AAAAAAAABYY/77wF3J45oho/s400/EPSN0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Saxa8dsN3rI/AAAAAAAABYA/0ENP9lZvSPQ/s1600-h/EPSN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308718055571709618" style="width: 184px; height: 105px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/Saxa8dsN3rI/AAAAAAAABYA/0ENP9lZvSPQ/s400/EPSN0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaxbF9o7ZZI/AAAAAAAABYI/G3TbTb9q3IU/s1600-h/EPSN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308718218766673298" style="width: 161px; height: 101px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaxbF9o7ZZI/AAAAAAAABYI/G3TbTb9q3IU/s400/EPSN0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje estiveram na nossa escola as professoras do Projecto "À Descoberta De Pequenos Cientistas". Realizámos experiências onde se verificou a conservação do volume da água; identificámos as propriedades físicas da água e realizámos outras experiências que permitiram constatar o princípio dos vasos comunicantes. Foi uma aula muito gira, aprendemos coisas muito interessantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-69859311899531287?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/69859311899531287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=69859311899531287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/69859311899531287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/69859311899531287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/projecto-descoberta-de-pequenos.html' title='Projecto &quot;À Descoberta de Pequenos Cientistas&quot;'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaxcACDRR3I/AAAAAAAABYo/urR0fpKbuwQ/s72-c/EPSN0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4577734597199010939</id><published>2009-02-25T19:43:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:00:50.354Z</updated><title type='text'>VIVA  O  CARNAVAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWhBsnWVnI/AAAAAAAABX4/Rdx5QFtjdSk/s1600-h/EPSN0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306824786454140530" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWhBsnWVnI/AAAAAAAABX4/Rdx5QFtjdSk/s400/EPSN0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWf_7JyrwI/AAAAAAAABXY/IA9LsIXSBLo/s1600-h/EPSN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306823656485334786" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWf_7JyrwI/AAAAAAAABXY/IA9LsIXSBLo/s400/EPSN0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWgKh4O8nI/AAAAAAAABXg/tNAc4Zhs2wY/s1600-h/EPSN0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306823838679364210" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWgKh4O8nI/AAAAAAAABXg/tNAc4Zhs2wY/s400/EPSN0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWgl1MuVEI/AAAAAAAABXw/9SJ0FpiTWko/s1600-h/EPSN0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306824307722048578" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWgl1MuVEI/AAAAAAAABXw/9SJ0FpiTWko/s400/EPSN0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWftp4qPjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/04xI16tEO-w/s1600-h/EPSN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306823342612430386" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWftp4qPjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/04xI16tEO-w/s400/EPSN0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWgX2wRnoI/AAAAAAAABXo/-Dy7r6qXqWM/s1600-h/EPSN0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306824067621428866" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWgX2wRnoI/AAAAAAAABXo/-Dy7r6qXqWM/s400/EPSN0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na nossa escola brincámos ao Carnaval. Foi divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4577734597199010939?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4577734597199010939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4577734597199010939&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4577734597199010939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4577734597199010939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/viva-o-carnaval.html' title='VIVA  O  CARNAVAL!'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SaWhBsnWVnI/AAAAAAAABX4/Rdx5QFtjdSk/s72-c/EPSN0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2969995798232467117</id><published>2009-02-17T22:18:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:02:14.502Z</updated><title type='text'>É  CARNAVAL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZs7OkC76AI/AAAAAAAABXI/1rHd75-MGQc/s1600-h/CARNAVAL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303898107539089410" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZs7OkC76AI/AAAAAAAABXI/1rHd75-MGQc/s400/CARNAVAL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZs67fwuYFI/AAAAAAAABXA/B1oBJkOLLN8/s1600-h/MÃSCARAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303897779971448914" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZs67fwuYFI/AAAAAAAABXA/B1oBJkOLLN8/s400/M%C3%81SCARAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo a definição genérica, o Carnaval é uma festa popular colectiva, que foi transmitida oralmente através dos séculos, como herança das festas pagãs realizadas em Dezembro (Saturnais - em honra a deus Saturno na mitologia grega) e em Fevereiro (Lupercais - em honra a Deus Pã, na Roma Antiga). Na verdade, não se sabe ao certo qual a origem do Carnaval, assim como a origem do nome, que continua sendo polêmica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguns estudiosos afirmam que a comemoração do Carnaval tem suas raízes em alguma festa primitiva, realizada em honra do ressurgimento da Primavera. De facto, em certos rituais agrários da Antigüidade, 10 mil anos A.C., homens e mulheres pintavam seus rostos e corpos, deixando-se enlevar pela dança, pela festa e pela embriaguez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outros autores acreditam que o Carnaval se tenha iniciado nas alegres festas do Egito. É bem verdade que os egípcios festejavam o culto a Ísis há 2000 anos A.C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No início da Era Cristã, a igreja deu nova orientação a essas festividades, punindo severamente os abusos. Entretanto, se o Catolicismo não adotou o Carnaval, suportou-o com certa tolerância, já que a fixação do período gira em torno de datas predeterminadas pela própria igreja. Tudo indica que foi nesse período que se deu a anexação ao calendário religioso, pois o Carnaval antecede a Quaresma. É uma festa de características pagãs que termina em penitência, na dor de quarta-feira de Cinzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originariamente os cristãos começavam as comemorações do Carnaval em 25 de Dezembro, compreendendo os festejos do Natal, do Ano Novo e de Reis, onde predominavam jogos e disfarces. Na Gália, tantos foram os excessos que Roma o proibiu por muito tempo. O papa Paulo II, no século XV, foi um dos mais tolerantes, permitindo que se realizassem comemorações na Via Lata, rua próxima ao seu palácio. Já no Carnaval romano, viam-se corridas de cavalo, desfiles de carros alegóricos, brigas de confetes, corridas de corcundas, lançamentos de ovos e outros divertimentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O baile de máscaras, introduzido pelo papa Paulo II, adquiriu força nos séculos XV e XVI, por influência da Commedia dell'Arte. Eram sucesso na Corte de Carlos VI. Ironicamente, esse rei foi assassinado numa dessas festas fantasiado de urso. As máscaras também eram confeccionadas para as festas religiosas como a Epifania (Dia de Reis). Em Veneza e Florença, no século XVIII, as damas elegantes da nobreza utilizavam-na como instrumento de sedução.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em França, o Carnaval resistiu até mesmo à Revolução Francesa e voltou a renascer com vigor na época do Romantismo, entre 1830 e 1850.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manifestação artística onde prevalecia a ordem e a elegância, com seus bailes e desfiles alegóricos, o Carnaval europeu iria desaparecer aos poucos na Europa, em fins do século XIX e começo do século XX. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há que se registrar, entretanto, que as tradições momescas ainda se mantêm vivas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;em algumas cidades europeias, como Nice, Veneza e Munique.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2969995798232467117?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2969995798232467117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2969995798232467117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2969995798232467117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2969995798232467117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-carnaval.html' title='É  CARNAVAL!!!'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZs7OkC76AI/AAAAAAAABXI/1rHd75-MGQc/s72-c/CARNAVAL2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1459152003939983814</id><published>2009-02-16T19:30:00.022Z</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:25:27.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PROJECTO  QUINTA  DE  EDUCAÇÃO  E  AMBIENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnF2OV8tOI/AAAAAAAABW4/TgFBQSxEYkA/s1600-h/EPSN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487571559232738" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnF2OV8tOI/AAAAAAAABW4/TgFBQSxEYkA/s400/EPSN0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnFr2pcRPI/AAAAAAAABWw/9euH9IIxP18/s1600-h/EPSN0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487393399850226" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnFr2pcRPI/AAAAAAAABWw/9euH9IIxP18/s400/EPSN0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnFhl1qdVI/AAAAAAAABWo/8CfTc7PCftc/s1600-h/EPSN0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487217089017170" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnFhl1qdVI/AAAAAAAABWo/8CfTc7PCftc/s400/EPSN0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnFWbto4wI/AAAAAAAABWg/xTHmtxovh50/s1600-h/EPSN0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487025392444162" style="WIDTH: 133px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnBTo9qvWI/AAAAAAAABVw/lyZxtz357Xk/s400/EPSN0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZm_Uj0imUI/AAAAAAAABU4/_2PaKM2ByDg/s1600-h/EPSN0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303480396139370818" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZm_Uj0imUI/AAAAAAAABU4/_2PaKM2ByDg/s400/EPSN0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnAOw-qjHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/30zMacmwQOs/s1600-h/EPSN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303481396103908466" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnAOw-qjHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/30zMacmwQOs/s400/EPSN0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, dia 16 de Fevereiro de 2009, voltámos ao Monte do Paio para a terceira Aula de Campo, deste ano lectivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrámo-nos com os nossos colegas, os alunos do professor Paulo Ribeiro, da EB1 de Santiago do Cacém.&lt;br /&gt;No Monte do Paio, à nossa espera, estavam a Carla e a Daniela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizámos actividades muito interessantes: Percurso Pedestre com Pedipaper (estávamos organizados em 4 grupos, com os respectivos crachás. No percurso tivemos de encontrar as diferentes pistas e responder às respectivas questões sobre o que observámos na Reserva da Lagoa de Santo André. Usámos os binóculos para observar as aves na Lagoa). Depois do almoço, chegou a Arantxa e trabalhou connosco a "Dança da Água" (ouvimos músicas e ao mesmo tempo realizámos um conjunto de jogos de expressão corporal, baseados na História – “a Menina Gotinha de Água”, de Papiniano Carlos. Também efectuámos um Jogo sobre as Regras de Conduta na Natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Esteve um dia com muito sol e um céu muito azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1459152003939983814?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1459152003939983814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1459152003939983814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1459152003939983814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1459152003939983814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/projecto-quinta-de-educacao-e-ambiente_16.html' title='PROJECTO  QUINTA  DE  EDUCAÇÃO  E  AMBIENTE'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZnF2OV8tOI/AAAAAAAABW4/TgFBQSxEYkA/s72-c/EPSN0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-5570216879681359016</id><published>2009-02-15T22:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:32:39.506Z</updated><title type='text'>TECENDO  LEITURAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZiXj23mM2I/AAAAAAAABUI/09wvgDg9qbU/s1600-h/CARNAVAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303155203508679522" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZiXj23mM2I/AAAAAAAABUI/09wvgDg9qbU/s400/CARNAVAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A festa de Carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— Porque é que estás a chorar, Susi? — pergunta Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;— Porque a Catarina foi horrível para mim — soluça Susi.&lt;br /&gt;A coroazinha de papel dourado que tem na cabeça está torta. O rímel escorreu-lhe das pestanas para a cara, e os olhos estão vermelhos de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob tem vontade de dizer: “Tu às vezes também és má para a Catarina.” Mas pensa melhor e pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;— Mas o que é que a Cati te fez?&lt;br /&gt;— Riu-se de mim — choraminga Susi — e disse: “Isso é que é um vestido de princesa? Mais parece uma camisa de dormir melhorzinha!”&lt;br /&gt;Jacob olha para o vestido de Susi. É comprido e branco, não muito largo, e enfeitado com rosas de papel de seda.&lt;br /&gt;Catarina também está disfarçada de princesa. Tem uma saia de roda com muitos folhos na cintura. “Catarina parece mais uma princesa do que a Susi”, pensa Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;— Tu também achas que isto é uma camisa de dormir, não é? — diz Susi com ar triste.&lt;br /&gt;— De camisas de dormir eu não percebo muito — responde Jacob. — Mas podias ser a princesa de “A princesa e a ervilha”. Assim combina tudo: a camisa de dormir e a coroa.&lt;br /&gt;Susi pára de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;— Tu és muito simpático, Jacob, mas a Catarina é má e eu não entendo como é que ela é tua amiga.&lt;br /&gt;— Convido-te para um sorvete de laranja — diz Jacob — e danço contigo. Mas tens de prometer-me que deixas de estar zangada com a Catarina. Ela não estava a falar a sério. Se calhar, tinha um pouquinho de inveja de ti porque tu hoje podes usar rímel e ela não.&lt;br /&gt;— Se calhar é por isso — diz Susi, limpando o rímel da cara.&lt;br /&gt;— Mas agora já estás outra vez bonita — diz Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;Na pista de dança encontram-se com Catarina.&lt;br /&gt;— Olá, Catarina! — diz Susi amavelmente.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tradução e adaptação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lene Mayer-Skumanz (org.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jakob und KatharinaWien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Herder Verlag, 1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-5570216879681359016?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5570216879681359016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=5570216879681359016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5570216879681359016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5570216879681359016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/tecendo-leituras_15.html' title='TECENDO  LEITURAS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZiXj23mM2I/AAAAAAAABUI/09wvgDg9qbU/s72-c/CARNAVAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-3795933104524200826</id><published>2009-02-12T20:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:10:54.126Z</updated><title type='text'>JÁ  PENSASTE QUE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZSXvkVbCQI/AAAAAAAABT4/L4JtoNkTC8c/s1600-h/ser+amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302029504785090818" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZSXvkVbCQI/AAAAAAAABT4/L4JtoNkTC8c/s400/ser+amigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já alguma vez pensaste &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que é bom ter olhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para ver o mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;para ouvir os outros&lt;br /&gt;e boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para dizer tudo aquilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que dizemos&lt;br /&gt;e pernas para nos levar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde somos precisos&lt;br /&gt;e mãos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para ajudar os que delas precisam&lt;br /&gt;e braços para estreitar os outros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num abraço&lt;br /&gt;e ombros para que alguém neles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recline a cabeça fatigada&lt;br /&gt;e cérebro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para pensar em ajudar os outros&lt;br /&gt;e coração para sentir as coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nem sempre compreendemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imediatamente&lt;br /&gt;Já alguma vez pensaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como tudo isto é maravilhoso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Leif Kristianso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já pensaste que…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lisboa, Editorial Presença, 1981)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3795933104524200826?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3795933104524200826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3795933104524200826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3795933104524200826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3795933104524200826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/02/ja-pensaste-que.html' title='JÁ  PENSASTE QUE...'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SZSXvkVbCQI/AAAAAAAABT4/L4JtoNkTC8c/s72-c/ser+amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4456616458319683965</id><published>2009-01-29T22:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:57:48.400Z</updated><title type='text'>TECENDO  LEITURAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SYI0WmWQvUI/AAAAAAAABTw/Jt4jeIb7Va4/s1600-h/cao22.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296853674596810050" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SYI0WmWQvUI/AAAAAAAABTw/Jt4jeIb7Va4/s400/cao22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SYIztUY942I/AAAAAAAABTo/uXAMpH4ijZc/s1600-h/cachorrinho+gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296852965401682786" style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SYIztUY942I/AAAAAAAABTo/uXAMpH4ijZc/s400/cachorrinho+gif.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cachorrinhos para venda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um rapazinho olhou para o letreiro d loja onde estava escrito: “Vende-se cachorrinhos.”&lt;br /&gt;— Por quanto vai vender os cachorrinhos? — perguntou.&lt;br /&gt;— Entre 30 e 50 euros — respondeu o dono da loja.&lt;br /&gt;— Tenho 2 euros e 37 cêntimos — disse o rapazinho. — Posso vê-los?&lt;br /&gt;O dono da loja sorriu e assobiou, e do canil saíram cinco bolinhas de pêlo. Um dos cachorrinhos ia ficando bastante para trás. O rapazinho viu imediatamente o cachorrinho atrasado que coxeava, e disse:&lt;br /&gt;— O que é que tem aquele cãozinho?&lt;br /&gt;O dono da loja explicou que ele não tinha o encaixe da anca e que seria sempre coxo. O rapazinho ficou entusiasmado:&lt;br /&gt;— É esse cãozinho que eu quero comprar.&lt;br /&gt;O dono da loja comentou:&lt;br /&gt;— O cão não está à venda. Se o quiseres, dou-to.&lt;br /&gt;O rapazinho ficou muito aborrecido. Olhou bem nos olhos o dono da loja e disse:&lt;br /&gt;— Não quero que mo dê. Esse cãozinho vale cada cêntimo, tal como os outros, e vou pagar o preço total. Vou dar-lhe 2 euros e 37 agora e 2 euros por mês até o ter pago.&lt;br /&gt;O dono da loja insistiu.&lt;br /&gt;— Não podes querer comprar este cãozinho. Nunca vai conseguir correr e saltar contigo como os outros cães.&lt;br /&gt;A isto, o rapaz respondeu, baixando-se e levantando a perna da calça. Mostrou em seguida a perna esquerda muito torta e defeituosa, presa por um grande aro de metal. Olhou para o dono da loja e respondeu suavemente:&lt;br /&gt;— Eu também não corro lá muito bem, e o cachorrinho vai precisar de alguém que o compreenda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dan Clark&lt;br /&gt;Canja de galinha para a almaMem Martins, Lyon Edições, 2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4456616458319683965?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4456616458319683965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4456616458319683965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4456616458319683965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4456616458319683965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tecendo-leituras.html' title='TECENDO  LEITURAS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SYI0WmWQvUI/AAAAAAAABTw/Jt4jeIb7Va4/s72-c/cao22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2592484781002232526</id><published>2009-01-21T21:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:49:09.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SXeYAETGQQI/AAAAAAAABSY/rnV-9ILjkMA/s1600-h/ser+amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293867013918572802" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SXeYAETGQQI/AAAAAAAABSY/rnV-9ILjkMA/s400/ser+amigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;Deves tratar as pessoas com delicadeza, de contrário elas afastar-se-ão de ti.Lembra-te sempre: um pequeno gesto afectuoso pode ter um grande significado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2592484781002232526?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2592484781002232526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2592484781002232526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2592484781002232526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2592484781002232526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/delicadeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SXeYAETGQQI/AAAAAAAABSY/rnV-9ILjkMA/s72-c/ser+amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4102220142749310991</id><published>2009-01-15T19:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:21:01.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Tecendo Histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A pequena fada do pomar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era Verão. Lia tinha estado a manhã toda a brincar no pomar dos avós. Pensou em tudo o que tinha feito: oito mergulhos na piscina, um passeio enorme de bicicleta, uma caça ao tesouro com os primos. Tinha comprado pão na padaria, leite na leitaria e enchido um cesto de framboesas. Bocejou. E se descansasse agora um pouco, apenas cinco minutos, debaixo da macieira? O sol estava a pique; as vespas zumbiam e dançavam por cima das rosas; as cigarras cantavam; as framboesas perfumavam o ar. Lia suspirou:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Quem me dera ficar aqui para sempre e não ter de voltar à cidade!&lt;br /&gt;De repente, apercebeu-se de uma luzinha azulada por entre as suas pestanas. Pensou tratar-se de um pedacinho de céu que, sem querer, se tinha deslocado. Mas não. Havia um vestido e uma cara, dois bracinhos cor-de-rosa, duas perninhas e um par de sapatinhos azuis. Parecia uma borboleta, mas bem mais leve do que uma libelinha. Lia sentiu um sopro…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Bom dia, Lia – murmurou uma vozinha minúscula. − Sou a fada do pomar. Visito muitas vezes as crianças antes do meio-dia, quando o sol ainda não está muito forte. Consegues ver-me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lia, surpreendida, atónita, admirada, acenou afirmativamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Vou levar-te a passear. Mas não me percas de vista!Lia apoiou-se nos cotovelos e levantou-se.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Despacha-te! Despacha-te! Só faltam dez minutos para o meio-dia. Queres que te apresente aos meus filhos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lia esfregou os olhos e disse que sim com a cabeça. Tinha medo de que a fada desaparecesse se ela falasse. Seguiu a pequena forma azul que ia à sua frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Vê bem os dentes-de-leão, que voam com o vento quando lhes sopramos… E as papoilas. Quando estão de pernas para o ar parecem bonitas dançarinas com vestidos vermelhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fada do pomar ia mostrando à menina as margaridas, as petúnias, as rosas amarelas e as rosas vermelhas. Lia nunca tinha contemplado de tão perto o vestido de uma rosa, o recorte de uma folha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Não são bonitos os meus filhos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fadazinha esvoaçava, com as mãos cruzadas sobre o peito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Agora vou apresentar-te os meus preferidos…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E levou Lia até à horta, onde cresciam as cenouras, os tomates e os pepinos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− A primeira coisa a notar é o cheiro, que é mágico…Força, cheira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lia curvou-se e cheirou, contra vontade, os pepinos, os tomates, as alfaces, a salsa, o tomilho, o loureiro, o rosmaninho…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Mas isto são só legumes − disse a menina, franzindo o nariz − e eu não gosto de legumes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pequena fada ficou vermelha de cólera. A sua vozinha minúscula tremeu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− O que queres dizer com “só legumes”? Fui eu que os criei! São as mais belas criações de todo o universo, porque os colhemos das árvores ou da terra, e são bons para comer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltejando em torno de Lia, a fada continuou:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Ora cheira! Ali estão as ervilhas, dentro da sua casinha verde. Se trincares uma, ainda crua, vais ver a vida vestida de verde. E olha para os pepinos e para os melões. Têm uma água mágica dentro deles que ajuda a crescer. Sabias que as fadas bebem a água dos pepinos? − perguntou a fada do pomar a rir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E voou de novo, desta vez numa outra direcção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− E olha para o milho! Vê bem estas espigas douradas alimentadas pelo sol. Vou contar-te um segredo: o sal dos legumes é como o vento que vem do mar. O açúcar é como um pouco de sol. A sua água é como um riacho. Se misturarmos tudo, temos as mais belas criações da terra! É por isso que os frutos e os legumes curam tudo: constipações, amigdalites, tristezas. E ajudam a crescer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A visita tinha chegado ao fim. A fada do pomar repetiu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Os frutos e os legumes foram todos feitos por mim e sinto-me muito orgulhosa deles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E trincou um tomate com gosto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Sempre que vires um fruto ou legume, deves agradecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Não sabia que as fadas gostavam tanto de legumes − disse Lia, admirada. − Pensava que comiam bombons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fadazinha do pomar desatou a rir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Bombons! Mas isso seria impossível! Perderia toda a minha magia. Talvez quando os bombons crescerem nas árvores…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente, parou de falar e levantou a cabeça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− O sol está quase a pique. Tenho de ir embora. Não te esqueças dos meus filhinhos…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lia viu-se de novo sob a macieira. Franzindo os olhos, tentou ainda encontrar a forma imprecisa e trémula da fada do pomar. Decidiu finalmente ir para casa, com o cesto cheio de framboesas. A avó estava a descascar feijão verde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Sabes que tive um sonho formidável? − perguntou-lhe Lia. − Encontrei a fada do pomar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Tiveste muita sorte − respondeu a avó. − Levou-te a ver o jardim e o pomar? − perguntou por sua vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;− Sim − respondeu Lia docemente. − Apresentou-me todos os legumes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lia calou-se porque, de repente, a ideia de uma fada a trincar um tomate parecia-lhe bastante improvável… Depois do almoço, durante o qual obviamente devorou todos os legumes que havia na mesa, voltou ao pomar. Queria verificar uma coisa no canteiro dos tomates. Depois de muito procurar, acabou por ver o tomate meio comido pelos dentinhos da fada. Pegou nele com delicadeza e comeu o resto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4102220142749310991?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4102220142749310991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4102220142749310991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4102220142749310991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4102220142749310991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tecendo-histrias.html' title='Tecendo Histórias'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6688762458807889028</id><published>2009-01-04T19:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:48:04.440Z</updated><title type='text'>REGRESSO  AO  TRABALHO !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SWENXroGixI/AAAAAAAABRc/B5_RPFBfFsY/s1600-h/ComeÃ§aram+as+aulas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287522138008750866" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SWENXroGixI/AAAAAAAABRc/B5_RPFBfFsY/s400/Come%C3%A7aram+as+aulas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo a todos os meus alunos um bom recomeço de aulas no ano novo 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que tenham tido umas óptimas "Férias de Natal" e que venham cheios de energia para trabalhar, aprender coisas novas e realizar novas experiências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-6688762458807889028?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6688762458807889028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=6688762458807889028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6688762458807889028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6688762458807889028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2009/01/regresso-ao-trabalho.html' title='REGRESSO  AO  TRABALHO !!!!!!'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SWENXroGixI/AAAAAAAABRc/B5_RPFBfFsY/s72-c/Come%C3%A7aram+as+aulas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2812412992307825591</id><published>2008-12-18T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:37:31.872Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqmVOix4zI/AAAAAAAABRU/cCfogKL_knQ/s1600-h/FÃ©rias+de+Natal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281216396656763698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqmVOix4zI/AAAAAAAABRU/cCfogKL_knQ/s400/F%C3%A9rias+de+Natal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;BOAS  FÉRIAS  DE  NATAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2812412992307825591?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2812412992307825591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2812412992307825591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2812412992307825591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2812412992307825591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/boas-frias-de-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqmVOix4zI/AAAAAAAABRU/cCfogKL_knQ/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias+de+Natal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7228989397267238813</id><published>2008-12-18T19:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:31:43.404Z</updated><title type='text'>A  TODOS  UM  BOM  NATAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqiFpovUxI/AAAAAAAABRM/xHCC7U4MjLU/s1600-h/feliz-natal-em-ingles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281211731005100818" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqiFpovUxI/AAAAAAAABRM/xHCC7U4MjLU/s400/feliz-natal-em-ingles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boas Festas para todos e muitas prendas no sapatinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desejamos que o Pai Natal nos traga um saco cheio de: Paz, Alegria, Esperança, Amor, Saúde, Harmonia, Sabedoria, Felicidade, Perdão, Solidariedade, Felicidade, Boa Sorte, Respeito, Bondade, Sucesso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7228989397267238813?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7228989397267238813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7228989397267238813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7228989397267238813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7228989397267238813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/todos-um-bom-natal.html' title='A  TODOS  UM  BOM  NATAL!'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqiFpovUxI/AAAAAAAABRM/xHCC7U4MjLU/s72-c/feliz-natal-em-ingles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7858317113279597875</id><published>2008-12-18T19:04:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:33:35.523Z</updated><title type='text'>NATAL  NA  ESCOLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqgO3jkZaI/AAAAAAAABRE/JAzoZGRXo8U/s1600-h/EPSN0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209690337076642" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqgO3jkZaI/AAAAAAAABRE/JAzoZGRXo8U/s400/EPSN0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqgCf4BT0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/30YJDpp9wPs/s1600-h/EPSN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209477821976386" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqgCf4BT0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/30YJDpp9wPs/s400/EPSN0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqf1OnrnhI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d5MkT6fCvXY/s1600-h/EPSN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209249851743762" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqf1OnrnhI/AAAAAAAABQ0/d5MkT6fCvXY/s400/EPSN0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqfc0eFcZI/AAAAAAAABQk/jEODhTuMNcI/s1600-h/EPSN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281208830515310994" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqfc0eFcZI/AAAAAAAABQk/jEODhTuMNcI/s400/EPSN0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqfoSc9eqI/AAAAAAAABQs/mfPa7pJyo3I/s1600-h/EPSN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281209027542219426" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqfoSc9eqI/AAAAAAAABQs/mfPa7pJyo3I/s400/EPSN0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ NATAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7858317113279597875?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7858317113279597875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7858317113279597875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7858317113279597875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7858317113279597875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-na-escola.html' title='NATAL  NA  ESCOLA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SUqgO3jkZaI/AAAAAAAABRE/JAzoZGRXo8U/s72-c/EPSN0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8096390785372118431</id><published>2008-12-08T20:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:06:01.210Z</updated><title type='text'>HOJE  É DIA  DA NOSSA  SENHORA  DA  CONCEIÇÃO  ( 08 de Dezembro de 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2MKKlh7mI/AAAAAAAABQc/YkhGj3hAwQE/s1600-h/Imagem+N.+Sra+da+ConceiÃ§Ã£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277528444616437346" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2MKKlh7mI/AAAAAAAABQc/YkhGj3hAwQE/s400/Imagem+N.+Sra+da+Concei%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa Senhora da Conceição, padroeira de Portugal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é feriado, é dia da Virgem Nossa Senhora da Conceição, a Imaculada Conceição, a qual em 1646, el-rei D. João IV, a tornou Padroeira de Portugal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas cortes celebradas em Lisboa no ano de 1646, declarou el-rei D. João IV que tomava a Virgem Nossa Senhora da Conceição por padroeira do Reino de Portugal, prometendo-lhe em seu nome, e dos seus sucessores, o tributo anual de 50 cruzados de ouro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dogma da Imaculada Conceição foi definido pelo papa Pio IX em 8 de Dezembro de 1854, pela bula Ineffabilis. A instituição da ordem militar de Nossa Senhora da Conceição por D. João VI sintetiza o culto que em Portugal sempre teve essa crença antes de ser dogma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8096390785372118431?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8096390785372118431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8096390785372118431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8096390785372118431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8096390785372118431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-dia-da-nossa-senhora-da-conceio-08.html' title='HOJE  É DIA  DA NOSSA  SENHORA  DA  CONCEIÇÃO  ( 08 de Dezembro de 2008)'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2MKKlh7mI/AAAAAAAABQc/YkhGj3hAwQE/s72-c/Imagem+N.+Sra+da+Concei%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1242176747150711922</id><published>2008-12-08T20:31:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:35:18.506Z</updated><title type='text'>VISITA  À BIBLIOTECA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2GxncJxpI/AAAAAAAABQU/M2p7Krn08YQ/s1600-h/EPSN0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277522525306865298" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2GxncJxpI/AAAAAAAABQU/M2p7Krn08YQ/s400/EPSN0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2GlmQDi9I/AAAAAAAABQM/gJ8Ga2QGMlA/s1600-h/EPSN0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277522318829259730" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2GlmQDi9I/AAAAAAAABQM/gJ8Ga2QGMlA/s400/EPSN0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2GJYyP5yI/AAAAAAAABQE/_mO_NwZFWDw/s1600-h/EPSN0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277521834178242338" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2GJYyP5yI/AAAAAAAABQE/_mO_NwZFWDw/s400/EPSN0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2F7xN5iWI/AAAAAAAABP8/59GYm6kzazY/s1600-h/EPSN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277521600218499426" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2F7xN5iWI/AAAAAAAABP8/59GYm6kzazY/s400/EPSN0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2FZL5YQ-I/AAAAAAAABPs/DvQQfDNxcj8/s1600-h/EPSN0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277521006084768738" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2FZL5YQ-I/AAAAAAAABPs/DvQQfDNxcj8/s400/EPSN0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2FsXB5RkI/AAAAAAAABP0/oFNpmPxW4o0/s1600-h/EPSN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277521335490790978" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2FsXB5RkI/AAAAAAAABP0/oFNpmPxW4o0/s400/EPSN0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos dias 28 de Novembro e 4 de Dezembro de 2008, realizámos visitas de estudo à Biblioteca Municipal Manuel José "Do Tojal", em Vila Nova de Santo André. No primeiro dia participámos na "Hora do Conto", ouvimos duas histórias muito bonitas na sala "O Mundo Ao contrário". No segundo dia fomos para a sala de cinema assistimos a um filme " Ratatui".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1242176747150711922?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1242176747150711922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1242176747150711922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1242176747150711922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1242176747150711922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/12/visita-biblioteca.html' title='VISITA  À BIBLIOTECA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/ST2GxncJxpI/AAAAAAAABQU/M2p7Krn08YQ/s72-c/EPSN0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7486231530470510279</id><published>2008-11-12T20:57:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:33:52.268Z</updated><title type='text'>PROJECTO  DA  QUINTA  DE  EDUCAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtJiUpHGwI/AAAAAAAABPk/6I0W-nyyLwY/s1600-h/EPSN0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267885043145448194" style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtJiUpHGwI/AAAAAAAABPk/6I0W-nyyLwY/s400/EPSN0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtJG8Zp2sI/AAAAAAAABPc/QRCmSj6siPE/s1600-h/EPSN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267884572781697730" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtJG8Zp2sI/AAAAAAAABPc/QRCmSj6siPE/s400/EPSN0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtGgpbTC-I/AAAAAAAABO0/pzkCU2-Tr6Y/s1600-h/EPSN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267881715830033378" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtGgpbTC-I/AAAAAAAABO0/pzkCU2-Tr6Y/s400/EPSN0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtGLLqW_lI/AAAAAAAABOs/l_rsCjNByL8/s1600-h/EPSN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267881347062890066" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtGLLqW_lI/AAAAAAAABOs/l_rsCjNByL8/s400/EPSN0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtHlaPn4OI/AAAAAAAABO8/1VH7h-lTl3I/s1600-h/EPSN0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267882897165508834" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtHlaPn4OI/AAAAAAAABO8/1VH7h-lTl3I/s400/EPSN0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtI4RnR2VI/AAAAAAAABPU/tcLI3ZM9tRQ/s1600-h/EPSN0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267884320777951570" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtI4RnR2VI/AAAAAAAABPU/tcLI3ZM9tRQ/s400/EPSN0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtF-xWF6TI/AAAAAAAABOk/B8Unv7bNP1Y/s1600-h/EPSN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267881133840132402" style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtF-xWF6TI/AAAAAAAABOk/B8Unv7bNP1Y/s400/EPSN0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtIIVXzqkI/AAAAAAAABPM/Hf_NzA8pKHw/s1600-h/EPSN0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267883497153079874" style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtIIVXzqkI/AAAAAAAABPM/Hf_NzA8pKHw/s400/EPSN0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtH3sRGEGI/AAAAAAAABPE/1FNVKnlps4M/s1600-h/EPSN0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267883211241164898" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtH3sRGEGI/AAAAAAAABPE/1FNVKnlps4M/s400/EPSN0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, dia 12 de Novembro de 2008, voltámos ao Monte do Paio para a segunda Aula de Campo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrámo-nos com os nossos colegas, alunos do professor Paulo, da EB1 de Santiago do Cacém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizámos actividades muito interessantes:&lt;br /&gt;Percurso pedestre (a vida no pinhal);&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opinião - texto escrito, sobre a actividade desenvolvida;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experiências: com balões e formação do arco-íris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na eira fizemos jogos de orientação e de confiança.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversando sobre pedras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esteve um dia com muito sol e um céu muito azul, parece que se cumpriu mais um "Verão de S.Martnho".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7486231530470510279?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7486231530470510279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7486231530470510279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7486231530470510279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7486231530470510279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/projecto-da-quinta-de-educao.html' title='PROJECTO  DA  QUINTA  DE  EDUCAÇÃO'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRtJiUpHGwI/AAAAAAAABPk/6I0W-nyyLwY/s72-c/EPSN0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-1651921023194775213</id><published>2008-11-10T23:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:55:29.826Z</updated><title type='text'>ADIVINHAS  (S. MARTINHO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjJ38v6xqI/AAAAAAAABOc/lMG6jGaDQYA/s1600-h/ouriÃ§o+com+castanhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267181727246894754" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjJ38v6xqI/AAAAAAAABOc/lMG6jGaDQYA/s400/ouri%C3%A7o+com+castanhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- Tenho camisa e casaco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem remendo nem buraco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estoiro como um foguete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se alguém no lume me mete.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- Se me rio... de mim sai uma donzela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais donzela do que eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela vai com quem a leva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu fico com quem me deu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3- Qual a coisa qual e ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem três capas de Inverno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A segunda é lustrosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A terceira é amargosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-Tem casca bem guardada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém lhe pode mexer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sozinha ou acompanhada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Novembro nos vem ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-1651921023194775213?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1651921023194775213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=1651921023194775213&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1651921023194775213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/1651921023194775213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/adivinhas-s-martinho.html' title='ADIVINHAS  (S. MARTINHO)'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjJ38v6xqI/AAAAAAAABOc/lMG6jGaDQYA/s72-c/ouri%C3%A7o+com+castanhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-410191932565537755</id><published>2008-11-10T23:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:45:40.012Z</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIOS  POPULARES  (S. MARTINHO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjHhAM8DmI/AAAAAAAABOU/-yJTOdHPfzI/s1600-h/OuriÃ§os+e+castanhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267179134013673058" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjHhAM8DmI/AAAAAAAABOU/-yJTOdHPfzI/s400/Ouri%C3%A7os+e+castanhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjHQen7_yI/AAAAAAAABOM/F64ct88ajcc/s1600-h/Magusto+desenho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267178850122202914" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjHQen7_yI/AAAAAAAABOM/F64ct88ajcc/s400/Magusto+desenho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-No dia de S. Martinho vai à adega e prova o teu vinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mais vale um castanheiro do que um saco com dinheiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Dia de S. Martinho fura o teu pipinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Do dia de S. Martinho ao Natal, o médico e o boticário enchem o teu bornal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pelo S. Martinho mata o teu porquinho e semeia o teu cebolinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Se o Inverno não erra caminho, tê-lo-ei pelo S. Martinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Se queres pasmar teu vizinho lavra, sacha e esterca pelo S. Martinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Dia de S. Martinho, lume, castanhas e vinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pelo S. Martinho, prova o teu vinho, ao cabo de um ano já não te faz dano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pelo S. Martinho mata o teu porco e bebe o teu vinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pelo S. Martinho semeia favas e vinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pelo S. Martinho, nem nado nem cabacinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Água-pé, castanhas e vinho faz-se uma boa festa pelo S. Martinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-410191932565537755?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/410191932565537755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=410191932565537755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/410191932565537755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/410191932565537755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/provrbios-populares-s-martinho.html' title='PROVÉRBIOS  POPULARES  (S. MARTINHO)'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjHhAM8DmI/AAAAAAAABOU/-yJTOdHPfzI/s72-c/Ouri%C3%A7os+e+castanhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8496861451887239291</id><published>2008-11-10T23:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:39:43.302Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA  DE  S. MARTINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjGMsFWB6I/AAAAAAAABOE/ttQY3ihHU58/s1600-h/S.Martinho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267177685504100258" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjGMsFWB6I/AAAAAAAABOE/ttQY3ihHU58/s400/S.Martinho1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia de S. Martinho comemora-se no dia 11 de Novembro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz a lenda que quando um cavaleiro romano andava a fazer a ronda, viu um velho mendigo cheio de fome e frio, porque estava quase nu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia estava chuvoso e frio, e o velhinho estava encharcado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cavaleiro, chamado Martinho, era bondoso e gostava de ajudar as pessoas mais pobres. Então, ao ver aquele mendigo, ficou cheio de pena e cortou a sua grossa capa ao meio, com a espada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois deu a metade da capa ao mendigo e partiu.Passado algum tempo a chuva parou e apareceu no céu um lindo Sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8496861451887239291?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8496861451887239291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8496861451887239291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8496861451887239291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8496861451887239291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/dia-de-s-martinho.html' title='DIA  DE  S. MARTINHO'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SRjGMsFWB6I/AAAAAAAABOE/ttQY3ihHU58/s72-c/S.Martinho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8747052416734465805</id><published>2008-11-01T22:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:25:20.097Z</updated><title type='text'>ADIVINHAS  BREVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SQzbRZoWjtI/AAAAAAAABN8/0UaiYt7i4TA/s1600-h/adivinhas+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263823156473663186" style="width: 82px; height: 101px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SQzbRZoWjtI/AAAAAAAABN8/0UaiYt7i4TA/s400/adivinhas+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- Qual é coisa, qual é ela,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que é redonda como o Sol,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tem mais raios do que uma trovoada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e anda sempre aos pares?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 - Qual é coisa, qual é ela,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que atravessa todas as portas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem nunca entrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem por elas sair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Numa casa de 12 meninas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cada uma tem quatro quartos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todas elas usam meias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nenhuma usa sapatos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - Quanto mais quente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais fresco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8747052416734465805?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8747052416734465805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8747052416734465805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8747052416734465805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8747052416734465805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/adivinhas-breves.html' title='ADIVINHAS  BREVES'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SQzbRZoWjtI/AAAAAAAABN8/0UaiYt7i4TA/s72-c/adivinhas+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2161095860183114889</id><published>2008-10-29T19:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:01:27.610Z</updated><title type='text'>NA  ESCOLA  ESTUDÁMOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SQjA72o1bfI/AAAAAAAAA4M/a0BgMh0HK3U/s1600-h/terramoto2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262668299094027762" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SQjA72o1bfI/AAAAAAAAA4M/a0BgMh0HK3U/s400/terramoto2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SQi_-I7-tgI/AAAAAAAAA4E/DLlm9sWOfnA/s1600-h/terramoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262667238854276610" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SQi_-I7-tgI/AAAAAAAAA4E/DLlm9sWOfnA/s400/terramoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terramoto de 1755&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Terramoto de 1755 também conhecido por Terramoto de Lisboa, ocorreu no dia 1 de Novembro de 1755, resultando na destruição quase completa da cidade de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, e atingindo ainda grande parte do litoral do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algarve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. O &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sismo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; foi seguido de um &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tsunami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - que se crê terá atingido a altura de 20 metros - e de múltiplos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incêndios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, tendo feito certamente mais de 10 mil mortos (há quem aponte muitos mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;). Foi um dos sismos mais mortíferos da &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;História&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, marcando o que alguns historiadores chamam a pré-história da Europa Moderna. Os &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geólogos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; modernos estimam que o sismo de 1755 atingiu a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magnitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 9 na &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escala de Richter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sismo fez-se sentir na manhã de 1 de Novembro de 1755 às 9:30h ou 9:40h da manhã, dia que coincide com o feriado do Dia de Todos-os-Santos. O epicentro não é conhecido com exactidão, havendo diversos sismólogos que propõem locais distanciados de centenas de quilómetros. No entanto, todos convergem para um epicentro no mar, entre 150 a 500 quilómetros a sudoeste de Lisboa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2161095860183114889?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2161095860183114889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2161095860183114889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2161095860183114889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2161095860183114889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/na-escola-estudmos.html' title='NA  ESCOLA  ESTUDÁMOS...'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SQjA72o1bfI/AAAAAAAAA4M/a0BgMh0HK3U/s72-c/terramoto2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8614452072999544645</id><published>2008-10-21T20:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:45:24.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dia Mundial da Alimentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SP4wxOrA7FI/AAAAAAAAA38/g8ahBldd1oo/s1600-h/alimentos+saudÃ¡veis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259695037125553234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SP4wxOrA7FI/AAAAAAAAA38/g8ahBldd1oo/s400/alimentos+saud%C3%A1veis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SP4wneC-W6I/AAAAAAAAA30/KmnmxwXW3ZA/s1600-h/Roda+dos+alimentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259694869453888418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SP4wneC-W6I/AAAAAAAAA30/KmnmxwXW3ZA/s400/Roda+dos+alimentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Dia Mundial da Alimentação é celebrado no dia 16 de Outubro de cada ano para comemorar a criação em 1945 da Organização das Nações Unidas para a Agricultura e a Alimentação (FAO). O objetivo do Dia Mundial da Alimentação é conscientizar o conjunto da humanidade sobre a difícil situação que enfrentam as pessoas que passam fome e estão desnutridas, e promover em todo o mundo a participação da população na luta contra a fome. Todos os anos, mais de 150 países celebram este evento.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;As organizações voluntárias nacionais e privadas patrocinam o Dia Mundial da Alimentação e em quase todas as comunidades existem grupos locais que participam activamente, celebrado pela primeira vez em 1981, é uma importante data para concientizar a opinião pública sobre a questões da nutrição e alimentação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;os aldeões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8614452072999544645?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8614452072999544645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8614452072999544645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8614452072999544645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8614452072999544645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-dia-mundial-da-alimentao.html' title='O Dia Mundial da Alimentação'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SP4wxOrA7FI/AAAAAAAAA38/g8ahBldd1oo/s72-c/alimentos+saud%C3%A1veis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-244309465450862693</id><published>2008-10-08T20:23:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:40:05.943Z</updated><title type='text'>REGRESSO  AO  MONTE  DO  PAIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0I_KiAm3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/AmpsFY-CzMU/s1600-h/EPSN0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254866221463018354" style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 77px" height="87" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0I_KiAm3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/AmpsFY-CzMU/s400/EPSN0062.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0JoT0hxsI/AAAAAAAAA2U/78GzuWPDAj0/s1600-h/EPSN0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254866928331245250" style="WIDTH: 122px; HEIGHT: 76px" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0JoT0hxsI/AAAAAAAAA2U/78GzuWPDAj0/s400/EPSN0067.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0Qbel2ijI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Ausm3riUoIk/s1600-h/EPSN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254874404465576498" style="WIDTH: 115px; HEIGHT: 73px" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0Qbel2ijI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Ausm3riUoIk/s400/EPSN0052.JPG" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0NJoYQ3gI/AAAAAAAAA28/1aYKCo5-goY/s1600-h/EPSN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254870799320407554" style="WIDTH: 125px; 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HEIGHT: 73px" height="127" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0Oe-kbn4I/AAAAAAAAA3k/idzSq3LWcA0/s400/EPSN0024.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0MpnS2mtI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8WidgLk9vxE/s1600-h/EPSN0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254870249273465554" style="WIDTH: 121px; HEIGHT: 78px" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0MpnS2mtI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8WidgLk9vxE/s400/EPSN0063.JPG" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0ONJiLl2I/AAAAAAAAA3c/WZQf9Amqaok/s1600-h/EPSN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254871959271610210" style="WIDTH: 115px; HEIGHT: 76px" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0ONJiLl2I/AAAAAAAAA3c/WZQf9Amqaok/s400/EPSN0034.JPG" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0Nc-aRdLI/AAAAAAAAA3E/y-OysfzlUeg/s1600-h/EPSN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254871131651929266" style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 78px" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0Nc-aRdLI/AAAAAAAAA3E/y-OysfzlUeg/s400/EPSN0007.JPG" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, dia 8 de Outubro de 2008, fizemos a 1ª visita à Quinta de Educação e Ambiente, dando assim continuidade a este Projecto. Estivemos no Monte do Paio e realizámos actividades muito interessantes: um percurso pedestre / observação da Natureza e recolha de material; experiências (porque flutuam certos objectos; estimativas); exploração dos frutos e das sementes do Outono; observação de aves na Lagoa de Santo André.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dia esteve muito agradável. Aprendemos coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Os aldeões )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-244309465450862693?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/244309465450862693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=244309465450862693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/244309465450862693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/244309465450862693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/regresso-ao-monte-do-paio.html' title='REGRESSO  AO  MONTE  DO  PAIO'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SO0I_KiAm3I/AAAAAAAAA2M/AmpsFY-CzMU/s72-c/EPSN0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7967061817497050740</id><published>2008-10-07T20:58:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:32:48.128Z</updated><title type='text'>A  AULA  DE  FUTEBOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvBTvf8ppI/AAAAAAAAA10/plx_VQvsXqs/s1600-h/EPSN0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505935169955474" style="width: 123px; height: 87px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvBTvf8ppI/AAAAAAAAA10/plx_VQvsXqs/s400/EPSN0072.JPG" border="0" height="142" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvBJHnlAkI/AAAAAAAAA1s/_FHCxdXmzXs/s1600-h/EPSN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505752665850434" style="width: 105px; height: 84px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvBJHnlAkI/AAAAAAAAA1s/_FHCxdXmzXs/s400/EPSN0060.JPG" border="0" height="142" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvAbzJlRYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/XF5Tlxu6GxI/s1600-h/EPSN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254504974077216130" style="width: 99px; height: 80px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvAbzJlRYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/XF5Tlxu6GxI/s400/EPSN0054.JPG" border="0" height="190" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvAt_XnqNI/AAAAAAAAA1c/T6FLdPjauqI/s1600-h/EPSN0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505286594963666" style="width: 107px; height: 82px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvAt_XnqNI/AAAAAAAAA1c/T6FLdPjauqI/s400/EPSN0055.JPG" border="0" height="245" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvA5uBbSFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SeJbxSyVxWw/s1600-h/EPSN0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505488096905298" style="width: 116px; height: 83px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvA5uBbSFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SeJbxSyVxWw/s400/EPSN0058.JPG" border="0" height="160" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim participámos na 10ª Festa do Desporto, jogando uma boa partida de futebol - 3X3, no campo de jogos da nossa escola,com a colaboração do professor João Barros. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi muito divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7967061817497050740?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7967061817497050740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7967061817497050740&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7967061817497050740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7967061817497050740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/aula-de-futebol.html' title='A  AULA  DE  FUTEBOL'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOvBTvf8ppI/AAAAAAAAA10/plx_VQvsXqs/s72-c/EPSN0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-4547731712858222203</id><published>2008-10-06T19:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:17:56.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdadeira Amizade ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOpes8p5amI/AAAAAAAAA1M/W0I4Mp5psEA/s1600-h/Aos+nossos+amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254116041570216546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOpes8p5amI/AAAAAAAAA1M/W0I4Mp5psEA/s400/Aos+nossos+amigos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-4547731712858222203?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4547731712858222203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=4547731712858222203&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4547731712858222203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/4547731712858222203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/amizade.html' title='Verdadeira Amizade ...'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOpes8p5amI/AAAAAAAAA1M/W0I4Mp5psEA/s72-c/Aos+nossos+amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7287784180786406398</id><published>2008-10-05T21:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:07:18.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SÍMBOLOS  DA  NAÇÃO - HINO  NACIONAL PORTUGUÊS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkrdezF8eI/AAAAAAAAA08/5rhcnM0l2-w/s1600-h/Hino+Nacional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253778225787957730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkrdezF8eI/AAAAAAAAA08/5rhcnM0l2-w/s400/Hino+Nacional.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O hino "A Portuguesa" ,  tornou-se o hino nacional.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Portuguesa", que hoje é um dos símbolos nacionais de Portugal (o seu hino nacional), nasceu como uma canção de cariz patriótico em resposta ao ultimato britânico para que as tropas portuguesas abandonassem as suas posições em África, no denominado "Mapa cor-de-rosa".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Portugal, a reacção popular contra os ingleses e contra a monarquia, que permitia esse género de humilhação, manifestou-se de várias formas. "A Portuguesa" foi composta em 1890, com letra de Henrique Lopes de Mendonça e música de Alfredo Keil, e foi utilizada desde cedo como símbolo patriótico mas também republicano. Aliás, em 31 de Janeiro de 1891, numa tentativa falhada de golpe de Estado que pretendia implantar a república em Portugal, esta canção já aparecia como a opção dos republicanos para hino nacional, o que aconteceu, efectivamente, quando, após a instauração da República a 5 de Outubro de 1910, a Assembleia Nacional Constituinte a consagrou como símbolo nacional em 19 de Junho de 1911 (na mesma data foi também adoptada a bandeira nacional).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O hino é composto por três partes, cada uma delas com duas quadras (estrofes de quatro versos), seguidas do refrão, uma quintilha (estrofe de cinco versos). É de salientar que, das três partes do hino, apenas a primeira parte é usada em cerimónias oficiais, sendo as outras duas partes praticamente desconhecidas.&lt;br /&gt;A Portuguesa é executada oficialmente em cerimónias nacionais, civis e militares, onde é prestada homenagem à Pátria, à Bandeira Nacional ou ao Presidente da República. Do mesmo modo, em cerimónias oficiais no território português por recepção de chefes de Estado estrangeiros, a sua execução é obrigatória depois de ouvido o hino do país representado.&lt;br /&gt;A Portuguesa foi designada como um dos símbolos nacionais de Portugal na constituição de 1976, constando no § 2° do Artigo 11° (Símbolos nacionais e língua oficial) da Constituição da Republica Portuguesa.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7287784180786406398?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7287784180786406398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7287784180786406398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7287784180786406398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7287784180786406398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/smbolos-da-nao-hino-nacional-portugus.html' title='SÍMBOLOS  DA  NAÇÃO - HINO  NACIONAL PORTUGUÊS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkrdezF8eI/AAAAAAAAA08/5rhcnM0l2-w/s72-c/Hino+Nacional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-3681250976361718180</id><published>2008-10-05T21:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:58:01.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SÍMBOLOS  DA  NAÇÃO - BANDEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkpwHtAyUI/AAAAAAAAA00/5xMAIKrc4l4/s1600-h/Bandeira+Nacional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253776346982697282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkpwHtAyUI/AAAAAAAAA00/5xMAIKrc4l4/s400/Bandeira+Nacional.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após o 5 de Outubro de 1910 foi substituída a bandeira portuguesa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simbologia da bandeira portuguesa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bandeira instituída em Novembro de 1910, pouco depois da implantação da República em Portugal (5 de Outubro de 1910)&lt;br /&gt;Verde: O verde no ideário positivista e republicano (séculos XIX e XX), simboliza as nações que são guiadas pela ciência. Na versão popular simboliza a esperança no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho rubro: O vermelho é a cor das revoluções democráticas desde o século XVIII percorreram a Europa, como a revoluções de 1848, a Comuna de Paris (1871) ou a revolução republicana em Portugal de 31 de Janeiro de 1891. Simboliza a luta dos povos pelos grandes ideais de Igualdade, Faternidade e Liberdade. Na versão popular simboliza os sacrifícios do povo português ao longo da sua história,a coragem e o sangue dos Portugueses mortos em combate&lt;br /&gt;Esfera armilar: Emblema do rei D. Manuel I (1469 -1521) e que desde então esteve sempre presente nas bandeiras de Portugal. Simboliza o Universo e a vocação universal dos portugueses. Na versão popular simboliza os descobrimentos portugueses, o mundo que os navegadores portugueses descobriram nos séculos XV e XVI e os povos com quem trocaram ideias e comércio.&lt;br /&gt;Escudo. O Escudo de Armas remete para a fundação de Portugal. Simboliza a afirmação da cultura ocidental no mundo, e em particular dos seus valores cristãos. Os castelos, quinas e os besantes evocam conquistas, vitórias e lendas ligadas à fundação de Portugal por D.Afonso Henriques (1109-1185).&lt;br /&gt;- As 5 quinas simbolizam os 5 reis mouros que D. Afonso Henriques venceu na batalha de Ourique.&lt;br /&gt;- Os pontos dentro das quinas representam as 5 chagas de Cristo. Diz-se que na batalha de Ourique, Jesus Cristo crucificado apareceu a D. Afonso Henriques, e disse: "Com este sinal, vencerás!". Contando as chagas e duplicando as chagas da quina do meio, perfaz-se a soma de 30, representando os 30 dinheiros que Judas recebeu por ter traído Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;- Os 7 castelos simbolizam as localidades fortificadas que D. Afonso Henriques conquistou aos Mouros. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3681250976361718180?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3681250976361718180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3681250976361718180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3681250976361718180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3681250976361718180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/smbolos-da-nao-bandeira.html' title='SÍMBOLOS  DA  NAÇÃO - BANDEIRA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkpwHtAyUI/AAAAAAAAA00/5xMAIKrc4l4/s72-c/Bandeira+Nacional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2546571504789032320</id><published>2008-10-05T21:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:33:57.487Z</updated><title type='text'>5 DE  OUTUBRO  DE  1910   NASCE  A REPÚBLICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkoleg2u6I/AAAAAAAAA0s/qrcCdO7ZX6g/s1600-h/Te%C3%83%C2%B3filo+Braga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253775064615533474" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkoleg2u6I/AAAAAAAAA0s/qrcCdO7ZX6g/s400/Te%C3%B3filo+Braga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkn_7U1XoI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Gl82IIZzlPc/s1600-h/Rep%C3%83%C2%BAblica2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253774419514711682" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkn_7U1XoI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Gl82IIZzlPc/s400/Rep%C3%BAblica2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos dias 4 e 5 de Outubro de 1910 alguns militares da Marinha e do Exército iniciaram uma revolta nas guarnições de Lisboa, com o objectivo de derrubar a Monarquia. Juntamente com os militares estiveram a Carbonária e o as estruturas do PRP (Partido Republicano Português). Na tarde desse dia, José Relvas, em nome do Directório do PRP, proclamou a República à varanda da Câmara Municipal de Lisboa. No dia 6 o novo regime foi proclamado no Porto e, nos dias seguintes, no resto do país. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A queda da Monarquia já era de esperar. Dois anos antes D. Carlos e D. Luíz Filipe haviam sido assassinados por activistas republicanos. O reinado de D. Manuel II tentou apaziguar a vida do país sem sucesso. Foi um reinado fraco e inexperiente. Apesar de o 5 de Outubro não ter sido uma verdadeira revolução popular, mas sobretudo um golpe de estado centrado em Lisboa, a nova situação acabou por ser aceite no país e poucos acreditaram na possibilidade de num regresso à Monarquia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seguiu-se um período de democracia republicana, caracterizado por forte instabilidade política, conflitos com a Igreja, mas também grandes progressos na educação pública. A chamada I República Portuguesa terminou em 1926, com o golpe de 28 de Maio, a que se seguiram muitos anos de ditadura. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2546571504789032320?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2546571504789032320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2546571504789032320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2546571504789032320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2546571504789032320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-de-outubro-de-1910-naece-repblica.html' title='5 DE  OUTUBRO  DE  1910   NASCE  A REPÚBLICA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkoleg2u6I/AAAAAAAAA0s/qrcCdO7ZX6g/s72-c/Te%C3%B3filo+Braga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-9026425973315118695</id><published>2008-10-05T20:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:58:25.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCLAMAÇÃO  DA  REPÚBLICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkZudpBlHI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MhZj3sTawNs/s1600-h/RepÃºblica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253758726325769330" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="147" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkZudpBlHI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MhZj3sTawNs/s400/Rep%C3%BAblica.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às 9 horas da manhã do dia 5 de Outubro de 1910, foi proclamada a REPÚBLICA na sala nobre dos Paços do Munícipio de Lisboa. É uma data histórica comemorada todos os anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou o regime da Monarquia: o tempo dos reis ficava para trás.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-9026425973315118695?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9026425973315118695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=9026425973315118695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/9026425973315118695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/9026425973315118695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/10/proclamao-da-repblica.html' title='PROCLAMAÇÃO  DA  REPÚBLICA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SOkZudpBlHI/AAAAAAAAA0c/MhZj3sTawNs/s72-c/Rep%C3%BAblica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2543940197810945799</id><published>2008-09-25T20:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:53:09.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>REGRAS  DE  CONDUTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNvpeTFTeeI/AAAAAAAAA0U/st3ypRXgP-Y/s1600-h/Regras+de+Sala+de+aula"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250046497358313954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNvpeTFTeeI/AAAAAAAAA0U/st3ypRXgP-Y/s400/Regras+de+Sala+de+aula" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para que tudo corra bem, dentro da sala de aula e na escola, é necessário que todos respeitemos algumas regras. Assim, em conjunto, definimos algumas regras que todos os dias devemos respeitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Regras de Comportamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Em Assembleia de Turma, chegámos todos à conclusão que devemos fazer o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1- Trabalhar em silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2- Respeitar a professora, os funcionários e os colegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3- Não bater com os pés no chão, nem arrastar cadeiras e mesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4- Antes de começar a falar, pôr o dedo no ar e aguardar em silêncio pela sua vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5- Não falar ao mesmo tempo que a professora e que os outros colegas (assim ninguém se entende).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6- Não brincar com os materiais escolares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7- Manter em cima da mesa só os materiais necessários para a tarefa que estamos a realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8- Estimar todos os materiais escolares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9- Não fazer qualquer tipo de barulho na sala (proveniente de brincadeiras com os materiais e não só…).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10- Manter a sala limpa e arrumada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;11- Não colocar os pés em cima das cadeiras (a postura é inadequada e prejudicial).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;12- Não mastigar pastilhas na sala de aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;13- Quando alguém entra na sala (professores, funcionários ou colegas) devemos manter o silêncio e continuar o que estávamos a fazer). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não devemos esquecer também de: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.Ser assíduo(a) e pontual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.Estar atento(a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.Não distrair os colegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.Participar activamente nas tarefas propostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.Ouvir e respeitar a opinião dos colegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.Não sair da sala com dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.Deixar a sala limpa e arrumada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2543940197810945799?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2543940197810945799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2543940197810945799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2543940197810945799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2543940197810945799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/regras-de-conduta.html' title='REGRAS  DE  CONDUTA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNvpeTFTeeI/AAAAAAAAA0U/st3ypRXgP-Y/s72-c/Regras+de+Sala+de+aula' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6458368462265568253</id><published>2008-09-22T23:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:38:16.783Z</updated><title type='text'>CHEGOU  O  OUTONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNgcPcwiczI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_L77kcY5-uQ/s1600-h/outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248976417443705650" style="width: 332px; height: 249px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNgcPcwiczI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_L77kcY5-uQ/s400/outono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegou o Outono&lt;br /&gt;As folhinhas caem&lt;br /&gt;Folhinhas douradas&lt;br /&gt;Rolam pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro a pegá-las&lt;br /&gt;Bem na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Recolho as folhinhas&lt;br /&gt;Guardo-as no cestinho&lt;br /&gt;E levo pra sala&lt;br /&gt;E enfeito o cantinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-6458368462265568253?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6458368462265568253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=6458368462265568253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6458368462265568253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6458368462265568253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/chegou-o-outono.html' title='CHEGOU  O  OUTONO'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNgcPcwiczI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_L77kcY5-uQ/s72-c/outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-5891880573015101206</id><published>2008-09-21T22:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:37:10.960Z</updated><title type='text'>PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNa7i4VGhAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LL1yktvbRfs/s1600-h/Pomba+da+Paz.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248588623657731074" style="width: 197px; height: 152px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNa7i4VGhAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LL1yktvbRfs/s400/Pomba+da+Paz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é geralmente definida como um estado de calma ou tranquilidade, uma ausência de perturbações ou agitação. Derivada do latim Pax = Absentia Belli, pode referir-se à ausência de violência ou guerra. Neste sentido, a paz entre nações, e dentro delas, é o objectivo assumido de muitas organizações, designadamente a ONU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No plano pessoal, paz designa um estado de espírito isento de ira, desconfiança e de um modo geral todos os sentimentos negativos. Assim, ela é desejada por cada pessoa para si próprio e, eventualmente, para os outros, ao ponto de se ter tornado uma frequente saudação (que a paz esteja contigo) e um objectivo de vida. A paz é mundialmente representada pela pomba e pela bandeira branca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-5891880573015101206?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5891880573015101206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=5891880573015101206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5891880573015101206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5891880573015101206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/paz.html' title='PAZ'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNa7i4VGhAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LL1yktvbRfs/s72-c/Pomba+da+Paz.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-455754433532670680</id><published>2008-09-21T19:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:24:28.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA  INTERNACIONAL  DA  PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNaRVE6nAJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xsxZvv-xeCA/s1600-h/PAZ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248542207029739666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNaRVE6nAJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xsxZvv-xeCA/s400/PAZ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 21 de Setembro de 2006, por ocasião do Dia Internacional da Paz, Kofi Annan afirmou: Há vinte e cinco anos, a Assembleia Geral [da ONU] proclamou o Dia Internacional da Paz como um dia de cessar-fogo e de não violência em todo o mundo. Desde então a ONU tem celebrado este dia, cuja finalidade não é apenas que as pessoas pensem na paz, mas sim que façam também algo a favor da paz&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-455754433532670680?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/455754433532670680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=455754433532670680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/455754433532670680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/455754433532670680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/dia-internacional-da-paz.html' title='DIA  INTERNACIONAL  DA  PAZ'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SNaRVE6nAJI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xsxZvv-xeCA/s72-c/PAZ.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6031150568973888295</id><published>2008-09-10T21:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:12:40.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INÍCIO  DO  ANO  LECTIVO  2008/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SMgogLU4HwI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pAEapJBwJSU/s1600-h/Vou+regessar+Ã"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244486299334221570" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="115" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SMgogLU4HwI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pAEapJBwJSU/s400/Vou+regessar+%C3%A0s+aulas.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SMgoRovhHHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Iv30jANSip4/s1600-h/Vou+para+a+escola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244486049532550258" style="CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SMgoRovhHHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Iv30jANSip4/s400/Vou+para+a+escola.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem-vindos à vossa ESCOLA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um novo ano lectivo vai começar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o melhor do Mundo são as crianças."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-6031150568973888295?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6031150568973888295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=6031150568973888295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6031150568973888295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/6031150568973888295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/09/incio-do-ano-lectivo-20082009.html' title='INÍCIO  DO  ANO  LECTIVO  2008/2009'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SMgogLU4HwI/AAAAAAAAAzs/pAEapJBwJSU/s72-c/Vou+regessar+%C3%A0s+aulas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8082127371021548842</id><published>2008-09-01T18:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:41:26.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SLwodPg_BKI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ZXc-oQgPldY/s1600-h/Fim+de+FÃ©rias.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241108549198611618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SLwodPg_BKI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ZXc-oQgPldY/s400/Fim+de+F%C3%A9rias.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para todos os aldeões, um BOM  FIM  DE  FÉRIAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Início do ano lectivo: dia 11 de Setembro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SLwodPg_BKI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ZXc-oQgPldY/s72-c/Fim+de+F%C3%A9rias.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-37587751090141670</id><published>2008-06-27T21:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:21:48.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado com os raios solares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SGVLcrQuu1I/AAAAAAAAAzU/n7XnWexX_SE/s1600-h/crianÃ§as+na+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216658699399904082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SGVLcrQuu1I/AAAAAAAAAzU/n7XnWexX_SE/s400/crian%C3%A7as+na+praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-37587751090141670?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/37587751090141670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=37587751090141670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/37587751090141670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/37587751090141670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/boas-frias.html' title='Cuidado com os raios solares'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SGVLcrQuu1I/AAAAAAAAAzU/n7XnWexX_SE/s72-c/crian%C3%A7as+na+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7327164502524698244</id><published>2008-06-26T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:28:17.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BOAS  FÉRIAS  DE  VERÃO  PARA  TODOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SGQX4gSlJQI/AAAAAAAAAzE/av9dQLlQYFk/s1600-h/aproveite-bem-as-ferias01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216320527909856514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SGQX4gSlJQI/AAAAAAAAAzE/av9dQLlQYFk/s400/aproveite-bem-as-ferias01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7327164502524698244?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7327164502524698244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7327164502524698244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7327164502524698244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7327164502524698244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/boas-frias-de-vero-para-todos.html' title='BOAS  FÉRIAS  DE  VERÃO  PARA  TODOS'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SGQX4gSlJQI/AAAAAAAAAzE/av9dQLlQYFk/s72-c/aproveite-bem-as-ferias01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-8954195526039430986</id><published>2008-06-19T21:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:24:51.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há  Festa na Escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SFq_SNUAXnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/pUSJIHHwstY/s1600-h/balÃµes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213689838166892146" style="CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SFq_SNUAXnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/pUSJIHHwstY/s400/bal%C3%B5es.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 20 de Junho, sexta-feira os aldeões terão a sua festa de encerramento do ano lectivo 2007-2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por volta das 16h 30m reunir-no-emos na nossa escola e apresentaremos, aos nossos convidados, os nossos trabalhos: pecinhas de teatro, poesias, canções, esculturas de balões...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apareçam. Vamos divertir-nos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-8954195526039430986?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8954195526039430986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=8954195526039430986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8954195526039430986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/8954195526039430986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/h-festa-na-escola.html' title='Há  Festa na Escola'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SFq_SNUAXnI/AAAAAAAAAy8/pUSJIHHwstY/s72-c/bal%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-3700027802508054434</id><published>2008-06-15T21:14:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:40:10.664Z</updated><title type='text'>Encontro do Projecto "À Descoberta dos Pequenos Cientistas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SFWKzkjFMoI/AAAAAAAAAy0/8wo-ulYsryk/s1600-h/EPSN0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212224762339996290" style="width: 178px; 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height: 110px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SFV70Lcw8aI/AAAAAAAAAyM/9uf5m2NMl0U/s400/EPSN0017.JPG" border="0" height="189" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SFV4jN_7nHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/695JFRVo3Kk/s1600-h/EPSN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212204690199780466" style="width: 160px; height: 113px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SFV4jN_7nHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/695JFRVo3Kk/s400/EPSN0020.JPG" border="0" height="189" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No dia 13 de Junho de 2008, os aldeões participaram no Encontro Final do Projecto "À Descoberta dos Pequenos Cientistas", coordenado pelas professoras das disciplinas Física e Química da Escola Secundária Padre António Macedo, em Vila Nova de Santo André.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Apresentámos a experiência "O Extintor Caseiro" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(os aldeões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-3700027802508054434?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3700027802508054434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=3700027802508054434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3700027802508054434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/3700027802508054434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/encontro-do-projecto-descoberta-dos.html' title='Encontro do Projecto &quot;À Descoberta dos Pequenos Cientistas&quot;'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SFWKzkjFMoI/AAAAAAAAAy0/8wo-ulYsryk/s72-c/EPSN0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-6128014526981271410</id><published>2008-06-05T23:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:32:16.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA  MUNDIAL  DO  AMBIENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEhpTMxTI_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/twEV2-CPcMw/s1600-h/ambiente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208528747620410354" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEhnwFlIJtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/DimbHGpdiwo/s400/EPSN0055.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEhnMQpqfWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ClAQHk1RaIA/s1600-h/EPSN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208526429379788130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="225" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEhnMQpqfWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ClAQHk1RaIA/s400/EPSN0059.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEhmh4kt9SI/AAAAAAAAAxM/fi01FRU8tzk/s1600-h/EPSN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208525701362087202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEhmh4kt9SI/AAAAAAAAAxM/fi01FRU8tzk/s400/EPSN0052.JPG" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEhmD-efNQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/U7MCkCqgIOs/s1600-h/EPSN0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208525187550491906" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEMbdnCLB-I/AAAAAAAAAw0/1j-XZBW9SDA/s400/dia-mundial-da-crianca.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dia Mundial da Criança não é apenas um dia onde as crianças recebem presentes...&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro Dia Mundial da Criança foi em 1950, pouco depois da 2.ª Guerra Mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos países da Europa vivia-se uma crise muito grande, e a maioria dos pais não tinha dinheiro para a educação dos filhos, logo tiraram-nos da escola e puseram-nos a trabalhar. Metade das crianças da Europa nem sequer sabia ler ou escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Então, um grupo de países da ONU tentou resolver o problema e criou a UNICEF.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim pouco conseguiram fazer, pois a maior parte dos países não queria saber dos Direitos das suas crianças.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que, em 1950, a Federação Democrática Internacional das Mulheres propôs às Nações Unidas que se criasse um dia dedicado às crianças de todo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;E, logo a 1 de Junho desse ano, comemorou-se pela primeira vez o Dia Mundial da Criança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-510072680569147044?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/510072680569147044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=510072680569147044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/510072680569147044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/510072680569147044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-mundial-da-criana.html' title='DIA  MUNDIAL  DA  CRIANÇA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SEMbdnCLB-I/AAAAAAAAAw0/1j-XZBW9SDA/s72-c/dia-mundial-da-crianca.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-5349117606537486111</id><published>2008-05-18T23:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:01:14.948Z</updated><title type='text'>É  PRIMAVERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SDCoHqiVvhI/AAAAAAAAAwk/h_7ZL_mBk64/s1600-h/%C3%83%E2%80%B0+Primavera.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201842419243793938" style="width: 349px; height: 361px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SDCoHqiVvhI/AAAAAAAAAwk/h_7ZL_mBk64/s400/%C3%89+Primavera.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-5349117606537486111?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5349117606537486111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=5349117606537486111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5349117606537486111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/5349117606537486111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/primavera.html' title='É  PRIMAVERA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SDCoHqiVvhI/AAAAAAAAAwk/h_7ZL_mBk64/s72-c/%C3%89+Primavera.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-2935748165448311225</id><published>2008-05-12T23:06:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:51:56.757Z</updated><title type='text'>MEGA - GINCANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjBK6iVvgI/AAAAAAAAAwc/T9gghP8hFng/s1600-h/Fotos+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199618163055377922" style="width: 177px; height: 113px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjBK6iVvgI/AAAAAAAAAwc/T9gghP8hFng/s400/Fotos+101.jpg" border="0" height="225" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjA8KiVvfI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4wbKN5Xtbfo/s1600-h/Fotos+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199617909652307442" style="width: 161px; height: 112px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjA8KiVvfI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4wbKN5Xtbfo/s400/Fotos+098.jpg" border="0" height="226" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjASaiVvcI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Lt9kCAJN1zE/s1600-h/Fotos+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199617192392768962" style="width: 186px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjASaiVvcI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Lt9kCAJN1zE/s400/Fotos+089.jpg" border="0" height="179" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjAvKiVveI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lRN9nL7X6zU/s1600-h/Fotos+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199617686314008034" style="width: 162px; height: 113px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjAvKiVveI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lRN9nL7X6zU/s400/Fotos+096.jpg" border="0" height="201" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjAjaiVvdI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_kRye0GiTbE/s1600-h/Fotos+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199617484450545106" style="width: 179px; height: 116px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjAjaiVvdI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_kRye0GiTbE/s400/Fotos+095.jpg" border="0" height="174" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi_q6iVvZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/d__J86XypfU/s1600-h/Fotos+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199616513787936146" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 180px; height: 143px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi_q6iVvZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/d__J86XypfU/s400/Fotos+074.jpg" border="0" height="191" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjAD6iVvbI/AAAAAAAAAv0/5MCtwl-Yz3Q/s1600-h/Fotos+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199616943284665778" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 155px; height: 109px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjAD6iVvbI/AAAAAAAAAv0/5MCtwl-Yz3Q/s400/Fotos+084.jpg" border="0" height="127" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199616728536300962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 171px; height: 119px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi_3aiVvaI/AAAAAAAAAvs/cLOYabCkIvU/s400/Fotos+081.jpg" border="0" height="139" width="171" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-2935748165448311225?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2935748165448311225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=2935748165448311225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2935748165448311225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/2935748165448311225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/mega-gincana.html' title='MEGA - GINCANA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCjBK6iVvgI/AAAAAAAAAwc/T9gghP8hFng/s72-c/Fotos+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36360193.post-7982406122496834055</id><published>2008-05-12T22:51:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:58:53.945Z</updated><title type='text'>MEGA - GINCANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi_AaiVvYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_uB-0AF1gWA/s1600-h/Fotos+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615783643495810" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi_AaiVvYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_uB-0AF1gWA/s400/Fotos+101.jpg" border="0" height="159" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi-vqiVvXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BzADvQdIQM8/s1600-h/Fotos+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615495880686962" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 180px; height: 136px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi-vqiVvXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BzADvQdIQM8/s400/Fotos+098.jpg" border="0" height="238" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi-PKiVvVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qetdCYcyYBI/s1600-h/Fotos+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199614937534938450" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 167px; height: 115px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi-PKiVvVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qetdCYcyYBI/s400/Fotos+089.jpg" border="0" height="131" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi-fKiVvWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fPEZ6aZhuNY/s1600-h/Fotos+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615212412845410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 158px; height: 132px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi-fKiVvWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fPEZ6aZhuNY/s400/Fotos+095.jpg" border="0" height="162" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi9gaiVvSI/AAAAAAAAAus/5EzuowJuv5E/s1600-h/Fotos+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199614134376054050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 188px; height: 108px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi9gaiVvSI/AAAAAAAAAus/5EzuowJuv5E/s400/Fotos+074.jpg" border="0" height="93" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 8 de Maio de 2008, os aldeões participaram numa "Mega - Gincana" integrada no Projecto dos Professores das AEC (Actividades de Enriquecimento Curricular). Estas actividades decorreram no espaço desportivo da sede do Agrupamento de Escolas de Santo André. Gostámos de ter participado, pois convivemos com outros colegas de outras escolas. Foi uma manhã bem passada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Trabalho produzido pelos aldeões)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36360193-7982406122496834055?l=osaldeoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7982406122496834055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36360193&amp;postID=7982406122496834055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7982406122496834055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36360193/posts/default/7982406122496834055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osaldeoes.blogspot.com/2008/05/mega-gincana_12.html' title='MEGA - GINCANA'/><author><name>Lena Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174920731431746098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_--mu3we1j9Q/SCi_AaiVvYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_uB-0AF1gWA/s72-c/Fotos+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
