<?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-7549167765082777498</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:37:37.902Z</updated><category term='José Saramago'/><category term='Uma Vida D&apos;Escrita'/><category term='Escritores e Escritas'/><category term='actividades'/><category term='PNL'/><category term='Uma Vida d&apos; Escrita'/><title type='text'>Departamento de Línguas</title><subtitle type='html'>Agrupamento de Escolas de Ribeira de Pena</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-439068507917262413</id><published>2010-06-07T19:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:28:04.733+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida D&apos;Escrita'/><title type='text'>Concurso de desenho já tem vencedores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Concurso de desenho realizado no âmbito da actividade "Uma vida d'escrita"- José Saramago- já tem vencedores. Dos desenhos elaborados pelos&amp;nbsp;alunos dos 3º e 4º anos do Agrupamento, foram seleccionados, pelos alunos da turma A do 12º ano, os ocupantes do "pódio". O vencedor vai receber o livro &lt;em&gt;A maior flor do mundo&lt;/em&gt;, de Saramago, que também não ficou esquecido, como podem ver no desenho que ganhou. Parabéns a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3º lugar: Vasques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TA03_5W1cII/AAAAAAAAAL8/T5VY8YPx2q8/s1600/a_maior_flor3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TA03_5W1cII/AAAAAAAAAL8/T5VY8YPx2q8/s320/a_maior_flor3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2º lugar: Ana Palmira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TA04HnSgITI/AAAAAAAAAME/e7M78h2GsYo/s1600/a_maior_flor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TA04HnSgITI/AAAAAAAAAME/e7M78h2GsYo/s320/a_maior_flor2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1º lugar: Fred Costa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TA04PSMVUFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YpT2pY3wmco/s1600/a_maior_flor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TA04PSMVUFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YpT2pY3wmco/s320/a_maior_flor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-439068507917262413?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/439068507917262413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/06/concurso-de-desenho-ja-tem-vencedores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/439068507917262413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/439068507917262413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/06/concurso-de-desenho-ja-tem-vencedores.html' title='Concurso de desenho já tem vencedores'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TA03_5W1cII/AAAAAAAAAL8/T5VY8YPx2q8/s72-c/a_maior_flor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-5506659970286599395</id><published>2010-06-02T17:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:06:38.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Vergílio Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TAZ8t6HINWI/AAAAAAAAALk/7jUNokr9jHQ/s1600/V+F2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TAZ8t6HINWI/AAAAAAAAALk/7jUNokr9jHQ/s200/V+F2.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nasceu em Melo, Serra da Estrela, a 28 de Janeiro de 1916. Descendente de pequenos camponeses, entrou para o seminário do Fundão com 10 anos de idade, como única forma de prosseguir os seus estudos. O ambiente austero da instituição religiosa e a solidão que marcaram estes primeiros tempos de juventude levaram-no a mudar de rumo em 1932.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Em Junho de 1933 completou o curso geral dos liceus e, depois de ter feito o curso complementar no liceu da Guarda, em 1935, concluiria na Faculdade de Letras de Coimbra,&amp;nbsp; em 1940, a licenciatura em Filologia Clássica. Faleceu no dia 1 de Março de 1996. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;OBRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1943 O Caminho fica Longe &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1944 Onde Tudo foi Morrendo &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1946 Vagão "J" &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1949 Mudança &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1953 A Face Sangrenta &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1953 Manhã Submersa &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1959 Aparição &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1960 Cântico Final &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1962 Estrela Polar &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1963 Apelo da Noite &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1965 Alegria Breve &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1971 Nítido Nulo &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1972 Apenas Homens &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1974 Rápida, a Sombra &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 1976 Contos &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1979 Signo Sinal &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1983 Para Sempre &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1986 Uma Esplanada Sobre o Mar &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1987 Até ao Fim &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1990 Em Nome da Terra &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1993 Na Tua Face &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1996 Cartas a Sandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POEMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br 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para Lá do Sonhar?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cai a Chuva Abandonada &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cai a chuva abandonada &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;à minha melancolia, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a melancolia do nada &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;que 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Memória 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;não 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas 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é mansão no sem limite. &lt;br 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longe e ao alto é que estou &lt;br 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só daí é que sou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Vergílio Ferreira, in 'Conta-Corrente 1' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-5506659970286599395?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/5506659970286599395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/06/vergilio-ferreira-vida-obra-nasceu-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/5506659970286599395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/5506659970286599395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/06/vergilio-ferreira-vida-obra-nasceu-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TAZ8t6HINWI/AAAAAAAAALk/7jUNokr9jHQ/s72-c/V+F2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-6974507040226861982</id><published>2010-06-02T10:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:07:30.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida d&apos; Escrita'/><title type='text'>Uma Vida d'Escrita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TAYdPMhiBoI/AAAAAAAAALM/tHjFtgCHan0/s1600/eugenio1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TAYdPMhiBoI/AAAAAAAAALM/tHjFtgCHan0/s320/eugenio1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade nasceu em Povoa de Atalaia (Fundão), a 19 de Janeiro de 1923. A família que lhe coube em sorte vai de camponeses abastados a mestres de obras, que, nos primeiros anos do século, nada tinham de parecido com os actuais - portanto gente que trabalhava a terra e a pedra. Mas será a mãe, com quem emigra aos sete anos, primeiro para Castelo Branco e um ano depois para Lisboa, a figura tutelar e poética da sua vida, como todo o leitor da sua poesia sabe. (A mãe, o falar materno, "o quente de uma vida infantil muito perto da natureza mais elementar", virão a desempenhar um papel central na sua poesia). Em Lisboa vai viver e estudar, com um interregno de 43 a 46 em Coimbra, até finais dos anos 50. Em 1947, ingressa nos quadros dos Serviços Médico-Sociais, do Ministério da Saúde, onde desempenhará durante 35 anos a mesma função - a de inspector administrativo - por sempre se ter recusado a fazer concursos de promoção. A sua transferência para o Porto, por razões de serviço, deu-se em Dezembro de 1950.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TAYdla-f_1I/AAAAAAAAALU/oqLFEE0a1rE/s1600/eug%C3%A9nio.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TAYdla-f_1I/AAAAAAAAALU/oqLFEE0a1rE/s320/eug%C3%A9nio.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apesar do seu prestígio (Eugénio de Andrade é dos nossos raros escritores com repercussão internacional, com os seus 55 títulos traduzidos, e cuja obra, entre nós, tem conhecido sucessivas reedições), viveu sempre extremamente distanciado do que se chama vida social, literária ou mundana, avesso à comunicação social, arredado de encontros, colóquios, congressos, etc., e as suas raras aparições em público devem-se a «essa debilidade do coração, que é a amizade», devendo encarar do mesmo modo o facto de ser membro da Academia Mallarmé, de Paris. Cabe aqui referir que nunca concorreu aos prémios que lhe foram atribuídos, quer em Portugal ou na França, quer no Brasil ou na Jugoslávia, como nunca ninguém o viu usar qualquer insígnia das condecorações com que foi agraciado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A obra de Eugénio de Andrade, escrita ao longo dos últimos 50 anos, tem início em 1942 com Adolescente, livro hoje renegado, tal como Pureza, de 45, dos quais fez mais tarde uma breve selecção que designou por Primeiros Poemas (77), é constituída, principalmente pelos seguintes títulos de poesia: As Mãos e os Frutos (48), Os Amantes sem Dinheiro (50), As Palavras Interditas (51), Ate Amanhã (56), Coração do Dia (58), Mar de Setembro (61), Ostinato Rigore (64), Obscuro Domínio (72), Véspera de Água (73), Escrita da terra (74), Limiar doa Pássaros (76), Memória Doutro Rio (78), Matéria Solar (80), O Outro Nome da Terra (88), Rente ao Dizer (92), Oficio da Paciência (94), O Sal da Língua (95), Pequeno Formato (97), Os Lugares do Lume (98), Os Sulcos da Sede (2001); de prosa: Os Afluentes do Silêncio (68), Rosto Precário (79), À Sombra da Memória (93); para crianças: História da Égua Branca (77), Aquela Nuvem e Outras (86). Traduziu principalmente Safo, Garcia Lorca e Cartas Portuguesas, tendo ainda organizado algumas antologias, quase todas sobre a terra Portuguesa, caracterizadas pela ausência de preconceitos e sectarismos literários, das quais se destacam: Daqui Houve Nome Portugal, Memórias de Alegria, Canção do Mais Alto Rio, Poesia - Terra da Minha Mãe, os últimos com a colaboração do fotógrafo Dario Gonçalves, A Cidade de Garrett, com desenhos de Fernando Lanhas, e Antologia Pessoal da Poesia Portuguesa. Traduzido em cerca de 20 línguas, a poesia de Eugénio de Andrade tem sido estudada e comentada por, entre outros, Vitorino Nemésio, João Gaspar Simões, Óscar Lopes, António José Saraiva, Eduardo Lourenço, Jorge de Sena, Eduardo Prado Coelho, Arnaldo Saraiva, Joaquim Manuel Magalhães, Fernando Pinto do Amaral, Luís Miguel Nava, Angel Crespo, Carlos V. Cattaneo, e suscitado o interesse de vários músicos, entre os quais Fernando Lopes-Graça, Jorge Peixinho, Filipe Pires, Clotilde Rosa, Mário Laginhas e Paulo Maria Rodrigues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Viveu no Porto - de que foi cidadão honorário e onde foi criada uma Fundação com o seu nome - até a sua morte a 13 de Junho de 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Sítio da Fundação Eugénio de Andrade: http://www.fundacaoeugenioandrade.pt/index3.htm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-6974507040226861982?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/6974507040226861982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-vida-descrita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/6974507040226861982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/6974507040226861982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-vida-descrita.html' title='Uma Vida d&apos;Escrita'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/TAYdPMhiBoI/AAAAAAAAALM/tHjFtgCHan0/s72-c/eugenio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-7982049987936825020</id><published>2010-05-22T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:56:00.420+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actividades'/><title type='text'>Sessão sobre o Novo Acordo Ortográfico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aLqiF66WI/AAAAAAAAALE/EffpX1vFQpE/s1600/acordo%2520ortografico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aLqiF66WI/AAAAAAAAALE/EffpX1vFQpE/s320/acordo%2520ortografico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quinta-feira, dia 20, realizou-se, a pedido do Departamento de Línguas deste Agrupamento, uma sessão sobre o novo acordo ortográfico, que tantas dúvidas (ainda) levanta. O conferencista foi o professor Joaquim Jorge Carvalho, que lecciona no Agrupamento de Escolas do Arco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A plateia teve participantes dos diferentes grupos e ciclos e foi bastante esclarecedora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-7982049987936825020?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/7982049987936825020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/05/sessao-sobre-o-novo-acordo-ortografico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7982049987936825020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7982049987936825020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/05/sessao-sobre-o-novo-acordo-ortografico.html' title='Sessão sobre o Novo Acordo Ortográfico'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aLqiF66WI/AAAAAAAAALE/EffpX1vFQpE/s72-c/acordo%2520ortografico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-7718209322663354661</id><published>2010-05-21T14:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:20:25.642+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Saramago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida d&apos; Escrita'/><title type='text'>Uma vida d'escrita- JOSÉ SARAMAGO-17 a 21 de maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;José Saramago nasceu na aldeia de Azinhaga, província do Ribatejo, no dia 16 de Novembro de 1922, se bem que o registo oficial mencione como data de nascimento o dia 18. Os seus pais emigraram para Lisboa quando ele não havia ainda completado dois anos. A maior parte da sua vida decorreu, portanto, na capital, embora até aos primeiros anos da idade adulta fossem numerosas, e por vezes prolongadas, as suas estadas na aldeia natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aF9djmxEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C7XcRrFNVWI/s1600/saramago1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aF9djmxEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C7XcRrFNVWI/s200/saramago1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fez estudos secundários (liceais e técnicos) que, por dificuldades económicas, não pôde prosseguir. O seu primeiro emprego foi como serralheiro mecânico, tendo exercido depois diversas profissões: desenhador, funcionário da saúde e da previdência social, tradutor, editor, jornalista. Publicou o seu primeiro livro, um romance, Terra do Pecado, em 1947, tendo estado depois largo tempo sem publicar (até 1966). Trabalhou durante doze anos numa editora, onde exerceu funções de direcção literária e de produção. Colaborou como crítico literário na revista Seara Nova. Em 1972 e 1973 fez parte da redacção do jornal Diário de Lisboa, onde foi comentador político, tendo também coordenado, durante cerca de um ano, o suplemento cultural daquele vespertino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertenceu à primeira Direcção da Associação Portuguesa de Escritores e foi, de 1985 a 1994, presidente da Assembleia Geral da Sociedade Portuguesa de Autores. Entre Abril e Novembro de 1975 foi director-adjunto do jornal Diário de Notícias. A partir de 1976 passou a viver exclusivamente do seu trabalho literário, primeiro como tradutor, depois como autor. Em Fevereiro de 1993 decidiu repartir o seu tempo entre a sua residência habitual em Lisboa e a ilha de Lanzarote, no arquipélago das Canárias (Espanha). É casado com Pilar del Río.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Fundação José Saramago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;No âmbito da actividade "Uma vida d'escrita" a turma do 12º A realizou as seguintes actividades:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;- elaboração de um&lt;strong&gt; folheto&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aGQRt4BRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ll2oLK6aJQ0/s1600/Saramago_folheto_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aGQRt4BRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ll2oLK6aJQ0/s320/Saramago_folheto_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aGZC9rXaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2YeS4p9uHxE/s1600/saramago_folheto_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aGZC9rXaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2YeS4p9uHxE/s320/saramago_folheto_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;- Decoração de um placar à entrada da Biblioteca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aG1LcusiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tgsS5L2pXpI/s1600/flor3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aG1LcusiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tgsS5L2pXpI/s320/flor3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Concurso de desenho (após visionarem o vídeo "A maior flor do mundo", os alunos dos 3º e 4º anos do Agrupamento elaboraram desenhos. O vencedor receberá o livro com a história em questão):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aHqpQH1MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-xmTZdYaKSY/s1600/flor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aHqpQH1MI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-xmTZdYaKSY/s320/flor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aH2ZduyeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KVmi98M-kxc/s1600/flor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aH2ZduyeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KVmi98M-kxc/s320/flor2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;- Pintura em vidro de uma caricatura de Saramago que, depois de devidamente encaixilhado e colocado na Biblioteca, publicaremos neste blog, assim como o vencedor do concurso de desenho:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aIMJnfESI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BaX9H5JB4HU/s1600/jose_saramago_23555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aIMJnfESI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BaX9H5JB4HU/s320/jose_saramago_23555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-7718209322663354661?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/7718209322663354661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-vida-descrita-jose-saramago-17-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7718209322663354661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7718209322663354661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-vida-descrita-jose-saramago-17-21.html' title='Uma vida d&apos;escrita- JOSÉ SARAMAGO-17 a 21 de maio'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S_aF9djmxEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C7XcRrFNVWI/s72-c/saramago1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-837366841712771002</id><published>2010-04-21T16:22:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:51:37.227+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida D&apos;Escrita'/><title type='text'>Luís de Camões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S88X5D0HLxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9j3yo0yPzcA/s1600/C1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S88X5D0HLxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9j3yo0yPzcA/s320/C1.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amplamente traduzido e admirado, é considerado por muitos a figura cimeira da língua e da literatura portuguesas. São suas a colectânea das Rimas (1595, obra lírica), o Auto dos Anfitriões, o Auto de Filodemo (1587), o Auto de El-Rei Seleuco (1645) e Os Lusíadas (1572)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S88ZYrenCJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2oUSzhDavJ0/s1600/C2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S88ZYrenCJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2oUSzhDavJ0/s320/C2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um dos poemas mais conhecidos do autor: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É ferida que dói e não se sente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É um contentamento descontente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É dor que desatina sem doer;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É um não querer mais que bem querer;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É solitário andar por entre a gente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É nunca contentar-se de contente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É cuidar que se ganha em se perder;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É querer estar preso por vontade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É servir a quem vence, o vencedor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;É ter com quem nos mata lealdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nos corações humanos amizade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Luís de Camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-837366841712771002?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/837366841712771002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/luis-de-camoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/837366841712771002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/837366841712771002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/luis-de-camoes.html' title='Luís de Camões'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S88X5D0HLxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9j3yo0yPzcA/s72-c/C1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-7394042686349240078</id><published>2010-04-21T12:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:10:39.565+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida D&apos;Escrita'/><title type='text'>Eça de Queirós - A Républica... antes da  Républica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S87lt46fQXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sII2l6BEzgU/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S87lt46fQXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sII2l6BEzgU/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;José Maria de&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eça de Queirós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Póvoa de Varzim, 25 de Novembro de 1845 — Paris, 16 de Agosto de 1900) é um dos mais importantes escritores lusos.[1] Foi autor, entre outros romances de importância reconhecida, de Os Maias e O crime do Padre Amaro este último por muitos considerado o melhor romance realista português do século XIX.&lt;br /&gt;Filho de José Maria Teixeira de Queirós, nascido no Rio de Janeiro em 1820, e de Carolina Augusta Pereira d'Eça, nascida em Monção em 1826. O pai de Eça de Queirós, magistrado e par do reino, convivia regularmente com Camilo Castelo Branco.&lt;br /&gt;Morreu em 16 de Agosto de 1900 na sua casa de Neuilly, perto de Paris. Teve funeral de Estado[4]. Está sepultado em Santa Cruz do Douro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S87qXJldMAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TEt-eYIEWzw/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S87qXJldMAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TEt-eYIEWzw/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A Geração de 70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ou Geração de Coimbra, foi um movimento académico de Coimbra que veio revolucionar várias dimensões da cultura portuguesa, da política à literatura, onde a renovação se manifestou com a introdução do realismo.&lt;br /&gt;Num ambiente boémio, na cidade universitária de Coimbra, Antero de Quental, Eça de Queiroz, Oliveira Martins, entre outros jovens intelectuais, reuniam-se para trocar ideias, livros e formas para renovação da vida política e cultural portuguesa, que estava a viver uma autêntica revolução com os novos meios de transportes ferroviários, que traziam todos os dias novidades do centro da Europa, influenciando esta geração para as novas ideologias. Foi o início da Geração de 70.&lt;br /&gt;A Geração de oiro de Coimbra acabou por não conseguir fazer mais nada, muito menos executar os seus planos que revolucionaria o pais, e acabando por considerarem-se "os vencidos da vida".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7549167765082777498-7394042686349240078?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/7394042686349240078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/jose-maria-de-eca-de-queiros-povoa-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7394042686349240078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7394042686349240078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/jose-maria-de-eca-de-queiros-povoa-de.html' title='Eça de Queirós - A Républica... antes da  Républica'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S87lt46fQXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sII2l6BEzgU/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-976334184589561667</id><published>2010-04-14T12:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:01:09.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida d&apos; Escrita'/><title type='text'>Uma Vida d'Escrita (12 a 16 de Abril)- POETAS LUSÓFONOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARLOS DRUMMOND DE ANDRADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8WhIbz0MnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OMwmv35Re6Y/s1600/CARLOS+DRUMMOND+DE+ANDRADE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8WhIbz0MnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OMwmv35Re6Y/s320/CARLOS+DRUMMOND+DE+ANDRADE.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt; (Itabira do Mato Dentro [Itabira] MG, 1902 - Rio de Janeiro RJ, 1987) formou-se em Farmácia, em 1925; no mesmo ano, fundava, com Emílio Moura e outros escritores mineiros, o periódico modernista A Revista. Em 1934 mudou-se para o Rio de Janeiro, onde assumiu o cargo de chefe de gabinete de Gustavo Capanema, Ministro da Educação e Saúde, que ocuparia até 1945. Durante esse período, colaborou, como jornalista literário, para vários periódicos, principalmente o Correio da Manhã. Nos anos de 1950, passaria a dedicar-se cada vez mais integralmente à produção literária, publicando poesia, contos, crônicas, literatura infantil e traduções. Entre suas principais obras poéticas estão os livros Alguma Poesia (1930), Sentimento do Mundo (1940), A Rosa do Povo (1945), Claro Enigma (1951), Poemas (1959), Lição de Coisas (1962), Boitempo (1968), Corpo (1984), além dos póstumos Poesia Errante (1988), Poesia e Prosa (1992) e Farewell (1996). Drummond produziu uma das obras mais significativas da poesia brasileira do século XX. Forte criador de imagens, sua obra tematiza a vida e os acontecimentos do mundo a partir dos problemas pessoais, em versos que ora focalizam o indivíduo, a terra natal, a família e os amigos, ora os embates sociais, o questionamento da existência, e a própria poesia. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quadrilha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo &lt;br /&gt;que amava Maria que amava Joaquim que amava Lili &lt;br /&gt;que não amava ninguém. &lt;br /&gt;João foi para os Estados Unidos, Teresa para o convento, &lt;br /&gt;Raimundo morreu de desastre, Maria ficou pra tia, &lt;br /&gt;Joaquim suicidou-se e Lili casou com J. Pinto Fernandes &lt;br /&gt;que não tinha entrado na história. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As sem razões do amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo. &lt;br /&gt;Não precisas ser amante, &lt;br /&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo. &lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo. &lt;br /&gt;Amor é estado de graça &lt;br /&gt;e com amor não se paga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é dado de graça, &lt;br /&gt;é semeado no vento, &lt;br /&gt;na cachoeira, no elipse. &lt;br /&gt;Amor foge a dicionários &lt;br /&gt;e a regulamentos vários. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo &lt;br /&gt;bastante ou demais a mim. &lt;br /&gt;Porque amor não se troca, &lt;br /&gt;não se conjuga nem se ama. &lt;br /&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada, &lt;br /&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é primo da morte, &lt;br /&gt;e da morte vencedor, &lt;br /&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam) &lt;br /&gt;a cada instante de amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A mensagem que se encontra a circular hoje por telemóvel é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu te amo porque te amo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não precisas ser amante, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é estado de graça &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e com amor não se paga."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astormentas.com/"&gt;http://www.astormentas.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-976334184589561667?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/976334184589561667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-vida-descrita-12-16-de-abril-poetas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/976334184589561667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/976334184589561667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-vida-descrita-12-16-de-abril-poetas.html' title='Uma Vida d&apos;Escrita (12 a 16 de Abril)- POETAS LUSÓFONOS'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8WhIbz0MnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OMwmv35Re6Y/s72-c/CARLOS+DRUMMOND+DE+ANDRADE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-8071494086769055658</id><published>2010-04-14T10:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:02:08.529+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actividades'/><title type='text'>Le jour des crêpes</title><content type='html'>La Chandeleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8WJiacW5VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cP12ERl-NxE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8WJiacW5VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cP12ERl-NxE/s200/006.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le 2 février, on fait sauter les crêpes ! Certaines personnes disent que « faire sauter » les crêpes avec un objet en or dans la main porte bonheur !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le 25 février, on a fait des crêpes aussi dans notre école. Tout a commencé dans la cantine où on a préparé la pâte et après on a fait sauter les crêpes. Dehors à l’entré de l’édifice 3, on les a vendues au chocolat, à la confiture et au sucre. Tout le monde a adoré et a demandé d’en faire un autre jour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8WKFBqaprI/AAAAAAAAAIw/44H-vhnPZzg/s1600/P2250006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8WKFBqaprI/AAAAAAAAAIw/44H-vhnPZzg/s200/P2250006.JPG" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-8071494086769055658?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/8071494086769055658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/le-jour-des-crepes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/8071494086769055658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/8071494086769055658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/le-jour-des-crepes.html' title='Le jour des crêpes'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8WJiacW5VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cP12ERl-NxE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-27344064099111318</id><published>2010-04-13T16:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:02:21.232+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores e Escritas'/><title type='text'>Bicentenário do nascimento de Alexandre Herculano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8SHiD3ZpZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/giXJ6FgOfoc/s1600/alex_herculano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8SHiD3ZpZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/giXJ6FgOfoc/s320/alex_herculano.jpg" width="243" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poeta, romancista e historiador, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Alexandre Herculano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nasceu há 200 anos, a 28 de Março de 1810.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;A maior influência de Herculano na cultura portuguesa é como historiador, e para o seu esforço de conferir à investigação histórica características de rigor científico muito terá contribuído a circunstância de desde novo ter frequentado bibliotecas públicas e de ele próprio ter exercido o cargo de Bibliotecário-mor das Bibliotecas da Ajuda e das Necessidades, vivendo e trabalhando perto das fontes que lhe fundamentaram o estudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse mesmo desígnio de rigor na investigação terá levado Herculano ao trabalho de recolha de lendas e narrativas tradicionais, de que “A Dama Pé-de-Cabra” faz parte, aí se inscrevendo um esforço de conhecimento exaustivo do imaginário popular, dos seus ingredientes, das suas variantes e, até, da sua carga poética, como componente não despicienda, antes complementar, da compreensão da identidade nacional, desde que fundamentada em factos e fontes documentais. Não deixando, pois, de se servir também desses textos de ficção como testemunhos de um património escrito e porventura oral da sabedoria popular ou dos seus fantasmas, Alexandre Herculano rejeitou porém, por princípio, a legitimidade de se fazer história na base de qualquer forma de manipulação de tais ingredientes menos passíveis de comprovação científica – atitude e escrúpulo que justamente o identificaram e de algum modo positivamente isolaram para a historiografia moderna em Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Dama Pé de Cabra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vós os que não credes em bruxas, nem em almas penadas, nem nas tropelias de Satanás, assentai-vos aqui ao lar, bem juntos ao pé de mim, e contar-vos-ei a história de D. Diogo Lopes, senhor de Biscaia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não me digam no fim: "Não pode ser." Pois eu sei cá inventar cousas destas? Se a conto, é porque a li num livro muito velho, quase tão velho como o nosso Portugal. E o autor do livro velho leu-a algures ou ouviu-a contar, que é o mesmo, a algum jogral em seus cantares. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma tradição veneranda; e quem descrê das tradições lá irá para onde o pague. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juro-vos que, se me negais esta certíssima história, sois dez vezes mais descridos do que S. Tomé antes de ser grande santo. E não sei se eu estarei de ânimo de perdoar-vos, como Cristo lhe perdoou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silêncio profundíssimo; porque vou principiar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D. Diogo Lopes era um infatigável monteiro: neves da serra no Inverno, sóis dos estevais no Verão, noites e madrugadas, disso se ria ele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela manhã cedo de um dia sereno, estava D. Diogo em sua armada, em monte selvoso e agreste, esperando um porco-montês, que, batido pelos caçadores, devia sair naquela assomada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis senão quando começa a ouvir cantar ao longe: era um lindo, lindo cantar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alevantou os olhos para uma penha que lhe ficava fronteira: sobre ela estava assentada uma formosa dama: era a dama quem cantava.[…]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In HERCULANO, Alexandre. Lendas e narrativas, volume II, prefácio e revisão de Vitorino Nemésio, verificação do texto e notas de António C. Lucas, Lisboa, Bertrand, 1970, pp. 21-28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: http://www.iplb.pt/sites/DGLB/Portugu%C3%AAs/noticiasEventos/Paginas/BICENTEN%C3%81RIODONASCIMENTODEALEXANDREHERCULANO.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-27344064099111318?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.iplb.pt/sites/DGLB/Portugu%C3%AAs/noticiasEventos/Paginas/BICENTEN%C3%81RIODONASCIMENTODEALEXANDREHERCULANO.aspx' title='Bicentenário do nascimento de Alexandre Herculano'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/27344064099111318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/bicentanario-do-nascimento-de-alexandre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/27344064099111318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/27344064099111318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/bicentanario-do-nascimento-de-alexandre.html' title='Bicentenário do nascimento de Alexandre Herculano'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8SHiD3ZpZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/giXJ6FgOfoc/s72-c/alex_herculano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-6638831730999008233</id><published>2010-04-13T12:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:01:24.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida d&apos; Escrita'/><title type='text'>Uma Vida d' Escrita (12 a 16 de Abril)-POETAS LUSÓFONOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8ROPgDod3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/-cHnvvxA028/s320/Mia+Couto.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MIA COUTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mia Couto nasceu na Beira, Moçambique, em 1955. Foi director da Agência de Informação de Moçambique, da revista Tempo e do jornal Notícias de Maputo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se nestes últimos anos um dos ficcionistas mais conhecidos das literaturas de língua portuguesa. O seu trabalho sobre a língua permite-lhe obter uma grande expressividade, por meio da qual comunica aos leitores todo o drama da vida em Moçambique após a independência. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Para Ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi para ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que desfolhei a chuva &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para ti soltei o perfume da terra &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toquei no nada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e para ti foi tudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ti criei todas as palavras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e todas me faltaram &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no minuto em que talhei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;o sabor do sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ti dei voz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;às minhas mãos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abri os gomos do tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assaltei o mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e pensei que tudo estava em nós &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nesse doce engano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de tudo sermos donos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem nada termos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simplesmente porque era de noite &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e não dormíamos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu descia em teu peito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para me procurar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e antes que a escuridão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos cingisse a cintura &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ficávamos nos olhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivendo de um só &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amando de uma só vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mia Couto, in "Raiz de Orvalho e Outros Poemas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem que está a circular hoje, dia 13, por telemóvel,&amp;nbsp;é: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Foi para ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;que desfolhei a chuva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;para ti soltei o perfume da terra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;toquei no nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;e para ti foi tudo"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8ROPgDod3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/-cHnvvxA028/s1600/Mia+Couto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Escrita'/><title type='text'>Uma Vida d' Escrita 12 a 16 de Abril)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POETAS LUSÓFONOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8RL28iAIxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K2Z9hvqCATY/s1600/dra_maria_odete_da_costa_semedo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8RL28iAIxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K2Z9hvqCATY/s320/dra_maria_odete_da_costa_semedo.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odete Semedo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Maria Odete da Costa Semedo), nasceu em Bissau, capital da Guiné-Bissau, a 7.11.1959, onde fez os estudos primários e secundários. Aos 18 anos iniciou as suas actividades como professora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Licenciada em Línguas e Literaturas Modernas, variante de Estudos Portugueses, pela FCSH da Univ. Nova de Lisboa (1989/1990).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi professora de língua portuguesa, Directora da Escola Normal Superior “Tchico Té” e professora colaboradora da Universidade Colinas de Boé, ambas em Bissau. A partir de 1995 passou a desempenhar as funções de Directora Geral do Ensino. Coordenou, entre outras actividades, o Projecto “Expansão e Melhoria Qualificativa do Ensino da Língua Portuguesa”, apoiado pela Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi co-fundadora e é membro do Conselho de Redacção da Tcholona, Revista de Letras, Artes e Cultura, 1996, onde publicou trabalhos ensaísticos e de intervenção cívica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi Ministra da Educação Nacional (1997-1999) e também Presidente da Comissão Nacional para a UNESCO, em Bissau. É actualmente pesquisadora do Instituto Nacional de Estudos e Pesquisas(INEP-Bissau), para as áreas de Educação e Formação, e, recentemente, desempenhou o cargo de Ministra de Saúde Pública no seu país (2004-2005.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É doutoranda em Letras na PUC Minas, em Belo Horizonte Brasil. A sua linha de pesquisa é Identidade e alteridade na literatura. O seu estudo tem por objecto a Tradição oral guineense, concretamente: as cantigas de “dito” de grupos femininos guineenses, as mandjuandadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi eleita a escritora do ano pelos jovens jornalistas da Agência Bissau Media e Publicações, em 2003.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Traduziu para crioulo o guião do filme Olhos Azuis de Yonta (1991), realizado por Flora Gomes, a quem prestou assistência na rodagem desse filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em 2006, organizou a exposição Falas di Panus, em PUC Minas, Belo Horizonte, onde se encontra, desenvolvendo atividades ligadas a sua Pós-Graduação em curso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;« Quisera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesta vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;… afagar teus cabelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sugar o doce dos teus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;transportar em arco-íris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o néctar da tua boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e juntos caminharmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ante a ânsia e o sonho … » [ix]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;« A vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nasce de gotas de Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - a morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acontece no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre mim e a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paira um vácuo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - com sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aguardo o destino [x].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem que circulou ontem, dia 12, &amp;nbsp;por telemóvel, foi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quisera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nesta vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… afagar teus cabelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sugar o doce dos teus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transportar em arco-íris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o néctar da tua boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e juntos caminharmos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ante a ânsia e o sonho … »&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7549167765082777498-4285151316299236292?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/4285151316299236292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-vida-d-escrita-12-16-de-abril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/4285151316299236292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/4285151316299236292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-vida-d-escrita-12-16-de-abril.html' title='Uma Vida d&apos; Escrita 12 a 16 de Abril)'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S8RL28iAIxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K2Z9hvqCATY/s72-c/dra_maria_odete_da_costa_semedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-4256112728839020488</id><published>2010-03-17T22:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:28:53.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida D&apos;Escrita'/><title type='text'>UMA VIDA D'ESCRITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANTÓNIO TORRADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S6N1J34JFyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g7SWboR01w8/s1600-h/ant%C3%B3nio+TO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S6N1J34JFyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g7SWboR01w8/s200/ant%C3%B3nio+TO.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;António Torrado (Lisboa, 1939) é um escritor português voltado para a literatura infanto-juvenil.&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;António Torrado nasceu em Lisboa em 1939. Licenciou-se em Filosofia pela Universidade de Coimbra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dedicou-se à escrita desde muito novo, tendo começado a publicar aos 18 anos. A sua actividade profissional foi é diversa: escritor, pedagogo, jornalista, editor, produtor e argumentista para televisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem trabalhado em parceria com Maria Alberta Menéres em diversos livros e programas de televisão. Actualmente, é Coordenador do Curso Anual de Expressão Poética e Narrativa no Centro de Arte Infantil da Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian. É o professor responsável pela disciplina de Escrita Dramatúrgica na Escola Superior de Teatro e Cinema. É dramaturgo residente na Companhia de Teatro Comuna em Lisboa. Sendo consensualmente considerado um dos autores mais importantes na literatura infantil portuguesa, possui uma obra bastante extensa e diversificada, que integra textos de raiz popular e tradicional, mas também poesia e sobretudo contos. Reconhece a importância fundamental da literatura infantil enquanto veículo de mensagens, elegendo como valores a promover a liberdade de expressão e o respeito pela diferença. António Torrado utiliza com frequência o humor em algumas das suas histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por outro lado, em alguns textos de carácter alegórico ou de ambiente oriental, é o registo poético que predomina. De resto, os valores poéticos assumem para o autor uma posição central em qualquer projecto educativo. Recentemente, começou também a trabalhar novelas e romances para a infância e juventude, mas a vertente mais marcada da sua actividade nos últimos tempos é, sem dúvida, o teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S6vjV8ZL_2I/AAAAAAAAAII/E1oaPZ1wwUM/s1600/DSC00828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S6vjV8ZL_2I/AAAAAAAAAII/E1oaPZ1wwUM/s200/DSC00828.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7549167765082777498-4256112728839020488?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/4256112728839020488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-vida-descrita_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/4256112728839020488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/4256112728839020488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-vida-descrita_17.html' title='UMA VIDA D&apos;ESCRITA'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S6N1J34JFyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g7SWboR01w8/s72-c/ant%C3%B3nio+TO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-5138852862947962</id><published>2010-03-08T01:44:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:34:55.441Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida d&apos; Escrita'/><title type='text'>UMA VIDA D'ESCRITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MARIA ALBERTA MENÉRES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S5RQQkAZVJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DhbYXeFoook/s1600-h/In%C3%ADcio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S5RQQkAZVJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DhbYXeFoook/s200/In%C3%ADcio.JPG" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Durante o mês de Janeiro, na semana de 18 a 22, os alunos do 6.ºA, orientados pela respectiva professora de Língua Portuguesa, Maria da Paz Carvalho, apresentaram, na Biblioteca do nosso Agrupamento,&amp;nbsp;um trabalho sobre a escritora Maria Alberta Menéres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Para além de exposição de documentos (relativos à biografia e obra da escritora), houve ainda tempo para uma dramatização que "trouxe" à cena a Escritora "ao vivo" (dignamente representada por uma aluna do 6.º A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Igualmente se fez a leitura expressiva (com dramatização) de um poema e procedeu-se à introdução ao estudo de "Ulisses" (obra da autora,&amp;nbsp;inscrita no programa de Língua Portuguesa para&amp;nbsp;leitura orientada).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Assistiram à apresentação do trabalho, com notável atenção, colegas do 2.º ciclo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Recordamos, aqui, alguns aspectos essenciais sobre Maria Alberta Menéres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Alberta Menéres&lt;/strong&gt;, de seu nome completo Maria Alberta Rovisco Garcia Meneres de Melo e Castro nasceu em Vila Nova de Gaia, em 1930.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S5RM_ZTGs6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/4dS54EmbxTc/s1600-h/Ulisses%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S5RM_ZTGs6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/4dS54EmbxTc/s200/Ulisses%5B1%5D.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Licenciou-se em Ciências Histórico-Filosóficas, pela Universidade Clássica de Lisboa. Foi professora do ensino secundário e colaborou em diversas publicações nomeadamente Távola Redonda, Diário de Notícias, Cadernos do Meio-Dia e Diário Popular, tendo neste último sido responsável, durante dois anos, pela secção Iniciação Literária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sua primeira obra data de 1952 e intitula-se Intervalo, tendo sido premiada, em 1960, com o seu livro Água-Memória, no Concurso Internacional de Poesia Giacomo Leopardi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maria Alberta Meneres tem dedicado grande parte da sua obra à literatura infantil e juvenil e produziu nesta área programas de televisão, sendo em 1975 sido nomeada chefe do departamento de programas infantis e juvenis da RTP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao longo da sua carreira tem recebido inúmeros prémios nomeadamente o Prémio de Literatura Infantil da Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian, em 1981. Em colaboração com Ernesto de Melo e Castro, organizou, em 1979, uma Antologia da Novíssima Poesia Portuguesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALGUMAS OBRAS DA AUTORA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficção&lt;/strong&gt;: O Poeta Faz-se aos 10 Anos, 1973; A Chave Verde e os Meus Irmãos, 1977; Hoje há Palhaços , 1977; Primeira Aventura no País do João, 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poesia&lt;/strong&gt;: Antologia da Poesia Portuguesa (1940-1977); Intervalo, 1952; Cântico de Barro, 1954; A Palavra Imperceptível, 1955; Oração de Páscoa, 1958; Água - Memória, 1960; A Pegada do Yeti, 1962; Poemas Escolhidos, 1962; Os Mosquitos de Suburna, 1967; Conversas em Versos , 1968; Figuras, Figuronas, 1969; Lengalenga do Vento , 1976; Um + Um = Dois Amigos, 1976; E Pronto, 1977; O Robot Sensível, 1978; Semana Sim Semana Não, 1978; Antologia da Novíssima Poesia Portuguesa, 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALGUMAS FOTOS QUE DOCUMENTAM A OCASIÃO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Ce jour-là, ils se font un petit cadeau. Cette fête date du Moyen-âge. À cette époque, on se choisissait un fiancé ou une fiancée ! Mais aujourd’hui, c’est surtout l’occasion de faire un cadeau à la personne que l’on aime et de lui écrire des mots d’amour et d’amitié.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À l’école, les élèves ont décoré l’entrée de l’édifice 3 avec des cœurs, des proverbes, des citations et des images allusives au jour. Cette décoration a permis l’inspiration à l’amour pour tous ceux qui l’ont admirée. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S456zPZux1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k7icwRkP9z8/s1600-h/P2110008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="height: 223px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S456zPZux1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k7icwRkP9z8/s320/P2110008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-7591391511012154411?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/7591391511012154411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-saint-valentin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7591391511012154411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7591391511012154411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-saint-valentin.html' title='La Saint-Valentin'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S456zPZux1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k7icwRkP9z8/s72-c/P2110008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-8002959522749826410</id><published>2010-01-20T16:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:04:04.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritores e Escritas'/><title type='text'>Nova Biografia de EÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Fada Oriana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S0z3-UsikdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cr2beXfAXJk/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="15" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S0z3-UsikdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cr2beXfAXJk/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Na leitura que ensaiaremos da obra A Fada Oriana (Figueirinhas, 2001), procuraremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; seguir o caminho que a protagonista, anunciada pelo título, percorre no sentido da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; procura e do encontro consigo própria e com o Outro, um trajecto denunciador de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; humanismo que emerge, aliás, como uma das linhas unificadoras da totalidade da obra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; de Sophia de M. Breyner Andresen.&lt;/span&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/7549167765082777498-429402690785053653?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/429402690785053653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/01/fada-oriana-na-leitura-que-ensaiaremos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/429402690785053653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/429402690785053653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/01/fada-oriana-na-leitura-que-ensaiaremos.html' title=''/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S0z3-UsikdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cr2beXfAXJk/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-7704339635154217203</id><published>2010-01-11T09:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:13:38.350Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida D&apos;Escrita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S0rt4U4WLVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CNHPLoVMtPU/s1600-h/SOPHIA.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="15" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S0rt4U4WLVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CNHPLoVMtPU/s320/SOPHIA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner                       Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; nasceu na cidade do Porto, em 1919, viveu em Lisboa, onde estudou e tirou o curso de                       Filologia Clássica e faleceu no dia 2 de Julho de 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner                       Andresen é considerada uma das poetisas e escritoras de                       livros para crianças mais importantes da Literatura                       Portuguesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Possui uma obra vastíssima,                       que inclui, contos e obras poéticas. Os seus livros                       relatam as vivências da autora durante a infância. Por                       exemplo, para escrever &lt;i&gt;A Floresta&lt;/i&gt; a autora                       inspirou-se na quinta da avó onde costumava passar férias                       enquanto criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Em 1999 Sophia de Mello                       Breyner Andresen recebeu o Prémio Camões, sobre o qual                       muito se falou e escreveu na altura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-7704339635154217203?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/7704339635154217203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/01/sophia-de-mello-breyner-andresen-nasceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7704339635154217203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/7704339635154217203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2010/01/sophia-de-mello-breyner-andresen-nasceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/S0rt4U4WLVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CNHPLoVMtPU/s72-c/SOPHIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-1921177463622884982</id><published>2009-11-29T14:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:16:19.394Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida D&apos;Escrita'/><title type='text'>Vida e obra do Padre António Vieira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Padre António Vieira, nasceu em 1608, em Portugal, e morreu em 1697, no Brasil. É ele a mais alta personalidade do Barroco luso-brasileiro. Durante seus 89 anos de vida, Padre Vieira participou activamente da Companhia de Jesus e da política portuguesa. Seu nome permanece como o maior orador jesuítico em língua portuguesa, famoso por seus Sermões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Padre Vieira pensou todas as questões em pauta em sua época, o que explica a vastidão de sua obra e de sua acção política. É impressionante a quantidade de desdobramentos que, ultrapassando as limitações sacerdotais, Padre Vieira apresenta em sua actuação. Ele foi religioso, padre, missionário, teólogo, exegeta, pregador, escritor, conselheiro, político, diplomata, defensor de índios, negros e cristãos novos, observador dos astros e da natureza, defensor da tolerância religiosa, desafiador da Inquisição, perscrutador das Escrituras, adivinho do futuro. Toda essa dinâmica acabou resultando em fortes e fatais dissabores políticos e religiosos contra ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, apesar das cassações religiosas, acusações heréticas e exílios, Padre Vieira deixou-nos uma vasta e importante obra. Escreveu, além de mais de quinhentas cartas, obras de profecia: História do Futuro, Esperanças de Portugal e Clavis Prophetarum. E, claro, os Sermões (15 volumes, 13 publicados entre 1679 e 1690, e 2 volumes entre 1710 e 1718).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/SxKD8yCXGFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ejeNg1KrBfM/s1600/padre-antonio-vieira-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="15" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/SxKD8yCXGFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ejeNg1KrBfM/s400/padre-antonio-vieira-7.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7549167765082777498-1921177463622884982?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/1921177463622884982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2009/11/vida-e-obra-do-padre-antonio-vieira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/1921177463622884982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/1921177463622884982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2009/11/vida-e-obra-do-padre-antonio-vieira.html' title='Vida e obra do Padre António Vieira'/><author><name>Departamento de Línguas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712790982618197503</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/_vGo6_ENXQmg/SxKD8yCXGFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ejeNg1KrBfM/s72-c/padre-antonio-vieira-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549167765082777498.post-4837159371189366766</id><published>2009-11-25T16:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:02:39.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uma Vida d&apos; Escrita'/><title type='text'>"Uma Vida d' Escrita"</title><content type='html'>Voltaram a Ribeira de Pena os nossos autores. &lt;br /&gt;Brevemente, na nossa escola,&amp;nbsp;irão desfilar os nossos mais famosos escritores. &lt;br /&gt;Segue abaixo a calendarização da passagem de tão ilustres personalidades! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Fiquem&amp;nbsp;atentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coube a honra ao &lt;em&gt;Padre António Vieira&lt;/em&gt; abrir o desfile.&amp;nbsp;O evento ocorreu no passado dia 20 de Novembro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/Sw1gYLYeCXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KBprJpjCCrw/s1600/P_Antonio_vieira%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vGo6_ENXQmg/Sw1gYLYeCXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KBprJpjCCrw/s320/P_Antonio_vieira%5B1%5D.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7549167765082777498-4837159371189366766?l=dlrpena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/feeds/4837159371189366766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-vida-d-escrita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/4837159371189366766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7549167765082777498/posts/default/4837159371189366766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlrpena.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-vida-d-escrita.html' title='&quot;Uma Vida d&apos; 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