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é um projeto coletivo que utiliza a tecnologia de mapas Google e apresenta contos de diferentes países do mundo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.es/maps/ms?msid=204804970336227856155.00049098ce28ac3709475&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;ll=44.465151,14.282227&amp;amp;spn=24.200945,57.084961&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Ver &lt;a href="http://maps.google.es/maps/ms?msid=204804970336227856155.00049098ce28ac3709475&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=m&amp;amp;vpsrc=0&amp;amp;ll=44.465151,14.282227&amp;amp;spn=24.200945,57.084961&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;La vuelta al mundo en 80 cuentos&lt;/a&gt; num mapa maior&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8770602462018310319?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8770602462018310319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8770602462018310319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8770602462018310319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8770602462018310319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2012/01/ver-la-vuelta-al-mundo-en-80-cuentos.html' title='Volta ao mundo em 80 contos'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1534075004944853174</id><published>2011-12-29T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:58:49.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhT0yR3KdEI/TvyN43kYDpI/AAAAAAAAA10/NiemF6MACHM/s1600/relogio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691580037218176658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhT0yR3KdEI/TvyN43kYDpI/AAAAAAAAA10/NiemF6MACHM/s400/relogio.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recomeça…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se puderes&lt;br /&gt;Sem angústia&lt;br /&gt;E sem pressa.&lt;br /&gt;E os passos que deres,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse caminho duro&lt;br /&gt;Do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Dá-os em liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não alcances&lt;br /&gt;Não descanses.&lt;br /&gt;De nenhum fruto queiras só metade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, nunca saciado,&lt;br /&gt;Vai colhendo ilusões sucessivas no pomar.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a sonhar e vendo&lt;br /&gt;O logro da aventura.&lt;br /&gt;És homem, não te esqueças!&lt;br /&gt;Só é tua a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1534075004944853174?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1534075004944853174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1534075004944853174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1534075004944853174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1534075004944853174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-novo-ano.html' title='Um novo ano...'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhT0yR3KdEI/TvyN43kYDpI/AAAAAAAAA10/NiemF6MACHM/s72-c/relogio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5191870918885343531</id><published>2011-12-21T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:42:45.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rov_pbdzCPA/TvHGG30uVSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/iMP-wnQqAPw/s1600/natal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688545625712252194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rov_pbdzCPA/TvHGG30uVSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/iMP-wnQqAPw/s400/natal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natal, e não Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entremos, apressados, friorentos,&lt;br /&gt;numa gruta, no bojo de um navio,&lt;br /&gt;num presépio, num prédio, num presídio&lt;br /&gt;no prédio que amanhã for demolido...&lt;br /&gt;Entremos, inseguros, mas entremos.&lt;br /&gt;Entremos e depressa, em qualquer sítio,&lt;br /&gt;porque esta noite chama-se Dezembro,&lt;br /&gt;porque sofremos, porque temos frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entremos, dois a dois: somos duzentos,&lt;br /&gt;duzentos mil, doze milhões de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Procuremos o rastro de uma casa,&lt;br /&gt;a cave, a gruta, o sulco de uma nave...&lt;br /&gt;Entremos, despojados, mas entremos.&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas talvez o fogo nasça,&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja Natal e não Dezembro,&lt;br /&gt;talvez universal a consoada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Mourão-Ferreira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5191870918885343531?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5191870918885343531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5191870918885343531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5191870918885343531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5191870918885343531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rov_pbdzCPA/TvHGG30uVSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/iMP-wnQqAPw/s72-c/natal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-6340499640225871762</id><published>2011-12-14T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:39:32.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nataler tem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neVV5MzYt9w/TuhtEKY-pnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ik-QXUqHTck/s1600/imageCA138T9B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; 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É tempo de transformar o teto do teu quarto num céu noturno cheio de estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;Este e outros desafios da &lt;em&gt;Kidz Labs&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Fun Science Products&lt;/em&gt;, estão à tua espera na Feira do Livro, na BECRE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6340499640225871762?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6340499640225871762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6340499640225871762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6340499640225871762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6340499640225871762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/12/nataler-tem_14.html' title='A Nataler tem!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neVV5MzYt9w/TuhtEKY-pnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ik-QXUqHTck/s72-c/imageCA138T9B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-7254836469697553276</id><published>2011-12-06T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T01:06:16.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nataler tem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjbXx4c_dcs/Tt3afmjoJkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3OXBYNInaHM/s1600/imagesCAZK1S92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682938541272213058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjbXx4c_dcs/Tt3afmjoJkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3OXBYNInaHM/s400/imagesCAZK1S92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rapariga das laranjas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Jostein Gaarder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que fazer quando um pai, falecido demasiado cedo para nos lembrarmos dele, decide falar com o filho, através de uma carta escrita há onze anos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta é a experiência de Georg Roed, de quinze anos, quando a família descobre a carta do seu pai. Juntos, Georg e o pai vão dialogar e manter finalmente a conversa de adultos que não puderam ter em vida. Nessa carta, Jan Olav, o pai de Georg procura uma bela rapariga carregada com um saco de laranjas. Nada o demove, nem o facto de não saber nada dela, nem o nome. Procura-a com todo o entusiasmo da juventude, enquanto imagina qual a razão que a leva a atribuir um valor tão grande às laranjas que ele, desastradamente, fez rolar nesse primeiro encontro. Georg mergulha nesta aventura descrita com grande paixão pelo pai, falecido quando ele tinha apenas quatro anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Através de uma belíssima carta de amor para um filho de quem o pai sabe que não poderá acompanhar o crescimento, esta obra é um hino à vida e ao mistério insondável que ela encerra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-7254836469697553276?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7254836469697553276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=7254836469697553276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7254836469697553276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7254836469697553276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/12/nataler-tem.html' title='A Nataler tem!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjbXx4c_dcs/Tt3afmjoJkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3OXBYNInaHM/s72-c/imagesCAZK1S92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-549418646397850046</id><published>2011-11-30T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:36:22.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nataler tem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCn5vHtl2Yc/TtX49cxnT3I/AAAAAAAAAzw/rBEFQU17QGI/s1600/imageCAW0XPJY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680720239577747314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCn5vHtl2Yc/TtX49cxnT3I/AAAAAAAAAzw/rBEFQU17QGI/s400/imageCAW0XPJY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas Ovelhas são Precisas para Fazer Uma Camisola?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, os melhores investigadores respondem às mais importantes e curiosas questões científicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por que é que os nossos dedos têm tamanhos diferentes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o que é exactamente o tempo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E será que as bolas de golfe têm covinhas por algum motivo especial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estas e muitas outras perguntas encontram explicações neste livro, no qual estão reunidas as respostas de alguns dos mais reputados cientistas britânicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas Ovelhas são Precisas para Fazer Uma Camisola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?, o mundo aparece sem segredos, esclarecendo dúvidas muito variadas, desde as que envolvem a conceção do universo e os sentimentos, até às que envolvem os sentimentos, o funcionamento do corpo humano e o dia-a-dia de uma casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um livro para mentes curiosas e apaixonadas pelos mistérios da ciência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-549418646397850046?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/549418646397850046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=549418646397850046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/549418646397850046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/549418646397850046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/nataler-tem.html' title='A Nataler tem!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCn5vHtl2Yc/TtX49cxnT3I/AAAAAAAAAzw/rBEFQU17QGI/s72-c/imageCAW0XPJY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-4421837781515599242</id><published>2011-11-23T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:16:32.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nataler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnmMd1L_T8A/Tsy328uzHrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/39xvA40tqF0/s1600/PICT1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678115384850587314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnmMd1L_T8A/Tsy328uzHrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/39xvA40tqF0/s400/PICT1218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A 3ª edição da feira do livro &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nataler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decorre de &lt;strong&gt;28 de novembro&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;16 de dezembro&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Venham à BECRE! Muitos autores, muitas obras, novidades editoriais,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ficamos à vossa espera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu nataleio, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu natalês... todos nataleem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4421837781515599242?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4421837781515599242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4421837781515599242' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4421837781515599242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4421837781515599242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/nataler.html' title='Nataler'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnmMd1L_T8A/Tsy328uzHrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/39xvA40tqF0/s72-c/PICT1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-6515096888844658053</id><published>2011-11-16T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T04:55:32.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lusco-fusco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfqvzuDe6mI/TsOyolLXQXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XOwrGLkTgek/s1600/lusco-fusco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675576365661241714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfqvzuDe6mI/TsOyolLXQXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XOwrGLkTgek/s400/lusco-fusco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lusco-fusco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de Cristina Carvalho, fala do mundo dos espíritos da Natureza. Fala de personagens subtis, etéreas, delicadas, algumas delas perigosas e cheias de mistério. São os gnomos e as fadas, os silfos, as salamandras e outros seres que, lá das profundidades do imponderável azul celeste ou vindos dos mais secretos esconderijos na Terra e no Mar, tudo determinam com exatidão e rigor: os terramotos, os furacões, os tsunamis, os vulcões. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6515096888844658053?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6515096888844658053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6515096888844658053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6515096888844658053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6515096888844658053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/lusco-fusco.html' title='Lusco-fusco'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfqvzuDe6mI/TsOyolLXQXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XOwrGLkTgek/s72-c/lusco-fusco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8508019312964010647</id><published>2011-11-08T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T05:51:14.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hY8G7CqqUc/TrkyZHP9KAI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FsUT2tqUAks/s1600/eva.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672620612673939458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hY8G7CqqUc/TrkyZHP9KAI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FsUT2tqUAks/s400/eva.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6WQjNm1j_s/Trkxsf7ZAfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/VO_22tMx3d8/s1600/eva.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Margarida Botelho, é a história documental de duas culturas que poderão ter mais coisas em comum do que à partida se imagina.&lt;br /&gt;Eva ou Evas… uma menina que vive na Europa, num país que poderá ser Portugal, e outra menina que vive em África, num país que poderá ser Moçambique.&lt;br /&gt;Eva é o primeiro livro da coleção &lt;em&gt;POKA POKANI&lt;/em&gt;. Esta coleção é parte integrante de um projeto artístico de intervenção comunitária que assenta na criação, e no registo documental, de histórias na primeira pessoa, originárias de geografias lusófonas e não só. O projeto, que celebra o encontro entre diferentes mundos, terá as imagens e as palavras dos vários participantes locais, que a autora e mediadora Margarida Botelho reflete numa visão em forma de livro depois de cada encontro.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro destes encontros teve lugar em Moçambique em 2009/2010, com o apoio da Dgartes, da Unesco e do Centro Nacional de Cultura. E assim nasceu o primeiro livro da colecção: Eva, entre a vivência num campo de refugiados e numa ilha de espíritos, a de Moçambique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SAgldZssnPo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8508019312964010647?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8508019312964010647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8508019312964010647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8508019312964010647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8508019312964010647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/eva.html' title='Eva'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hY8G7CqqUc/TrkyZHP9KAI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FsUT2tqUAks/s72-c/eva.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-7854901216753095501</id><published>2011-11-02T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T04:06:43.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jorge de Sena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fFyJgl36R0/TrEi_kPPLlI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VJur4Spuy2g/s1600/sena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670351881290853970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fFyJgl36R0/TrEi_kPPLlI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VJur4Spuy2g/s400/sena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A 2 de Novembro de 1919, nasce, em Lisboa, o escritor português Jorge de Sena. A sua obra abrange a ficção, o ensaio e a poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Diferença Que Há&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A diferença que há entre os estudiosos e os poetas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que aqueles passam a vida inteira com o nariz num assunto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ver se conseguem decifrá-lo, e estes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abrem o livro, lêem três páginas, farejam as restantes (nem sequer todas) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sabem logo do assunto o que os outros não conseguiram saber. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso, os estudiosos têm raiva dos poetas, capazes de ler tudo sem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter lido nada ( e eles não leram nada tendo lido tudo). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mal está em haver poetas que abusam do analfabetismo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E desacreditam a gaya Scienza. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge de Sena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-7854901216753095501?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7854901216753095501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=7854901216753095501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7854901216753095501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7854901216753095501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/11/jorge-de-sena.html' title='Jorge de Sena'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fFyJgl36R0/TrEi_kPPLlI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VJur4Spuy2g/s72-c/sena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5788075517637569804</id><published>2011-10-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:05:00.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns a...nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hArBoCmhYE4/TqltnWPEwZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BfUQP-_aDb8/s1600/parabens_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668182128773611922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hArBoCmhYE4/TqltnWPEwZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BfUQP-_aDb8/s400/parabens_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do Agrupamento de Escolas de D.Fernando II e da BECRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 29 de outubro, o Agrupamento faz 43 anos e a BECRE comemora o 2º aniversário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estamos felizes pelo que já fizemos, mas sabemos que muito, muito ainda, há para fazer! E vamos fazê-lo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5788075517637569804?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5788075517637569804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5788075517637569804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5788075517637569804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5788075517637569804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/parabens-anos.html' title='Parabéns a...nós'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hArBoCmhYE4/TqltnWPEwZI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/BfUQP-_aDb8/s72-c/parabens_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-279207545495247923</id><published>2011-10-19T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T01:01:40.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhgQFXfVepc/Tp6DukZ0t4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/g3klierVO1c/s1600/jlp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665110217347872642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhgQFXfVepc/Tp6DukZ0t4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/g3klierVO1c/s400/jlp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;José Luís Peixoto, um dos autores mais marcantes da atualidade, fala-nos da infância, do Alentejo, do amor, da escrita, da leitura, das viagens, das tatuagens, ... da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Através de uma imensa diversidade de temas e registos, José Luís Peixoto escreve sobre si próprio com invulgar desassombro. Intimista, nunca se esquece do leitor, abraçando-o, levando-o por um caminho que passa pela ternura , pelo sorriso e por aquela sabedoria que se alcança com o tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para muitos, esta obra é a confirmação do seu génio e da excelência da sua escrita, para outros é a porta de entrada para o seu mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-279207545495247923?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/279207545495247923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=279207545495247923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/279207545495247923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/279207545495247923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/abraco.html' title='Abraço'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhgQFXfVepc/Tp6DukZ0t4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/g3klierVO1c/s72-c/jlp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-4532712496452537007</id><published>2011-10-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:36:27.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel da Literatura 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxHo6_6ROwM/TpRSj9ULLVI/AAAAAAAAAx4/K_eZzgm2dVI/s1600/transtormer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662241409219636562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxHo6_6ROwM/TpRSj9ULLVI/AAAAAAAAAx4/K_eZzgm2dVI/s400/transtormer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O poeta &lt;strong&gt;suecoTomas Tranströmer&lt;/strong&gt; é o Nobel da Literatura 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Tranströmer, 80 anos, escreve sobre a morte, a história, a memória, e é é o poeta sueco mais traduzido em todo o Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Começou a publicar poesia aos 23 anos e o seu primeiro livro intitulava-se &lt;em&gt;17 dikter&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;17 Poemas&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Publicou cerca de 15 obras numa longa carreira dedicada à escrita e recebeu numerosos galardões literários, como o Prémio Literário do Conselho Nórdico, em 1990.&lt;br /&gt;A antologia &lt;em&gt;Vinte e um poetas suecos&lt;/em&gt; que inclui poemas de Tranströmer vai ser reeditada brevemente pela editora Nova Vega. Organizada por Vasco Graça Moura e Ana Hatherly, esta antologia, lançado pela primeira vez em 1981 com uma selecção de poetas suecos, teve ainda a participação dos tradutores e escritores Almeida Faria, Casimiro de Brito e Teresa Salema.&lt;br /&gt;Eis dois poemas que, no início do ano, foram publicados pelo blogue Poesia Ilimitada :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A árvore a nuvem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma árvore anda de aqui para ali sob a chuva,&lt;br /&gt;com pressa, ante nós, derramando-se na cinza.&lt;br /&gt;Leva um recado. Da chuva arranca vida&lt;br /&gt;como um melro ante um jardim de fruta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando a chuva cessa, detém-se a árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbramo-la direita, quieta em noites claras,&lt;br /&gt;à espera, como nós, do instante&lt;br /&gt;em que flocos de neve floresçam no espaço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde a montanha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou na montanha e vejo a enseada.&lt;br /&gt;Os barcos descansam sobre a superfície do verão.&lt;br /&gt;«Somos sonâmbulos. Luas vagabundas.»&lt;br /&gt;Isso dizem as velas brancas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«Deslizamos por uma casa adormecida.&lt;br /&gt;Abrimos as portas lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Assomamo-nos à liberdade.»&lt;br /&gt;Isso dizem as velas brancas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dia vi navegar os desejos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos, no mesmo rumo – uma só frota.&lt;br /&gt;«Agora estamos dispersos. Séquito de ninguém.»&lt;br /&gt;Isso dizem as velas brancas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4532712496452537007?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4532712496452537007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4532712496452537007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4532712496452537007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4532712496452537007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/nobel-da-literatura-2011.html' title='Nobel da Literatura 2011'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxHo6_6ROwM/TpRSj9ULLVI/AAAAAAAAAx4/K_eZzgm2dVI/s72-c/transtormer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-6312308987133055549</id><published>2011-10-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T15:06:08.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler a República</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659756249216596242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCebC4WCzmI/Tot-Um3aORI/AAAAAAAAAxw/dt-dbDsxMG8/s400/CA629IQRCAUGVISVCA8PGUL0CAUZP6UNCA9S8S2JCAPLSAVQCACFQKC6CA4ABJG5CA3LSW15CAOD3FYFCAJE2UE1CAAPA6WRCA5W019UCAQCOFH5CAFDOONCCAHEENLTCAT4BZR1CAYLM84GCALWWMAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 x 1910&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Histórias da República&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Margarida Fonseca Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sete histórias cujas personagens principais, falando na primeira pessoa, são objectos carregados de simbologia. O Mapa Cor-de-Rosa é acusado de estar na origem do célebre Ultimatum de 1890, um antecedente que terá contribuído para o assassinato de D. Carlos I e, mais tarde, para a implantação da República. A Bala que estava dentro da pistola do Almirante Cândido dos Reis que se suicidara, pensando que a revolução tinha falhado. Acompanhado por um ordenança, o diplomata alemão preocupado com a vida dos estrangeiros que residiam no Avenida Palace pega na Bandeira Branca e segue rumo ao Marquês de Pombal, onde se encontravam muitos Republicanos. Estes, ao verem-no chegar com a bandeira branca, pensaram que a Monarquia se tinha rendido. A Coroa Real que vive despeitada porque nunca mais foi posta numa cabeça de rei ou rainha desde o tempo de D.João IV. O Navio de Guerra que, quando disparou sobre os edifícios do Ministério, teve a certeza de que minou a confiança dos militares que defendiam a Monarquia. O Iate Real D. Amélia que levaria o rei deposto D. Manuel II e toda a família real até Gibraltar, onde ficariam a salvo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6312308987133055549?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6312308987133055549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6312308987133055549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6312308987133055549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6312308987133055549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/ler-republica.html' title='Ler a República'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCebC4WCzmI/Tot-Um3aORI/AAAAAAAAAxw/dt-dbDsxMG8/s72-c/CA629IQRCAUGVISVCA8PGUL0CAUZP6UNCA9S8S2JCAPLSAVQCACFQKC6CA4ABJG5CA3LSW15CAOD3FYFCAJE2UE1CAAPA6WRCA5W019UCAQCOFH5CAFDOONCCAHEENLTCAT4BZR1CAYLM84GCALWWMAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-3291921862967799399</id><published>2011-10-04T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:41:58.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber é poder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outubro, Mês Internacional da Biblioteca Escolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTM0NUYKXGY/TotvUJk83RI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PzImgB8QGMU/s1600/mc3aas-internacional-da-be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659739748680129810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTM0NUYKXGY/TotvUJk83RI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PzImgB8QGMU/s400/mc3aas-internacional-da-be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-3291921862967799399?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3291921862967799399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=3291921862967799399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3291921862967799399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3291921862967799399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/10/mes-internacional-da-biblioteca-escolar.html' title='Saber é poder!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTM0NUYKXGY/TotvUJk83RI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PzImgB8QGMU/s72-c/mc3aas-internacional-da-be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-6259802257690493202</id><published>2011-09-29T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T05:19:19.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outono a Ler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGRYAX1ceJM/ToRhhirnYcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SwzbSrg3k_I/s1600/capa-esqueci-me-como-se-chama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657754260757504450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGRYAX1ceJM/ToRhhirnYcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SwzbSrg3k_I/s400/capa-esqueci-me-como-se-chama1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esqueci-me como se chama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Daniil Harms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre outras histórias e poemas bem humorados, assitimos a um hilariante diálogo sobre uma visita a um jardim zoológico, a uma corrida que alguns animais fazem para descobrir quem será o mais rápido, conhecemos o Vova, personagem que parece estar condenado a beber eternamente óleo de peixe, descobrimos como gritam os ouriços e como é possível alguém não conseguir dizer gaulinha, quer dizer, gaulinhalinha, ou seja, galinhalenha... ficamos a saber como contrariar a teimosia de um burro, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6259802257690493202?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6259802257690493202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6259802257690493202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6259802257690493202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6259802257690493202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/09/outono-ler.html' title='Outono a Ler'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGRYAX1ceJM/ToRhhirnYcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SwzbSrg3k_I/s72-c/capa-esqueci-me-como-se-chama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1739279292909706524</id><published>2011-09-21T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T02:49:27.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro dia de escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0nKMl1yaHw/Tnmw3NH1HwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zGYs1VUoam8/s1600/escola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654745269602164482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0nKMl1yaHw/Tnmw3NH1HwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zGYs1VUoam8/s400/escola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O primeiro dia de escola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de António Mota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproxima-se o primeiro dia de escola para a Inês. Ela anda irrequieta e ansiosa, e não pára de fazer perguntas. António, o irmão mais velho, diverte-se imenso com a situação e inventa respostas mirabolantes que a deixam ainda mais desconcertada. Fala-lhe da comida da cantina, que inclui "formigas fritas com pimenta", e dos "olhos mágicos dos pratos" que adivinham tudo o que nós pensamos. Inês fica espantada. Até um pouco assustada! Mas logo o avô Júlio recorda a primeira vez que foi à escola, numa história que mete sonhos, os conselhos da sua avó Rosa e a descoberta de um novo mundo, naqueles que foram "os dias mais doces" da sua vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;António Mota escreve sobre o crescimento e o encontro com novas realidades, sobre a família e a partilha de sentimentos, sobre a amizade que se conquista e se fortalece. Amanhã, Inês irá feliz para a escola, com a sua mochila cheia de livros e cadernos e material novinho a estrear, sabendo que o medo é apenas "uma mancha branca, parecida com uma nuvem" que os avós podem fazer desaparecer… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1739279292909706524?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1739279292909706524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1739279292909706524' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1739279292909706524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1739279292909706524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-primeiro-dia-de-escola.html' title='O primeiro dia de escola'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0nKMl1yaHw/Tnmw3NH1HwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/zGYs1VUoam8/s72-c/escola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8446198005480165342</id><published>2011-09-14T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:19:38.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reencontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K5pAK8Vo0M/TnD8hsOLyKI/AAAAAAAAAww/o_Mx5PWUVcY/s1600/0tumblr_lm9n1bdkPd1qkaoroo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652295188086507682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K5pAK8Vo0M/TnD8hsOLyKI/AAAAAAAAAww/o_Mx5PWUVcY/s400/0tumblr_lm9n1bdkPd1qkaoroo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recomeçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar…&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um bom dia para começar novos desafios.&lt;br /&gt;Onde você quer chegar?&lt;br /&gt;Ir alto…&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe alto…&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um ótimo 2011-2012!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8446198005480165342?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8446198005480165342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8446198005480165342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8446198005480165342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8446198005480165342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/09/reencontro.html' title='Reencontro'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K5pAK8Vo0M/TnD8hsOLyKI/AAAAAAAAAww/o_Mx5PWUVcY/s72-c/0tumblr_lm9n1bdkPd1qkaoroo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-2144389650219570208</id><published>2011-09-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T06:29:21.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão a ler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NN1p37wAL8/TmjCaEvF29I/AAAAAAAAAwo/Z32gk64Y9zE/s1600/a-educac3a7c3a3o-sentimental-dos-pc3a1ssaros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649979485739932626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NN1p37wAL8/TmjCaEvF29I/AAAAAAAAAwo/Z32gk64Y9zE/s400/a-educac3a7c3a3o-sentimental-dos-pc3a1ssaros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Educação Sentimental dos Pássaros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Onze contos, onze histórias, onze cenários, onze possibilidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;de José Eduardo Agualusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onze contos, onze histórias, onze cenários, onze possibilidades que têm em comum a preocupação sobre a origem e a natureza do mal. Anjos e demónios caminham entre nós e nem sempre se distinguem uns dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;José Eduardo Agulausa joga com as palavras e vira as probabilidades ao contrário. Diz que, às vezes, as histórias lhe aparecem enquanto dorme, que nunca sabe como terminará uma personagem que lhe surgiu mesmo que seja um anjo. Ou um demónio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-2144389650219570208?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2144389650219570208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=2144389650219570208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2144389650219570208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2144389650219570208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/09/verao-ler.html' title='Verão a ler...'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NN1p37wAL8/TmjCaEvF29I/AAAAAAAAAwo/Z32gk64Y9zE/s72-c/a-educac3a7c3a3o-sentimental-dos-pc3a1ssaros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-4013313032785216959</id><published>2011-09-02T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T03:31:58.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatas Borralheiras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDFLl9eH8Rg/TmCwW7RsteI/AAAAAAAAAwg/iwzp-ZYVZFk/s1600/gata-borralheira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647707840638137826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDFLl9eH8Rg/TmCwW7RsteI/AAAAAAAAAwg/iwzp-ZYVZFk/s400/gata-borralheira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gata Borralheira e Contos Similares &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;é o primeiro livro da colecção &lt;em&gt;Contos Tradicionais Europeus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste primeiro título da colecção, Francisco Vaz Silva dá-nos a conhecer as inúmeras versões deste conto tradicional. As Gatas Borralheiras de Itália, da Suécia, ...vão povoar o nosso imaginário. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4013313032785216959?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4013313032785216959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4013313032785216959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4013313032785216959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4013313032785216959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/09/gatas-borralheiras.html' title='Gatas Borralheiras...'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDFLl9eH8Rg/TmCwW7RsteI/AAAAAAAAAwg/iwzp-ZYVZFk/s72-c/gata-borralheira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5798126741518922633</id><published>2011-08-24T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:45:42.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A árvore vermelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A árvore vermelha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;é uma obra de Shaun Tan, escritor e autor australiano que, este ano, recebeu o prémio Astrid Lindgren, o mais importante prémio da literatura infantil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PrmMFFpKxgw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5798126741518922633?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5798126741518922633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5798126741518922633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5798126741518922633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5798126741518922633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/arvore-vermelha.html' title='A árvore vermelha'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PrmMFFpKxgw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-3092275165609053815</id><published>2011-08-18T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T07:43:03.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voos de Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QXhoSWjdzN0/Tk0kV_6MS4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/WSdj9ii87Yg/s1600/voar_livro_noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642205868516461442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QXhoSWjdzN0/Tk0kV_6MS4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/WSdj9ii87Yg/s400/voar_livro_noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voo Nocturno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Voo do Golfinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Ondjaki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O grande voo do pardal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Lídia Jorge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-3092275165609053815?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3092275165609053815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=3092275165609053815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3092275165609053815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3092275165609053815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/voos-de-verao.html' title='Voos de Verão'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QXhoSWjdzN0/Tk0kV_6MS4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/WSdj9ii87Yg/s72-c/voar_livro_noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-7138818771924484876</id><published>2011-08-11T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T08:00:28.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler no Verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa7PVPa2g2M/TkPt82_OqmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/mbF-_MYavjg/s1600/ferias1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639612788206643810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa7PVPa2g2M/TkPt82_OqmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/mbF-_MYavjg/s400/ferias1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perguntem aos Vossos Gatos e aos Vossos Cães,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;de&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Manuel António Pina e Pedro Proença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Cidade dos Cães e Outras Histórias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Luísa Ducla Soares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gatos e Mais Gatos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Doris Lessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-7138818771924484876?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7138818771924484876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=7138818771924484876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7138818771924484876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7138818771924484876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/ler-no-verao_11.html' title='Ler no Verão...'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa7PVPa2g2M/TkPt82_OqmI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/mbF-_MYavjg/s72-c/ferias1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-560678801037787164</id><published>2011-08-03T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T08:37:58.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler no Verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiggMdrgjZI/TjlnBM9VVEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/IEF_eSV9xcs/s1600/llegint_Linda_Prater1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636649678986892354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiggMdrgjZI/TjlnBM9VVEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/IEF_eSV9xcs/s400/llegint_Linda_Prater1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É uma boa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzN5YkIJOm4/TjlmwNxrWCI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3JnOcvFetkk/s1600/llegint_Linda_Prater.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636649387148662818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzN5YkIJOm4/TjlmwNxrWCI/AAAAAAAAAvw/3JnOcvFetkk/s400/llegint_Linda_Prater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opção!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umas férias com música&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Ana Saldanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boas férias, Miguel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!, de Maria Teresa Maia Gonzalez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As férias de Maigret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Georges Simenon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-560678801037787164?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/560678801037787164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=560678801037787164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/560678801037787164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/560678801037787164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/08/ler-no-verao.html' title='Ler no Verão...'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jiggMdrgjZI/TjlnBM9VVEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/IEF_eSV9xcs/s72-c/llegint_Linda_Prater1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-779450584794626104</id><published>2011-07-26T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:46:58.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajar... a ler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHGp8bE7jpQ/Ti7dnRkBuLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/77NkvVWdzfE/s1600/viagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633683850686216370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHGp8bE7jpQ/Ti7dnRkBuLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/77NkvVWdzfE/s400/viagens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viagens Contadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marrocos, Nepal, Patagónia, Noruega e outros circuitos, &lt;/em&gt;de Maria João Ruela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pessoas e destinos que a jornalista da SIC, Maria João Ruela, vai encontrando e que aqui nos apresenta .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conheceremos Juana, uma mulher bonita e vistosa, que em Punta Arenas, Chile, aluga 12 quartos decorados em estilo art noveau e serve cafés a viajantes perdidos; Armad, o pastor que apareceu no meio dos Pirenéus, como um autêntico salvador, quando se abatia um autêntico dilúvio de proporções bíblicas; a Xana e o Nuno, companheiros de viagem em autocaravana pela Noruega; Porter, um rapaz de pele escura e cabelo liso sem jeito, um aspirante a guia que, no Nepal, se tornou carregador e companheiro de esforço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;«As montanhas são sempre tristes e gélidas antes de o nascer do sol. A neve sem luz exala um desconforto frio, que dá vontade de fugir em vez de me aproximar. Foi assim que olhei, pela primeira vez, para as pirâmides sentinela dos Annapurnas, massas gigantes de neve e gelo (…)» &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-779450584794626104?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/779450584794626104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=779450584794626104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/779450584794626104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/779450584794626104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/viajar-ler.html' title='Viajar... a ler'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHGp8bE7jpQ/Ti7dnRkBuLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/77NkvVWdzfE/s72-c/viagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-157632460018867629</id><published>2011-07-20T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:04:14.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXEVJS8g8dc/TibuCehjVfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Um6qBiks5cI/s1600/desafiso_mentais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631450110394324466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXEVJS8g8dc/TibuCehjVfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Um6qBiks5cI/s400/desafiso_mentais.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para os mais pequenos desenvolverem a memória, o raciocínio e a concentração, aqui fica a proposta &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desafios Mentais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;da colecção &lt;em&gt;Doutor Génio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma divertida de ocupar alguns momentos deste Verão&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Sim, porque descansar não é parar! A massa cinzenta precisa de fazer exercício para que o cérebro se mantenha de boa saúde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-157632460018867629?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/157632460018867629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=157632460018867629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/157632460018867629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/157632460018867629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/desafios.html' title='Desafios...'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXEVJS8g8dc/TibuCehjVfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Um6qBiks5cI/s72-c/desafiso_mentais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-555822902311181071</id><published>2011-07-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:19:29.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu veraneio ... e leio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HS4U5bsToZU/Th2oZ4dw5xI/AAAAAAAAAvY/f8xXzj9EkFE/s1600/encontros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628840271890409234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HS4U5bsToZU/Th2oZ4dw5xI/AAAAAAAAAvY/f8xXzj9EkFE/s400/encontros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nesta sua última obra, Gonçalo Cadilhe revela alguns momentos que o marcaram enquanto viajante. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São os encontros marcados pelo destino e que mostram o que nos pode acontecer a viajar pelo mundo; ou em casa a ler sobre esse mundo; ou na vida, quando crescemos,... e só mais tarde, ao olhar para trás, percebemos a marca que deixou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-555822902311181071?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/555822902311181071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=555822902311181071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/555822902311181071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/555822902311181071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-veraneio-e-leio_13.html' title='Eu veraneio ... e leio!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HS4U5bsToZU/Th2oZ4dw5xI/AAAAAAAAAvY/f8xXzj9EkFE/s72-c/encontros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-4241908588663968199</id><published>2011-07-07T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T03:24:32.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu veraneio ... e leio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or6EUe6WJWA/ThWI0BL18-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UfpLD53h9lw/s1600/ladrao_sombras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626553736721986530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or6EUe6WJWA/ThWI0BL18-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UfpLD53h9lw/s400/ladrao_sombras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladrão de Sombras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de Marc Levy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seu novo romance, Marc Levy conta a história de um rapazinho com um dom invulgar: ele consegue "roubar" as sombras das pessoas com quem se cruza. Ao princípio, acontece-lhe involuntariamente e isso chega a assustá-lo. Sempre que se cruza com alguém - seja um amigo, um inimigo ou um perfeito desconhecido -, a sombra da outra pessoa passa a segui-lo. Por vezes contra a vontade do rapaz, as sombras contam-lhe os mais profundos desejos, temores e aspirações das pessoas a quem pertencem. E o rapaz vê-se em mãos com um dom que traz uma grande responsabilidade: ao saber estes segredos, terá de ajudar as pessoas - ajudá-las a recuperar "essa pequena luz que lhes iluminará a vida". Durante umas férias de Verão à beira-mar, apaixona-se por uma rapariga muda, chamada Cléa, com quem comunica através da sua sombra. E a sombra deste primeiro amor acompanhá-lo-á durante anos… Mais tarde, o nosso "ladrão de sombras" torna-se estudante de Medicina, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4241908588663968199?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4241908588663968199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4241908588663968199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4241908588663968199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4241908588663968199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-veraneio-e-leio.html' title='Eu veraneio ... e leio!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or6EUe6WJWA/ThWI0BL18-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/UfpLD53h9lw/s72-c/ladrao_sombras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1326279333165049743</id><published>2011-06-30T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T03:47:41.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbtRI-ocO6Q/TgxNQS72GxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/rUJSApA6Cxg/s1600/balao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 393px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623954977035000594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbtRI-ocO6Q/TgxNQS72GxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/rUJSApA6Cxg/s400/balao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu (não) estou de férias&lt;br /&gt;Tu estás de férias?&lt;br /&gt;Ele já está de férias!&lt;br /&gt;Nós estamos de férias...&lt;br /&gt;Vós estais de férias.&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão de férias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos todos viajar?&lt;br /&gt;Tu vais de bicicleta?&lt;br /&gt;E se fôssemos todos ... de livro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1326279333165049743?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1326279333165049743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1326279333165049743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1326279333165049743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1326279333165049743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/06/boas-ferias.html' title='Boas férias'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbtRI-ocO6Q/TgxNQS72GxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/rUJSApA6Cxg/s72-c/balao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-944113568806950170</id><published>2011-06-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:40:09.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>História de Portugal</title><content type='html'>De perder o fôlego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RD2Z_1NLjB0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-944113568806950170?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/944113568806950170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=944113568806950170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/944113568806950170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/944113568806950170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/06/historia-de-portugal.html' title='História de Portugal'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RD2Z_1NLjB0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1048020130625749950</id><published>2011-06-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:51:02.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dança quando chegares ao fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCYAL7L-oQc/TfoWHD0XRiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/iFbQwhyRHXA/s1600/dan%25C3%25A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618827795637945890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCYAL7L-oQc/TfoWHD0XRiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/iFbQwhyRHXA/s400/dan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É o título de uma obra para os mais pequenos da autoria de Richard Zimler e com ilustração de Bernardo Carvalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dança quando chegares ao fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bons conselhos de amigos animais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tucanos e perdizes, papa-figos e pangolins espalham a sua sabedoria dando 29 "bons conselhos de amigos animais" para seguir desde que acordas até à hora de deitar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1048020130625749950?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1048020130625749950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1048020130625749950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1048020130625749950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1048020130625749950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/06/danca-quando-chegares-ao-fim.html' title='Dança quando chegares ao fim'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCYAL7L-oQc/TfoWHD0XRiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/iFbQwhyRHXA/s72-c/dan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8698584586068271574</id><published>2011-06-13T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:46:24.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBUlmaJrLpI/TfYYUYwxwqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/8uoxhQLFDv8/s1600/pessoa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617704323714761378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBUlmaJrLpI/TfYYUYwxwqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/8uoxhQLFDv8/s400/pessoa3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt; (Lisboa, 13 de Junho de 1888 — Lisboa, 30 de Novembro de 1935), é considerado um dos maiores poetas da língua portuguesa e da literatura universal. O crítico literário Harold Bloom considerou a sua obra um &lt;em&gt;"legado da língua portuguesa ao mundo".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Tejo é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o Tejo não é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia&lt;br /&gt;Porque o Tejo não é o rio que corre pela minha aldeia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Tejo tem grandes navios&lt;br /&gt;E navega nele ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que vêem em tudo o que lá não está,&lt;br /&gt;A memória das naus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Tejo desce de Espanha&lt;br /&gt;E o Tejo entra no mar em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente sabe isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas poucos sabem qual é o rio da minha aldeia&lt;br /&gt;E para onde ele vai&lt;br /&gt;E donde ele vem.&lt;br /&gt;E por isso porque pertence a menos gente,&lt;br /&gt;É mais livre e maior o rio da minha aldeia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo Tejo vai-se para o Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Para além do Tejo há a América&lt;br /&gt;E a fortuna daqueles que a encontram.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca pensou no que há para além&lt;br /&gt;Do rio da minha aldeia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O rio da minha aldeia não faz pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Quem está ao pé dele está só ao pé dele. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8698584586068271574?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8698584586068271574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8698584586068271574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8698584586068271574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8698584586068271574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/06/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBUlmaJrLpI/TfYYUYwxwqI/AAAAAAAAAu4/8uoxhQLFDv8/s72-c/pessoa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-2296071759229989960</id><published>2011-06-09T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:12:02.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Camões, de Portugal e das Comunidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0T1aEnRmyw/TfDR1t-8tTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ogJOvJ9NLo0/s1600/cam%25C3%25B5es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616219456137901362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0T1aEnRmyw/TfDR1t-8tTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ogJOvJ9NLo0/s400/cam%25C3%25B5es.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Poeta cantou Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Outros cantaram o Poeta.&lt;br /&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner fê-lo assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camões e a tença&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Irás ao Paço. Irás pedir que a tença&lt;br /&gt;Seja paga na data combinada.&lt;br /&gt;Este país te mata lentamente&lt;br /&gt;País que tu chamaste e não responde&lt;br /&gt;País que tu nomeias e não nasce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Em tua perdição se conjuraram&lt;br /&gt;Calúnias desamor inveja ardente&lt;br /&gt;E sempre os inimigos sobejaram&lt;br /&gt;A quem ousou ser mais que a outra gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqueles que invoscaste não te viram&lt;br /&gt;Porque estavam curvados e dobrados&lt;br /&gt;Pela paciência cuja mão de cinza&lt;br /&gt;Tinha apagado os olhos no seu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irás ao paço irás pacientemente&lt;br /&gt;Pois não te pedem canto mas paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este país te mata lentamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-2296071759229989960?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2296071759229989960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=2296071759229989960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2296071759229989960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2296071759229989960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-de-camoes-de-portugal-e-das.html' title='Dia de Camões, de Portugal e das Comunidades'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0T1aEnRmyw/TfDR1t-8tTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ogJOvJ9NLo0/s72-c/cam%25C3%25B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-2186836909814327784</id><published>2011-06-01T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T05:40:54.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXgRGG11Jcg/TeYzJjx9KdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CCdRhO9Lqts/s1600/biblogtecaqui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613230224880511442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXgRGG11Jcg/TeYzJjx9KdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CCdRhO9Lqts/s400/biblogtecaqui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A propósito deste e de todos os dias, aqui fica uma sugestão de leitura para miúdos e gráudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De Maria Teresa Maia Gonzalez, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantos Meninos Diferentes e Todos Surpreendentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é uma colectânea de textos rimados que mostra como, independentemente de raças, nacionalidades, etnias, religiões, níveis socioculturais, dons e doenças ou deficiências de que possam ser portadores, os seres humanos são todos iguais em dignidade e direitos, e merecedores de respeito e estima. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-2186836909814327784?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2186836909814327784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=2186836909814327784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2186836909814327784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2186836909814327784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-da-crianca.html' title='Dia da Criança'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXgRGG11Jcg/TeYzJjx9KdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CCdRhO9Lqts/s72-c/biblogtecaqui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5438332701752434797</id><published>2011-05-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T03:18:01.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nweti e o Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUNK_ZaiFLU/Td4nYaIjqLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-76NiB2qgUs/s1600/nweti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610965486035773618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUNK_ZaiFLU/Td4nYaIjqLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-76NiB2qgUs/s400/nweti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;No dia em que fez seis anos Nweti acordou feliz. A almofada cheirava a mar, e ela sentia-se como se tivesse regressado de um longo mês de férias, numa praia distante, de areia fina e muito branca e água cor de esmeralda. Ao longo desse dia vieram-lhe à memória imagens de um sonho: golfinhos saltando. Uma menina nadando entre os golfinhos.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma obra de José Eduardo Agualusa que nos leva à (re)desdescoberta do poder dos sonhos, da amizade e do amor através do olhar de uma menina de seis anos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5438332701752434797?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5438332701752434797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5438332701752434797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5438332701752434797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5438332701752434797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/05/nweti-e-o-mar.html' title='Nweti e o Mar'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUNK_ZaiFLU/Td4nYaIjqLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-76NiB2qgUs/s72-c/nweti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8474728186039807568</id><published>2011-05-19T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:35:36.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De arriscado a informado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HT9E0Muim0c/TdUOVFDleNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/SxfnaaewutI/s1600/clik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608404666257078482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HT9E0Muim0c/TdUOVFDleNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/SxfnaaewutI/s400/clik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Click Arriscado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é um livro que, através da história do Pedro, da Lili e do cão Óscar, ensina às crianças os riscos de navegar na Internet, sensibilizando também pais e educadores para esta temática. Conta a história de dois irmãos, Pedro e Lili, e do seu cão Óscar, que adoram jogar na Internet. Um dia, enquanto jogam, clicam numa janela pop-up e são "sugados" para dentro do computador. Lá, vêem uma luta entre "guerreiros malvados e heróis corajosos", ou seja, entre vírus e antivírus. Moral da história: ter sempre um antivírus actualizado para navegar com segurança na Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Esta obra surge no âmbito do projecto &lt;em&gt;"Tu e a Internet",&lt;/em&gt; desenvolvido desde 2008, com o apoio da Universidade do Porto, e resulta da parceria entre Filipa Falcão Reis, especialista em Informática, Diana Vaz Ribeiro, licenciada em Psicologia, e Gil Araújo, estudante de Belas Artes, responsável pela ilustração do livro.&lt;br /&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/3048776785396307640-8474728186039807568?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8474728186039807568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8474728186039807568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8474728186039807568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8474728186039807568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-arriscado-informado.html' title='De arriscado a informado'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HT9E0Muim0c/TdUOVFDleNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/SxfnaaewutI/s72-c/clik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5237158833250982014</id><published>2011-05-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:42:35.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémio Camões 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1-YhL8AsQo/TdFBcshiV2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hnzgsM8lrhA/s1600/pina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607334972296943458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1-YhL8AsQo/TdFBcshiV2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hnzgsM8lrhA/s400/pina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O escritor português &lt;strong&gt;Manuel António Pina&lt;/strong&gt; é o vencedor do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prémio Camões 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o mais importante galardão de língua portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;Poeta, autor de livros para crianças e cronista, Manuel António Pina, de 67 anos, nasceu no Sabugal, é licenciado em Direito, foi jornalista e é tradutor, professor e cronista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instituído em 1989 por Portugal e pelo Brasil, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prémio Camões &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;visa&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;distinguir um escritor cuja obra tenha contribuído para a projecção e reconhecimento da língua portuguesa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manuel António Pina junta-se agora ao poeta brasileiro Ferreira Gullar, distinguido no ano passado, ao escritor cabo-verdiano Arménio Vieira (2009), ao brasileiro João Ubaldo Ribeiro (2008) e ao português António Lobo Antunes (2007).&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Torga foi o vencedor da primeira edição do prémio, em 1989.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eis alguns títulos da vasta obra de Manuel António Pina:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O país das pessoas de pernas para o ar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ainda não é o fim nem o princípio do Mundo, calma é apenas um pouco tarde"&lt;br /&gt;"Gigões &amp;amp; anantes"&lt;br /&gt;"O têpluquê"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O pássaro da cabeça"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Os dois ladrões"&lt;br /&gt;"Nenhum sítio"&lt;br /&gt;"História com reis, rainhas, bobos, bombeiros e galinhas"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Os piratas"&lt;br /&gt;"Um sítio onde pousar a cabeça"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O tesouro"&lt;br /&gt;"Histórias que me contaste tu"&lt;br /&gt;"Pequeno livro de desmatemática"&lt;br /&gt;"Poesia reunida"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Perguntem aos vossos gatos e aos vossos cães"&lt;br /&gt;"Os livros" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E da sua última obra,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"História do sábio fechado na sua biblioteca"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, aqui ficam as primeira linhas para aguçar o apetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era uma vez um Sábio chinês que vivia há muitos anos fechado na sua Biblioteca e sabia tudo, tudo. Nada do que existia, e até do que não existia, tinha para ele segredos. Sabia quantas estrelas há no céu e quantos dias tem o mundo. Conversava com os animais e com as plantas e conhecia o passado, o presente e o futuro. Ora, como conhecia todas as coisas, a sua vida era, claro, muito triste e desinteressante. Mesmo as coisas mais misteriosas, como, por exemplo, os cortinados agitando-se com o vento, ou, à noite, os móveis rangendo como se falassem uns com os outros, não tinham para ele qualquer mistério. Até que um dia um estrangeiro bateu à porta da Biblioteca…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5237158833250982014?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5237158833250982014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5237158833250982014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5237158833250982014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5237158833250982014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/05/premio-camoes-2011.html' title='Prémio Camões 2011'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1-YhL8AsQo/TdFBcshiV2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/hnzgsM8lrhA/s72-c/pina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5003285031382990181</id><published>2011-05-13T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:34:32.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primaver a ler dá saúde e faz crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPLrE5bPmGc/Tc1qkIm1t4I/AAAAAAAAAt8/bLIjW2KFabg/s1600/F23_Livro_Saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606254280164358018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPLrE5bPmGc/Tc1qkIm1t4I/AAAAAAAAAt8/bLIjW2KFabg/s400/F23_Livro_Saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade, um conto para sete dias, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;de Claudio Hochman e João Vaz de Carvalho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num país muito distante, vivia o Rei mais sábio que alguma vez habitou a Terra. Sabia falar todas as línguas, mesmo todas: o persa, o italiano, o mandarim, o guarani, o iídiche, o finlandês... Era um dicionário vivo. Sabia o significado de todas as palavras. Todas as segundas-feiras, lançava um desafio. Qualquer pessoa se podia inscrever e aquela que fosse selecionada podia perguntar ao Rei o que quisesse e ele, claro, para tudo tinha uma resposta. Na segunda-feira em que começa este conto, coube a vez a um homem, um tal Fernando. Fernando vinha de uma Cidade onde as calçadas têm desenhos a preto e branco e, à medida que o dia avança, vão mudando de forma. Fernando entrou com o seu fatinho, a sua gravatinha, o seu bigodinho e os seus óculos pequeninos. Da sua pastinha, tirou um caderno onde estavam anotadas as suas dúvidas e perguntas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5003285031382990181?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5003285031382990181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5003285031382990181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5003285031382990181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5003285031382990181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/05/primaver-ler-da-saude-e-faz-crescer.html' title='Primaver a ler dá saúde e faz crescer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPLrE5bPmGc/Tc1qkIm1t4I/AAAAAAAAAt8/bLIjW2KFabg/s72-c/F23_Livro_Saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8555851333992273670</id><published>2011-05-06T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:22:59.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concurso Abre a pestana e começa a ler!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2LvkDYu4PE/TcSCDuUA8xI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZLDhJyaf8TY/s1600/livros_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603746836838937362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2LvkDYu4PE/TcSCDuUA8xI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZLDhJyaf8TY/s400/livros_20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já temos os vencedores do Concurso &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre a pestana e começa a ler!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ó menino bonito,&lt;br /&gt;Se queres crescer e aprender&lt;br /&gt;Vai para a escola, pega nos livros,&lt;br /&gt;Abre a pestana e começa a ler”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JI de Ranholas – 4/5 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Princesas, bruxas, duendes e fadas&lt;br /&gt;andam connosco sempre de mãos dadas.&lt;br /&gt;Não é nada difícil é só aprender:&lt;br /&gt;abre a pestana e começa a ler! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;EB1 da Portela, 2º A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se muita imaginação alguém procurar&lt;br /&gt;Romance e suspense quiser encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Se muita aventura e acção queres ver&lt;br /&gt;Abre a pestana e começa a ler!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6º B, EB 2, 3 D. Fernando II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a vida te deixar ficar mal,&lt;br /&gt;A leitura ajudar-te-á a erguer&lt;br /&gt;Compêndio? Livro? Jornal?&lt;br /&gt;Abre a pestana e começa a ler! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8ºB, EB 2, 3 D. Fernando II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De parabéns estamos todos pela participação e pela qualidade dos trabalhos! E para verem que assim é, vão à plataforma BECRE e leiam todas as quadras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8555851333992273670?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8555851333992273670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8555851333992273670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8555851333992273670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8555851333992273670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/05/concurso-abre-pestana-e-comeca-ler.html' title='Concurso Abre a pestana e começa a ler!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2LvkDYu4PE/TcSCDuUA8xI/AAAAAAAAAts/ZLDhJyaf8TY/s72-c/livros_20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-9152346181885511886</id><published>2011-05-06T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:02:21.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feira do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEcHFoxIvN4/TcOq092-SLI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0uo4RRgK-0U/s1600/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603510188314085554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEcHFoxIvN4/TcOq092-SLI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0uo4RRgK-0U/s400/borboletas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De &lt;strong&gt;3 a 13 de Maio&lt;/strong&gt; há &lt;strong&gt;Feira do Livro&lt;/strong&gt; na BECRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance, aventura, mistério, ficção... novidades a não perder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abre a pestana e começa&lt;/em&gt; (se ainda não começaste) &lt;em&gt;a ler!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos por ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-9152346181885511886?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/9152346181885511886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=9152346181885511886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/9152346181885511886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/9152346181885511886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/05/feira-do-livro.html' title='Feira do Livro'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YEcHFoxIvN4/TcOq092-SLI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0uo4RRgK-0U/s72-c/borboletas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-3744688027209528446</id><published>2011-04-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:45:21.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RG-mCyEJcsw/Tbs_KIo0c-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Yu4EnQ8g5VI/s1600/m%25C3%25A3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601140004915278818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RG-mCyEJcsw/Tbs_KIo0c-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Yu4EnQ8g5VI/s400/m%25C3%25A3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que Deus permite&lt;br /&gt;que as mães vão-se embora?&lt;br /&gt;Mãe não tem limite,&lt;br /&gt;é tempo sem hora,&lt;br /&gt;luz que não apaga&lt;br /&gt;quando sopra o vento&lt;br /&gt;e chuva desaba&lt;br /&gt;veludo escondido&lt;br /&gt;na pele enrugada,&lt;br /&gt;água pura, ar puro,&lt;br /&gt;puro pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Morrer acontece&lt;br /&gt;com o que é breve e passa&lt;br /&gt;sem deixar vestígio.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, na sua graça,&lt;br /&gt;é eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Por que Deus se lembra&lt;br /&gt;— mistério profundo —&lt;br /&gt;de tirá-la um dia?&lt;br /&gt;Fosse eu Rei do Mundo,&lt;br /&gt;baixava uma lei:&lt;br /&gt;Mãe não morre nunca,&lt;br /&gt;mãe ficará sempre&lt;br /&gt;junto de seu filho&lt;br /&gt;e ele, velho embora,&lt;br /&gt;será pequenino&lt;br /&gt;feito grão de milho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-3744688027209528446?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3744688027209528446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=3744688027209528446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3744688027209528446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3744688027209528446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/mae.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RG-mCyEJcsw/Tbs_KIo0c-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Yu4EnQ8g5VI/s72-c/m%25C3%25A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1680084547199422041</id><published>2011-04-23T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T11:17:34.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzsMCMICUNY/TbMQIHN85PI/AAAAAAAAAs8/j1kxOjH2pFE/s1600/diamundialdolivro2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598836493314221298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzsMCMICUNY/TbMQIHN85PI/AAAAAAAAAs8/j1kxOjH2pFE/s400/diamundialdolivro2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia Mundial do Livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é comemorado, desde 1996 e por decisão da UNESCO, a 23 de Abril. Trata-se de uma data simbólica para a literatura, já que, segundo os vários calendários, neste dia desapareceram escritores como Cervantes e Shakespeare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A ideia da comemoração teve origem na Catalunha: a 23 de Abril, dia de São Jorge, uma rosa é oferecida a quem comprar um livro. Mais recentemente, a troca de uma rosa por um livro tornou-se uma tradição em vários países do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Acredito que a vida de um livro enquanto está nas mãos do autor não é mais importante do que quando está nas mãos do leitor. O leitor é quase sempre um autor ele próprio. É ele que dá significado às palavras e por isso até acho muito interessante quando as pessoas me vêm apontar coisas que não eram minha intenção, mas que de facto estão lá. E há muitas outras coisas que foram minhas intenções e que nunca ninguém me referiu, e no entanto também lá estão. Se calhar alguém reparou nelas ou ainda vai reparar. Tudo o que um leitor leia num livro é legítimo porque nessa fase o leitor é tudo, é ele que faz o livro."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;José Luís Peixoto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1680084547199422041?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1680084547199422041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1680084547199422041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1680084547199422041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1680084547199422041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/dia-internacional-do-livro.html' title='Dia Internacional do Livro'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzsMCMICUNY/TbMQIHN85PI/AAAAAAAAAs8/j1kxOjH2pFE/s72-c/diamundialdolivro2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5595843971331998502</id><published>2011-04-20T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T03:42:01.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 - Ano Internacional das Florestas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Curta-metragem oficial do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ano Internacional das Florestas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;produzida pelo fotógrafo Yan Arthus-Bertrand, fundador da &lt;em&gt;GoodPlanet&lt;/em&gt; e autor do premiado documentário &lt;em&gt;Home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-HSaAlPRN-c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5595843971331998502?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5595843971331998502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5595843971331998502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5595843971331998502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5595843971331998502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/20110-ano-internacional-das-florestas.html' title='2011 - Ano Internacional das Florestas'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-HSaAlPRN-c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1031458957284061041</id><published>2011-04-14T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T03:47:45.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferias a ler ...dá saúde e faz crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyRK43uJKrA/TabPoTV8EsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZYcxCncntkA/s1600/lidia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595387878348427970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyRK43uJKrA/TabPoTV8EsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZYcxCncntkA/s400/lidia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E para os mais crescidos... &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A acção do romance decorre no final dos anos 80 do século XX e invoca o tema da força da idolatria e a construção do êxito, visto a partir do interior de um grupo, narrado 21 anos mais tarde, na forma de um monólogo.&lt;br /&gt;Como é habitual na obra da autora, a questão social é relevante - a força do todo e a aniquilação do indivíduo perante o colectivo são temas presentes neste livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Noite das Mulheres Cantoras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de Lídia Jorge&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; propõe a quem o lê a história de seis figuras que passam a vive&lt;em&gt;r &lt;/em&gt;para sempre no nosso imaginário. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1031458957284061041?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1031458957284061041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1031458957284061041' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1031458957284061041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1031458957284061041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/ferias-ler-da-saude-e-faz-crescer_8921.html' title='Ferias a ler ...dá saúde e faz crescer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyRK43uJKrA/TabPoTV8EsI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZYcxCncntkA/s72-c/lidia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8671771602573679569</id><published>2011-04-14T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T03:38:35.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias a ler... dá saúde e faz crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfhvtpWSwAc/TabOIc0X76I/AAAAAAAAAss/UiwXUkK1zIk/s1600/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595386231624560546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfhvtpWSwAc/TabOIc0X76I/AAAAAAAAAss/UiwXUkK1zIk/s400/banana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma sugestão de leitura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Greg não está na escola, pois chegaram as férias.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente se diverte na rua. Mas onde está o Greg Heffley?&lt;br /&gt;Enfiado em casa, a jogar videojogos, com as cortinas fechadas.&lt;br /&gt;O Greg é assumidamente um «jovem caseiro» e está a viver as férias de sonho: sem regras e sem responsabilidades. Mas para a mãe dele as férias ideais incluem muitas actividades ao ar livre e a «união da família».&lt;br /&gt;Qual deles conseguirá impor a sua opinião? Ou irá a chegada de um novo elemento à família Heffley mudar tudo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8671771602573679569?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8671771602573679569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8671771602573679569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8671771602573679569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8671771602573679569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/ferias-ler-da-saude-e-faz-crescer_14.html' title='Férias a ler... dá saúde e faz crescer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfhvtpWSwAc/TabOIc0X76I/AAAAAAAAAss/UiwXUkK1zIk/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5670112531704931392</id><published>2011-04-14T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T03:32:26.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias a ler... dá saúde e faz crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I81rVEO-_kM/TabL_MAk3RI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1K93hcCNdNo/s1600/lulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595383873470258450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I81rVEO-_kM/TabL_MAk3RI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1K93hcCNdNo/s400/lulu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era uma vez uma menina chamada Lulu e a Lulu era uma seca. Não era uma seca para comer. Não era uma seca para vestir. Era uma seca - uma grande seca - para tudo. Lulu era filha única e os pais davam-lhe tudo o que ela queria. E Lulu queria TUDO. Toneladas de guloseimas.Toneladas de brinquedos. Toneladas de horas de desenhos animados. E se o pai e a mãe lhe dissessem (e raramente diziam), "Desculpa, querida, mas agora já chega", Lulu guinchava até que as lâmpadas explodissem, atirava-se para o chão e esbracejava e ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lulu e o Brontossauro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Judith Viorst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma sugestão de leitura para os mais pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5670112531704931392?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5670112531704931392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5670112531704931392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5670112531704931392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5670112531704931392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/ferias-ler-da-saude-e-faz-crescer.html' title='Férias a ler... dá saúde e faz crescer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I81rVEO-_kM/TabL_MAk3RI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1K93hcCNdNo/s72-c/lulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1462574543675460383</id><published>2011-04-07T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T07:19:33.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A catar leitores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIMzCNmJ93s/TZ3Aps6m8MI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lvnQQ8wyjr4/s1600/cata%2Blivros.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592838134928175298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIMzCNmJ93s/TZ3Aps6m8MI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lvnQQ8wyjr4/s400/cata%2Blivros.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASA DA LEITURA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lançou no dia 5 de Abril o seu novo projecto, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CATA LIVROS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Destinado a jovens leitores, tem por objectivo usar a internet para os aproximar de um conjunto de títulos essenciais da literatura para infância e juventude, com destaque para a produção nacional, num modelo que, sem perder rigor científico, assenta no carácter lúdico e interactivo das narrativas e desafios propostos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Espreitem já! &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.catalivros.org/"&gt;http://www.catalivros.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1462574543675460383?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1462574543675460383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1462574543675460383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1462574543675460383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1462574543675460383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/catar-leitores.html' title='A catar leitores'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIMzCNmJ93s/TZ3Aps6m8MI/AAAAAAAAAsc/lvnQQ8wyjr4/s72-c/cata%2Blivros.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-112897791037525823</id><published>2011-04-04T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:20:41.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O livro recorda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coube este ano a &lt;strong&gt;Aino Pervik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; a mensagem para o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia Internacional do Livro Infantil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nascida em 1932, na Estónia, Pervik publicou cerca de meia centena de livros para crianças, a par de poesia e narrativas para adultos. Distinguida com vários e prestigiosos prémios e traduzida em diversas línguas, algumas das suas obras têm sido adaptadas ao teatro e ao cinema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O livro recorda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Quando Arno e o seu pai chegaram à escola, as aulas já tinham começado.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No meu país, a Estónia, quase toda a gente conhece esta frase de cor. É a primeira linha de um livro intitulado Primavera. Publicado em 1912, é da autoria do escritor estónio Oskar Luts (1887-1953). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primavera narra a vida de crianças que frequentavam uma escola rural na Estónia, em finais do século XIX. O Autor escrevia sobre a sua própria infância e Arno, na verdade, era o próprio Oskar Luts na sua meninice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os investigadores estudam documentos antigos e, com base neles, escrevem livros de História. Os livros de História relatam eventos que aconteceram, mas é claro que esses livros nunca contam como eram de facto as vidas das pessoas comuns em certa época. Os livros de histórias, por seu lado, recordam coisas que não é possível encontrar nos velhos documentos. Podem contar-nos, por exemplo, o que é que um rapaz como Arno pensava quando foi para a escola há cem anos, ou quais os sonhos das crianças dessa época, que medos tinham e o que as fazia felizes. O livro também recorda os pais dessas crianças, como queriam ser e que futuro desejavam para os seus filhos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claro que hoje podemos escrever livros sobre os velhos tempos, e esses livros são, muitas vezes, apaixonantes. Mas um escritor actual não pode realmente conhecer os sabores e os cheiros, os medos e as alegrias de um passado distante. O escritor de hoje já sabe o que aconteceu depois e o que o futuro reservava à gente de então. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O livro recorda o tempo em que foi escrito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A partir dos livros de Charles Dickens, ficamos a saber como era realmente a vida de um rapazinho nas ruas de Londres, em meados do século XIX, no tempo de Oliver Twist. Através dos olhos de David Copperfield (coincidentes com o olhar de Dickens nessa época), vemos todo o tipo de personagens que ao tempo viviam na Inglaterra – que relações tinham, e como os seus pensamentos e sentimentos influenciaram tais relações. Porque David Copperfield era de facto, em muitos aspectos, o próprio Charles Dickens; Dickens não precisava de inventar nada, ele pura e simplesmente conhecia aquilo que contava. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São os livros que nos permitem saber o que realmente sentiam Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn e o seu amigo Jim nas viagens pelo Mississipi em finais do século XIX, quando Mark Twain escreveu as suas aventuras. Ele conhecia profundamente o que as pessoas do seu tempo pensavam sobre as demais, porque ele próprio vivia entre elas. Era uma delas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas obras literárias, os relatos mais verosímeis sobre gente do passado são os que foram escritos à época em que essa mesma gente vivia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O livro recorda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E nós recordamos, vivemos, revivemos com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;. .................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-112897791037525823?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/112897791037525823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=112897791037525823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/112897791037525823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/112897791037525823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-livro-recorda.html' title='O livro recorda'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-250511454571344022</id><published>2011-03-30T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T05:37:25.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geração à Rasca - A Nossa Culpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De Mia Couto um texto (longo, mas que vale a pena ler) duro porque verdadeiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Existe uma geração à rasca?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Existe mais do que uma! Certamente! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está à rasca a geração dos pais que educaram os seus meninos numa abastança caprichosa, protegendo-os de dificuldades e escondendo-lhes as agruras da vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está à rasca a geração dos filhos que nunca foram ensinados a lidar com frustrações. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ironia de tudo isto é que os jovens que agora se dizem (e também estão) à rasca são os que mais tiveram tudo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca nenhuma geração foi, como esta, tão privilegiada na sua infância e na sua adolescência. E nunca a sociedade exigiu tão pouco aos seus jovens como lhes tem sido exigido nos últimos anos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deslumbradas com a melhoria significativa das condições de vida, a minha geração e as seguintes (actualmente entre os 30 e os 50 anos) vingaram-se das dificuldades em que foram criadas, no antes ou no pós 1974, e quiseram dar aos seus filhos o melhor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ansiosos por sublimar as suas próprias frustrações, os pais investiram nos seus descendentes: proporcionaram-lhes os estudos que fazem deles a geração mais qualificada de sempre (já lá vamos...), mas também lhes deram uma vida desafogada, mimos e mordomias, entradas nos locais de diversão, cartas de condução e 1º automóvel, depósitos de combustível cheios, dinheiro no bolso para que nada lhes faltasse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo quando as expectativas de primeiro emprego saíram goradas, a família continuou presente, a garantir aos filhos cama, mesa e roupa lavada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Durante anos, acreditaram estes pais e estas mães estar a fazer o melhor; o dinheiro ia chegando para comprar (quase) tudo, quantas vezes em substituição de princípios e de uma educação para a qual não havia tempo, já que ele era todo para o trabalho, garante do ordenado com que se compra (quase) tudo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E éramos (quase) todos felizes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois, veio a crise, o aumento do custo de vida, o desemprego, ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vaquinha emagreceu, feneceu, secou. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi então que os pais ficaram à rasca. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os pais à rasca não vão a um concerto, mas os seus rebentos enchem Pavilhões Atlânticos e festivais de música e bares e discotecas onde não se entra à borla nem se consome fiado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os pais à rasca deixaram de ir ao restaurante, para poderem continuar a pagar restaurante aos filhos, num país onde uma festa de aniversário de adolescente que se preza é no restaurante e vedada a pais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São pais que contam os cêntimos para pagar à rasca as contas da água e da luz e do resto, e que abdicam dos seus pequenos prazeres para que os filhos não prescindam da internet de banda larga a alta velocidade, nem dos qualquer coisa phones ou pads, sempre de última geração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São estes pais mesmo à rasca, que já não aguentam, que começam a ter de dizer "não". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um "não" que nunca ensinaram os filhos a ouvir, e que por isso eles não suportam, nem compreendem, porque eles têm direitos, porque eles têm necessidades, porque eles têm expectativas, porque lhes disseram que eles são muito bons e eles querem, e querem, querem o que já ninguém lhes pode dar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sociedade colhe assim hoje os frutos do que semeou durante pelo menos duas décadas. Eis agora uma geração de pais impotentes e frustrados. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis agora uma geração jovem altamente qualificada, que andou muito por escolas e universidades mas que estudou pouco e que aprendeu e sabe na proporção do que estudou. Uma geração que colecciona diplomas com que o país lhes alimenta o ego insuflado, mas que são uma ilusão, pois correspondem a pouco conhecimento teórico e a duvidosa capacidade operacional. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis uma geração que vai a toda a parte, mas que não sabe estar em sítio nenhum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma geração que tem acesso a informação sem que isso signifique que é informada; uma geração dotada de trôpegas competências de leitura e interpretação da realidade em que se insere. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis uma geração habituada a comunicar por abreviaturas e frustrada por não poder abreviar do mesmo modo o caminho para o sucesso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma geração que deseja saltar as etapas da ascensão social à mesma velocidade que queimou etapas de crescimento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma geração que distingue mal a diferença entre emprego e trabalho, ambicionando mais aquele do que este, num tempo em que nem um nem outro abundam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis uma geração que, de repente, se apercebeu que não manda no mundo como mandou nos pais e que agora quer ditar regras à sociedade como as foi ditando à escola, alarvemente e sem maneiras. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis uma geração tão habituada ao muito e ao supérfluo que o pouco não lhe chega e o acessório se lhe tornou indispensável. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis uma geração consumista, insaciável e completamente desorientada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eis uma geração preparadinha para ser arrastada, para servir de montada a quem é exímio na arte de cavalgar demagogicamente sobre o desespero alheio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há talento e cultura e capacidade e competência e solidariedade e inteligência nesta geração? Claro que há. Conheço uns bons e valentes punhados de exemplos! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os jovens que detêm estas capacidades-características não encaixam no retrato colectivo, pouco se identificam com os seus contemporâneos, e nem são esses que se queixam assim (embora estejam à rasca, como todos nós). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chego a ter a impressão de que, se alguns jovens mais inflamados pudessem, atirariam ao tapete os seus contemporâneos que trabalham bem, os que são empreendedores, os que conseguem bons resultados académicos, porque, que inveja!, que chatice!, são betinhos, cromos que só estorvam os outros (como se viu no último Prós e Contras) e, oh, injustiça!, já estão a ser capazes de abarbatar bons ordenados e a subir na vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nós, os mais velhos, estaremos em vias de ser caçados à entrada dos nossos locais de trabalho, para deixarmos livres os invejados lugares a que alguns acham ter direito e que pelos vistos - e a acreditar no que ultimamente ouvimos de algumas almas - ocupamos injusta, imerecida e indevidamente?!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Novos e velhos, todos estamos à rasca. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar do tom desta minha prosa, o que eu tenho mesmo é pena destes jovens. Tudo o que atrás escrevi serve apenas para demonstrar a minha firme convicção de que a culpa não é deles. A culpa de tudo isto é nossa, que não soubemos formar nem educar, nem fazer melhor, mas é uma culpa que morre solteira, porque é de todos, e a sociedade não consegue, não quer, não pode assumi-la. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curiosamente, não é desta culpa maior que os jovens agora nos acusam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haverá mais triste prova do nosso falhanço?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mia Couto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-250511454571344022?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/250511454571344022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8253895330033069283</id><published>2011-03-24T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T05:34:36.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lille</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;À maravilhosa música de Lisa Hannigan , Lille, junta-se este extraordinário vídeo em que a história é contada em imagens de dois livros pop up da autoria de Jamie Hannigan e da ilustradora Maeve Clancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fyXmp-FiPJo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579783234702749442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqOR27aHymg/TW9fSfwjLwI/AAAAAAAAAr4/4UAx6AIKBxA/s400/metade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um poema lindíssimo que descobri recentemente e que quero partilhar convosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Metade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho não me impeça de ver o que anseio.&lt;br /&gt;Que a morte de tudo em que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que a música que eu ouço ao longe seja linda, ainda que triste.&lt;br /&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja sempre amada, mesmo que distante.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida e a outra metade é saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo não sejam ouvidas como prece nem repetidas com fervor,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas respeitadas como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu ouço, mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço.&lt;br /&gt;Que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro seja um dia recompensada.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso e a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste, que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;br /&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto o doce sorriso que eu me lembro de ter dado na infância.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui, a outra metade eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria para me fazer aquietar o espírito.&lt;br /&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo, mas a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta, mesmo que ela não saiba.&lt;br /&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar porque é preciso simplicidade para fazê-la florescer.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é platéia e a outra metade, a canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E que minha loucura seja perdoada.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor e a outra metade... também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;......................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6984731632629329874?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6984731632629329874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6984731632629329874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6984731632629329874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6984731632629329874'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jyTWLAg6wU/TWaY2ehN4wI/AAAAAAAAArw/UKMVPX1XPEA/s1600/amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577313250217681666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jyTWLAg6wU/TWaY2ehN4wI/AAAAAAAAArw/UKMVPX1XPEA/s400/amantes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Livro dos Amantes, Grandes Histórias de Amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de José Jorge Letria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos grandes amores, existe sempre alguma coisa que os faz vencer as barreiras do tempo e do espaço. É assim que se eternizam e se tornam universais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adão e Eva&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Pedro I&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Inês de Castro&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Napoleão &lt;/em&gt;e &lt;em&gt;Josefina&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Almeida Garrett&lt;/em&gt; e a &lt;em&gt;viscondessa da Luz&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;John Lennon&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Yoko Ono&lt;/em&gt;, ... são alguns dos pares cujos amores são narrados nesta obra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4236439211782178697?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4236439211782178697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tristão e Isolda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E o filtro de Amor que os uniu, de Alessandra Cimatoribus; ilustração de Alessandra Cimatoribus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Citações e Pensamentos de Florbela Espanca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;de Florbela Espanca, Paulo Neves da Silva &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Tempo dos Amores Perfeitos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Tiago Rebelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cartas De Amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;de Pablo Neruda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E muitas outras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;E agora um poema de Carlos Drummond de Andrade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Balada do Amor através das Idades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu te gosto, você me gosta&lt;br /&gt;desde tempos imemoriais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu era grego, você troiana,&lt;br /&gt;troiana mas não Helena.&lt;br /&gt;Saí do cavalo de pau&lt;br /&gt;para matar seu irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Matei, brigámos, morremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virei soldado romano,&lt;br /&gt;perseguidor de cristãos.&lt;br /&gt;Na porta da catacumba&lt;br /&gt;encontrei-te novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando vi você nua&lt;br /&gt;caída na areia do circo&lt;br /&gt;e o leão que vinha vindo,&lt;br /&gt;dei um pulo desesperado&lt;br /&gt;e o leão comeu nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois fui pirata mouro,&lt;br /&gt;flagelo da Tripolitânia.&lt;br /&gt;Toquei fogo na fragata&lt;br /&gt;onde você se escondia&lt;br /&gt;da fúria de meu bergantim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando ia te pegar&lt;br /&gt;e te fazer minha escrava,&lt;br /&gt;você fez o sinal-da-cruz&lt;br /&gt;e rasgou o peito a punhal...&lt;br /&gt;Me suicidei também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois (tempos mais amenos)&lt;br /&gt;fui cortesão de Versailles,&lt;br /&gt;espirituoso e devasso.&lt;br /&gt;Você cismou de ser freira...&lt;br /&gt;Pulei muro de convento&lt;br /&gt;mas complicações políticas&lt;br /&gt;nos levaram à guilhotina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou moço moderno,&lt;br /&gt;remo, pulo, danço, boxo,&lt;br /&gt;tenho dinheiro no banco.&lt;br /&gt;Você é uma loura notável,&lt;br /&gt;boxa, dança, pula, rema.&lt;br /&gt;Seu pai é que não faz gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois de mil peripécias,&lt;br /&gt;eu, herói da Paramount,&lt;br /&gt;te abraço, beijo e casamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5022070014867276870?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5022070014867276870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5022070014867276870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5022070014867276870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566816810653284530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TUFOZSCpeLI/AAAAAAAAApk/Evg-4kMhM-E/s400/peut_etre.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma obra de Ghislaine Roman para os mais pequenos (e também para os grandes que ainda se deixam encantar com as pequenas, pequeníssimas, "coisas")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peut-être &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peut-être que les clowns ont de grandes chaussures&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’ils ont de grands pieds.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que la nuit est noire&lt;br /&gt;pour qu’on ne la confonde pas avec le jour.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les abeilles font du miel&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’elles ne savent pas faire du chocolat.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les moutons portent de la laine&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’ils sont allergiques au coton.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les dragons crachent du feu&lt;br /&gt;parce que, s’ils crachaient de l’eau, on les prendrait pour des pompiers.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les vaches sont noires et blanches&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’elles n’ont pas réussi à choisir.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les kangourous ont des poches&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’ils n’aiment pas les sacs à main.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les zèbres sont rayés&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’ils n’aiment pas les carreaux.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les chenilles se transforment en papillons&lt;br /&gt;parce que c’est plus simple que de se transformer en licornes.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les sorcières chevauchent des balais&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’elles n’ont jamais entendu parler des aspirateurs.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les éléphants montent sur les tabourets&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’ils ont peur des souris.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les chameaux ont deux bosses&lt;br /&gt;pour rendre les dromadaires jaloux.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les lions sont mal coiffés&lt;br /&gt;parce qu’ils font peur aux coiffeurs.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être qu’on dit « barbe à papa »&lt;br /&gt;parce que ça fait plus jeune que de dire « barbe à papy »&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que les dinosaures n’ont pas disparu&lt;br /&gt;mais qu’ils sont les meilleurs à cache- cache.&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être qu’il faut terminer les livres&lt;br /&gt;pour le plaisir de les recommencer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8571168468692290700?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8571168468692290700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8571168468692290700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8277475881990393362</id><published>2011-01-20T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T04:57:27.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler...escrever...é isto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TTgs7xJlrPI/AAAAAAAAApc/kBHZLEGTH_A/s1600/madassa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564246744933706994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TTgs7xJlrPI/AAAAAAAAApc/kBHZLEGTH_A/s400/madassa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madassa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, u&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ma obra de Michel Séonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E aqui fica um excerto para aguçar o apetite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Madassa não sabia ler nem escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Madassa tinha a idade que as crianças têm quando sabem ler e escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Mas Madassa não sabia ler nem escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na cabeça de Madassa não havia lugar para palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na cabeça de Madassa habitava apenas o medo, escuro e negro, causado pelos barulhos da guerra, e pelos mortos, muitos mortos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Na cabeça de Madassa vivia uma raiva imensa cheia de porquês.&lt;br /&gt;Como se as perguntas fossem garras dilacerantes.&lt;br /&gt;Na cabeça de Madassa pairava um nevoeiro de tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Tão espesso que ele não conseguia lembrar-se sequer da cara do irmão ou da irmã, cujo paradeiro ninguém conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Havia dias em que, na cabeça de Madassa, morava a mesma fome que lhe enchia o ventre. A negrura do medo, as garras da raiva, o nevoeiro da tristeza – e, em certos dias, a fome – ocupavam toda a cabeça de Madassa.&lt;br /&gt;Na cabeça de Madassa não havia lugar para as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A professora já não sabia o que fazer para ajudar Madassa.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tinha tempo, lia-lhe histórias que ele sozinho não conseguia ler.&lt;br /&gt;Lia-lhe a história do Pequeno Polegar, que tivera tanto medo na floresta.&lt;br /&gt;E o medo do Polegarzinho passeava pela cabeça de Madassa.&lt;br /&gt;Lia-lhe a história de Martinho, que estava sempre irritado.&lt;br /&gt;E a irritação do rapaz era igual à que existia na cabeça de Madassa.&lt;br /&gt;Lia-lhe a história da Menina dos Fósforos.&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza da Menina chorava na cabeça de Madassa.&lt;br /&gt;A professora contava-lhe também a história de Pedro e a Lua, do menino que queria fazer florir a terra inteira com plumas de pássaro.&lt;br /&gt;E as plumas dançavam na cabeça de Madassa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E, entretanto, o que acontecia na cabeça de Madassa?&lt;br /&gt;O medo do Polegarzinho deixava palavras para exprimir o medo.&lt;br /&gt;A cólera de Martinho deixava palavras para exprimir a cólera.&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza da Menina dos Fósforos deixava palavras para exprimir a tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;A dança das palavras de Pedro e a Lua deixava palavras que davam vontade de dançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Certa manhã, as palavras, fortemente agitadas, não quiseram ficar na cabeça de Madassa.&lt;br /&gt;Então, o menino pegou num caderno, numa caneta, e, embora desajeitadamente, como uma criança que aprende a andar, escreveu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madassa medo&lt;br /&gt;Madassa cólera&lt;br /&gt;Madassa tristeza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Madassa por entre as ervas&lt;br /&gt;Madassa ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Madassa na água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madassa cinzento preto azul&lt;br /&gt;Madassa vermelho amarelo preto&lt;br /&gt;Madassa cinzento amarelo verde &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madassa galo tigre&lt;br /&gt;Madassa sol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;─ Um poema! ─ exclamou a professora. ─ Escreveste um poema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Então escrever é isto!&lt;br /&gt;Pegar nas palavras das histórias e transformá-las nas palavras de Madassa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é preciso ler muitas histórias para ter muitas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Madassa começou a ler.&lt;br /&gt;E a escrever também.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais lia, mais escrevia.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais escrevia, mais vontade tinha de ler.&lt;br /&gt;Era um círculo mágico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Madassa não sabia ler nem escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Mas enchia agora cadernos e mais cadernos.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia escrevesse um livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Madassa escritor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.............................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;Michel Séonnet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8277475881990393362?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559066285908546018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TSXFVXZt0eI/AAAAAAAAApE/StWoz2Rv8V4/s400/contos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A jornalista Maria Inês de Almeida teve a ideia e dezasseis figuras conhecidas da vida política portuguesa aceitaram o desafio de participar, com um conto da sua autoria, neste livro infantil original que conta ainda com belíssimas ilustrações de Manuel Cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Gomes, Ângelo Correia, António Carmona Rodrigues, Edite Estrela, Eduardo Ferro Rodrigues, Jerónimo de Sousa, Joana Amaral Dias, João Soares, José Ribeiro e Castro, Maria de Belém Roseira, Marta Rebelo, Miguel Beleza, Nuno Morais Sarmento, Odete Santos, Paula Teixeira da Cruz e Vitalino Canas são os autores dos contos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TRs1qa7mIWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YDFmbb6dq3U/s1600/2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556093568191701346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TRs1qa7mIWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YDFmbb6dq3U/s400/2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receita de Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cor de arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação como todo o tempo já vivido&lt;br /&gt;(mal vivido ou talvez sem sentido)&lt;br /&gt;para você ganhar um ano&lt;br /&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;br /&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser,&lt;br /&gt;novo&lt;br /&gt;até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;br /&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;br /&gt;novo espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;br /&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia,&lt;br /&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;br /&gt;você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens&lt;br /&gt;(planta recebe mensagens?&lt;br /&gt;passa telegramas?).&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa fazer lista de boas intenções&lt;br /&gt;para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar de arrependido&lt;br /&gt;pelas besteiras consumadas&lt;br /&gt;nem parvamente acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que por decreto da esperança&lt;br /&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem&lt;br /&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;br /&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;br /&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;br /&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um ano-novo&lt;br /&gt;que mereça este nome,&lt;br /&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;tem de fazê-lo de novo, eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;br /&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade &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/3048776785396307640-1078385024717639112?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1078385024717639112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1078385024717639112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1078385024717639112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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perdidas com a nossa cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdrCalO5BDs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdrCalO5BDs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8370566624696785851?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8370566624696785851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;É um menino e é Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Na Páscoa vai morrer, já homem,&lt;br /&gt;Porque entretanto cresceu&lt;br /&gt;E recebeu&lt;br /&gt;A missão singular&lt;br /&gt;De carregar a cruz da nossa redenção.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, nos cueiros da imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;Sorri apenas&lt;br /&gt;A quem vem,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a Mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Também&lt;br /&gt;Imaginada,&lt;br /&gt;Com ele ao colo,&lt;br /&gt;Se enternece&lt;br /&gt;E enternece&lt;br /&gt;Os corações,&lt;br /&gt;Cúmplice do milagre, que acontece&lt;br /&gt;Todos os anos e em todas as nações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Torga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-2559012598109722359?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2559012598109722359/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TRDOwyb85QI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GGHfWx4fg-4/s72-c/arvore_natal.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-3997011882828273753</id><published>2010-12-16T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:10:26.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Livro dos Seres Imaginários</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TQnWD_NyudI/AAAAAAAAAoY/97Het72sHQA/s1600/seres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551203379708082642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TQnWD_NyudI/AAAAAAAAAoY/97Het72sHQA/s400/seres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois dos lugares imaginários...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Livro dos Seres Imaginários&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Jorge Luís Borges,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;contém a descrição de cento e dezasseis monstros que povoaram as mitologias e as religiões. Alguns deles pertencem ao mundo da metafísica e outros são já célebres na invenção humana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A partir dos comentários de autores clássicos, das revelações de místicos e dos sonhos de escritores e poetas, Jorge Luís Borges, com a colaboração de Margarita Guerrero, recria a fauna fantástica e dá, numa viagem pelo tempo, nova vida a relatos esquecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-3997011882828273753?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3997011882828273753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=3997011882828273753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3997011882828273753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3997011882828273753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-livro-dos-seres-imaginarios.html' title='O Livro dos Seres Imaginários'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TQnWD_NyudI/AAAAAAAAAoY/97Het72sHQA/s72-c/seres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8655400773380650316</id><published>2010-12-10T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T04:00:48.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Petit Prince</title><content type='html'>Mais um maravilhoso pop up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxgxtwL_oVs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxgxtwL_oVs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8655400773380650316?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8655400773380650316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8655400773380650316' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8655400773380650316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8655400773380650316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/le-petit-prince.html' title='Le Petit Prince'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-2871734859522638509</id><published>2010-12-08T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:19:06.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dicionário de Lugares Imaginários</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TP-373ypnNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RFUwMtqvDwY/s1600/twilightzone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548355505160297682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TP-373ypnNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RFUwMtqvDwY/s400/twilightzone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Dicionário de Lugares Imaginários&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Alberto Manguel e Gianni Guadalupi, é um guia de viagem por lugares existentes apenas no domínio do imaginário, da ficção. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os autores, Alberto Mangel (argentino-canadense) e Gianni Guadalupi (italiano), não inventarem nada, nada que já não tivesse sido inventado nas obras que deram origem aos lugares. Todos os detalhes foram respeitados, obedecendo escrupulosamente a todas as informações dos seus criadores. Fizeram um extraordinário levantamento de paisagens estranhas e exóticas, de cidades, países, ilhas, paraísos utópicos, mundos subterrâneos, muitos deles cenários de aventuras incríveis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com este dicionário, viajamos pela história da literatura, desde a abadia de &lt;em&gt;O Nome da Rosa&lt;/em&gt; ao &lt;em&gt;País das Maravilhas&lt;/em&gt;, passando por muitos outros locais. Cada verbete é uma pequena obra de ficção inteligente e bem-humorada. Os locais são tratados como se de facto existissem, com descrições detalhadas, fiéis à fonte original. Entre as diversas informações, há a localização geográfica e a história dos lugares, o comportamento de seus habitantes, a flora e a fauna, pontos turísticos e até recomendações gastronómicas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-2871734859522638509?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2871734859522638509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=2871734859522638509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2871734859522638509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2871734859522638509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-dicionario-de-lugares-imaginarios-de.html' title='O Dicionário de Lugares Imaginários'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TP-373ypnNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RFUwMtqvDwY/s72-c/twilightzone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5138892571342408476</id><published>2010-11-23T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T03:14:43.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nataler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOvxZs7YIRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/sq4PM7Wtj8c/s1600/livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542789190268756242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOvxZs7YIRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/sq4PM7Wtj8c/s400/livros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29 de Novembro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 de Dezembro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, entre as 9h 30 e as 17h (nos dias 3 e 6 de Dezembro até às 21h) vai decorrer na BECRE da EB 2, 3 de D. Fernando II a feira do livro &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nataler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 30 de Novembro, entre as 12h e as 14h, teremos connosco José Manuel Mira Pereira Ancião, autor de &lt;em&gt;O Mosteyro de Sancta Martha, Monografia do Antigo Convento/Hospital de Santa Marta de Lisboa,&lt;/em&gt; obra que poderá ser adquirida na &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nataler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, revertendo o dinheiro integralmente para a &lt;em&gt;Liga dos Amigos do Hospital de Santa Marta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não percam! Passem palavra aos familiares e amigos e venham ver e comprar um livro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nataleio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tenho a certeza que tu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;natalês&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ele certamente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;natalê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, claro que nós &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;natalemos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, vós &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nataledes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sem dúvida, eles e elas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;natalêem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... mas haverá alguém que não &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nataleia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5138892571342408476?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5138892571342408476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5138892571342408476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5138892571342408476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5138892571342408476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/nataler.html' title='Nataler'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOvxZs7YIRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/sq4PM7Wtj8c/s72-c/livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-7072040017178601017</id><published>2010-11-18T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T03:57:38.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler para saber!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOUUef2K7fI/AAAAAAAAAoA/u2p3mC6ReO8/s1600/ignorancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540857430726602226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOUUef2K7fI/AAAAAAAAAoA/u2p3mC6ReO8/s400/ignorancia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Livro da Ignorância Sobre o Mundo Animal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de John Mitchinson e John Lloyd, é um safari que nos dá a conhecer uma centena dos mais interessantes elementos do reino animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vamos encontrar os ursos-de-água, que conseguem viver em suspensão durante centenas de anos, o parasita transportado pelo seu gato, vamos surpreender-nos e maravilhar-nos com elefantes que andam em bicos de patas, porcos que brilham no escuro e pica-paus que têm orelhas na ponta da língua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-7072040017178601017?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7072040017178601017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=7072040017178601017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7072040017178601017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7072040017178601017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/ler-para-saber_18.html' title='Ler para saber!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOUUef2K7fI/AAAAAAAAAoA/u2p3mC6ReO8/s72-c/ignorancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-7565345393424832716</id><published>2010-11-16T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T04:15:00.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional para a Tolerância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOJzvAwxC8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/HGRlo4hgTms/s1600/tolerancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540117743114718146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOJzvAwxC8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/HGRlo4hgTms/s400/tolerancia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prece pela tolerância&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é mais aos homens que me dirijo. É a Ti, Deus de todos os seres, de todos os mundos e de todos os tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Que os erros agarrados à nossa natureza não sejam motivo das nossas calamidades.&lt;br /&gt;Tu não nos deste coração para nos odiarmos nem mãos para nos enforcarmos.&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que nos ajudemos mutuamente a suportar o fardo de uma vida penosa e passageira.&lt;br /&gt;Que as pequenas diferenças entre as vestimentas que cobrem os nossos corpos, entre os nossos costumes ridículos, entre as nossas leis imperfeitas e as nossas opiniões insensatas não sejam sinais de ódio e de perseguição.&lt;br /&gt;Que aqueles que acendem velas em pleno dia para Te celebrar, suportem os que se contentam com a luz do sol.&lt;br /&gt;Que os que cobrem as suas roupas com um manto branco para dizer que é preciso amar-Te não detestem os que dizem a mesma coisa sob um manto negro.&lt;br /&gt;Que aqueles que dominam uma pequena parte deste mundo e que possuem algum dinheiro, desfrutem sem orgulho do que chamam poder e riqueza; e que os outros não os vejam com inveja, mesmo porque Tu sabes que não há nessas vaidades nem o que invejar nem do que se orgulhar.&lt;br /&gt;Que eles tenham horror à tirania exercida sobre as almas, como também execrem os que exploram a força do trabalho. Se os flagelos da guerra são inevitáveis, não nos violentemos em nome da paz.&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os homens possam lembrar-se que são irmãos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;...............................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia 16 de Novembro foi instituído pela ONU o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia Internacional para a Tolerância&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na sequência da Declaração de Paris, assinada no dia 12 de Novembro de 1995 por 185 países.&lt;br /&gt;A Declaração da ONU veio reafirmar o esforço internacional do Ano das Nações Unidas para a Tolerância, sublinhando a &lt;em&gt;"fé nos direitos humanos fundamentais e na dignidade e valor da pessoa humana”&lt;/em&gt;. Os signatários comprometeram-se então a poupar as gerações vindouras das guerras por questões culturais, incentivando a prática da tolerância e a convivência pacífica entre os povos.&lt;br /&gt;Recorde-se a Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos que consagra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artigo 18 - Todas as pessoas têm direito à liberdade de pensamento, consciência e religião;&lt;br /&gt;Artigo 19 - Todos têm direito à liberdade de opinião e expressão;&lt;br /&gt;Artigo 26 - A educação deve promover a compreensão, a tolerância e a amizade entre todas as nações, grupos raciais e religiosos (artigo 26). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolerância é uma necessidade em todos os tempos e para todas as raças. Mas tolerância não significa aceitar o que se tolera.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;...............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-7565345393424832716?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7565345393424832716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=7565345393424832716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7565345393424832716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7565345393424832716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-internacional-da-tolerancia.html' title='Dia Internacional para a Tolerância'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TOJzvAwxC8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/HGRlo4hgTms/s72-c/tolerancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-2020477282840798119</id><published>2010-11-12T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:20:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler para saber!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TN0iHkGUdsI/AAAAAAAAAno/9jvOev4tSF0/s1600/livros_ignorancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538620630080190146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TN0iHkGUdsI/AAAAAAAAAno/9jvOev4tSF0/s400/livros_ignorancia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livro da Ignorância Geral,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de John Lloyd e John Mitchinson, coloca a velha questão: o que é verdade e o que é aquilo que, não sendo verdade, assumimos como tal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É u&lt;/span&gt;m livro bem-humorado que fala de todas as ideias erradas, dos equívocos e mal-entendidos da chamada "cultura geral". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se pensam que as rabanadas são de origem portuguesa, que as centopeias têm 100 patas e que a Terra tem apenas uma lua... estão mesmo a precisar deste livro. Urgentemente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uma coisa é certa: este livro faz-nos sentir pequenos, muito pequenos, porque aquilo que não sabemos é sempre mais do que aquilo que julgamos saber!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-2020477282840798119?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2020477282840798119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=2020477282840798119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2020477282840798119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2020477282840798119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/ler-para-saber.html' title='Ler para saber!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TN0iHkGUdsI/AAAAAAAAAno/9jvOev4tSF0/s72-c/livros_ignorancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-6499507981812471012</id><published>2010-11-08T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:30:21.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterna Biblioteca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TNhO4qidQCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Sxpwu5B97hU/s1600/eterna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537262477250478114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TNhO4qidQCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Sxpwu5B97hU/s400/eterna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nos dias 5 e 6 de Novembro, no Palácio Valenças, decorreu mais uma edição, já a 8ª, de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eterna Biblioteca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Encontro de Professores e Educadores do Concelho de Sintra sobre Bibliotecas Escolares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um importante espaço de reflexão e de partilha onde houve conferências, mesas redondas e ateliês , sempre com a biblioteca, as bibliotecas, e o livro, os livros, como mote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao anoitecer do dia 5, foi feita a apresentação de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de José Luís Peixoto, na mágica Quinta da Regaleira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A encerrar este encontro, uma homenagem a Matilde Rosa Araújo em que os alunos da escola EB1/JI da Xutaria (Agrupamento de Escolas Casal da Barota - Belas) disseram e representaram a sua poesia, como poucos o saberiam fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De parabéns está a Divisão de Educação da Câmara Municipal de Sintra pela organização e qualidade da &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eterna Biblioteca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6499507981812471012?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6499507981812471012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6499507981812471012' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6499507981812471012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6499507981812471012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/eterna-biblioteca.html' title='Eterna Biblioteca'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TNhO4qidQCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Sxpwu5B97hU/s72-c/eterna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-800515037262811577</id><published>2010-11-02T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T05:20:59.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler dá saúde e faz crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TNABDn7xBvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YAfnODnlUVI/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534925103809234674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TNABDn7xBvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YAfnODnlUVI/s400/image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A coragem de Tição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é o primeiro livro para a infância de Luís Represas, cantor sobejamente conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesta história, vamos encontrar cavalos-marinhos destemidos, tubarões-gato ferozes, peixes-trompete ruidosos, peixes-anjo protectores e muitos mais animais que habitam o fundo dos oceanos. Mas, acima de tudo, vamos aprender que a amizade e o espírito de entreajuda são o caminho para distribuirmos felicidade pelos que nos rodeiam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;À magia das palavras juntam-se as coloridas e belíssimas imagens de Catarina França. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-800515037262811577?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/800515037262811577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=800515037262811577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/800515037262811577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/800515037262811577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/ler-da-saude-e-faz-crescer.html' title='Ler dá saúde e faz crescer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TNABDn7xBvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YAfnODnlUVI/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8097316115501889745</id><published>2010-10-29T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:27:02.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMq4ZQHN4SI/AAAAAAAAAnI/sGTyufzU8pw/s1600/bolo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533437836139553058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMq4ZQHN4SI/AAAAAAAAAnI/sGTyufzU8pw/s400/bolo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje é dia de festa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O Agrupamento de Escolas de D. Fernando II faz 42 anos e a BECRE festeja o seu 1º aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dizem-nos que o dia está cinzento e chuvoso... E está, mas cá dentro brilha o sol da alegria por mais 365 dias que vivemos em pleno e a certeza que estaremos à altura dos desafios que vão surgir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;agora, desculpem , mas a festa chama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8097316115501889745?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8097316115501889745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8097316115501889745' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8097316115501889745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8097316115501889745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/parabens.html' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMq4ZQHN4SI/AAAAAAAAAnI/sGTyufzU8pw/s72-c/bolo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-7262047121954162184</id><published>2010-10-27T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T04:59:30.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMgSZKDL2AI/AAAAAAAAAmw/rx_eqnxI8eI/s1600/cerebro_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532692365628397570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMgSZKDL2AI/AAAAAAAAAmw/rx_eqnxI8eI/s400/cerebro_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMgSjB2YWkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HNphkX3UaVA/s1600/marte_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532692535225899586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMgSjB2YWkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HNphkX3UaVA/s400/marte_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu quero saber, tu queres saber, ... todos nós queremos saber! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E ficaremos a saber mais com a nova revista &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero Saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Lançada em Setembro, é uma revista mensal,  com um preço acessível (2,99), feita a pensar em “todos os que têm curiosidade em aprender mais sobre o mundo que os rodeia em áreas tão diversas como a ciência, o ambiente, o espaço, os transportes, a tecnologia e a história”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;Vai à BECRE e lê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-7262047121954162184?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7262047121954162184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=7262047121954162184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7262047121954162184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/7262047121954162184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/quero-saber.html' title='Quero saber'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMgSZKDL2AI/AAAAAAAAAmw/rx_eqnxI8eI/s72-c/cerebro_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8442980500160334506</id><published>2010-10-22T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:19:27.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milagrário Pessoal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMFkk345pBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iTfjF5mrlhc/s1600/milagrario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530812402028356626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMFkk345pBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iTfjF5mrlhc/s400/milagrario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milagrário Pessoal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de José Eduardo Agualusa, Iara, jovem linguista portuguesa, faz uma incrível descoberta: alguém, ou alguma coisa, está a subverter a nossa língua, a nível global, de forma insidiosae irremediável. Maravilhada, perplexa e assustada, a jovem procura a ajuda de um professor, um velho anarquista angolano, com um passado sombrio, e os dois partem em busca de uma colecção de misteriosas palavras, que, a acreditar num documento do século XVII, teriam sido roubadas à "língua dos pássaros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um mistério literário em torno da língua portuguesa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8442980500160334506?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8442980500160334506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8442980500160334506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8442980500160334506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8442980500160334506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-milagrario-pessoal-de-jose-eduardo.html' title='Milagrário Pessoal'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TMFkk345pBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iTfjF5mrlhc/s72-c/milagrario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8267671862836840883</id><published>2010-10-20T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T01:06:27.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez...</title><content type='html'>A fórmula mágica que abre a porta da magia, do fantástico, ...&lt;br /&gt;Deliciem-se com estas imagens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 198px; 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WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527837828255696722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TLbTN5Elx1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/GIqycl09JbQ/s400/conferencia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É este o tema na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IV Conferência Internacional do Plano Nacional de Leitura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que se realizará nos dias 15 e 16 de Outubro, na Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian, em Lisboa, e que, a exemplo das anteriores edições, vai ser um espaço e um tempo&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de reflexão e de partilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consultem o programa no &lt;a href="http://www.planonacionaldeleitura.gov.pt/Roteiro/noticia.php?idEvento=603"&gt;site do Plano &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A BECRE vai lá estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4197434934347239680?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4197434934347239680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4197434934347239680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4197434934347239680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4197434934347239680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/ler-no-seculo-xxi-livros-leituras-e.html' title='Ler no Século XXI - Livros, leituras e tecnologias'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TLbTN5Elx1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/GIqycl09JbQ/s72-c/conferencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-644269527779960632</id><published>2010-10-12T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:03:26.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Não sou um santo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TLTMv1xG9kI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rzZJ69FiUT8/s1600/mandela+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527267764949415490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TLTMv1xG9kI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rzZJ69FiUT8/s400/mandela+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diz-nos Nelson Mandela no seu novo livro &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversas comigo mesmo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hoje lançado em todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com prefácio de Barack Obama, esta obra é uma viagem que o líder histórico sul-africano, Prémio Nobel da Paz e ex-Presidente da África do Sul, que &lt;em&gt;Madiba &lt;/em&gt;(como é carinhosamente chamado por muitos) faz ao passado, confessando a sua inquietação por ser visto por muitos como um santo, já que é um homem com «fraquezas" e que cometeu "erros e imprudências" como qualquer outro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversas comigo mesmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reúne registos, cartas e notas redigidas ao longo de décadas por Mandela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não será um santo, mas é certamente um exemplo de vida pela coragem e pela generosidade com que enfrentou a adversidade e acreditou (mais ainda, fez que todos acreditassem) que as "pontes" podiam ser construídas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-644269527779960632?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/644269527779960632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=644269527779960632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/644269527779960632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/644269527779960632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-sou-um-santo.html' title='&quot;Não sou um santo&quot;'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TLTMv1xG9kI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rzZJ69FiUT8/s72-c/mandela+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5685212731621968341</id><published>2010-10-08T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T04:52:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel da Literatura 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TK7W0AZ9dQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XfW1p-YFgsA/s1600/vargas_llosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525589981780604162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TK7W0AZ9dQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XfW1p-YFgsA/s400/vargas_llosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O romancista peruano &lt;strong&gt;Mario Vargas Llosa &lt;/strong&gt;é o vencedor do Nobel da Literatura deste ano, tendo a Academia Sueca destacado "a sua cartografia das estruturas do poder e as suas imagens mordazes da resistência, rebelião e derrota do indivíduo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vargas Llosa, nascido no Peru em 1936, tem nacionalidade espanhola desde 1993. Além de romancista, é jornalista e crítico de arte. O seu trabalho mereceu já vários prémios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vargas Llosa é autor de obras como &lt;em&gt;A tia Júlia e o escrevedor&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Conversa na catedral&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;A guerra do fim do mundo&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Elogio da madrasta,&lt;/em&gt; e o livro de memórias &lt;em&gt;Como peixe na água&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para breve, no próximo mês de Novembro, está previsto o lançamento do romance &lt;em&gt;O Sonho do Celta.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5685212731621968341?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5685212731621968341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5685212731621968341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5685212731621968341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5685212731621968341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/nobel-da-literatua-2010.html' title='Nobel da Literatura 2010'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TK7W0AZ9dQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XfW1p-YFgsA/s72-c/vargas_llosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-3147379264899531264</id><published>2010-10-07T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T07:55:26.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outono a ler...também dá saúde e faz crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TK3eHd4CaDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_1Y6vwWbXiw/s1600/anibaleitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525316537713584178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TK3eHd4CaDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_1Y6vwWbXiw/s400/anibaleitor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Anibaleitor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de Rui Zink, conta a história de um jovem que, fugido à «guarda do reino», embarca numa fantástica viagem em busca de um mítico e fabuloso animal, &lt;em&gt;Anibaleitor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesta magnífica novela, Rui Zink consegue ser, ao mesmo tempo, divertido, didáctico, comovente e, como sempre, estimulante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-3147379264899531264?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3147379264899531264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=3147379264899531264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3147379264899531264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3147379264899531264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-anibaleitor-de-rui-zink-conta.html' title='Outono a ler...também dá saúde e faz crescer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TK3eHd4CaDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_1Y6vwWbXiw/s72-c/anibaleitor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-3431082130136110406</id><published>2010-10-01T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:42:12.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outubro - Mês Internacional da Biblioteca Escolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TKYOfvfIS6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/zIjuUFO-hsQ/s1600/be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523117931502259106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TKYOfvfIS6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/zIjuUFO-hsQ/s400/be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segundo os princípios estabelecidos pela &lt;em&gt;International Association of School Librarianship&lt;/em&gt; (IASL), o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mês Internacional da Biblioteca Escolar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; permitirá aos responsáveis pelas bibliotecas escolares, em todo o mundo, escolher um dia, em Outubro, que melhor se adeque à sua situação de forma a celebrar a importância das bibliotecas escolares... ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Gabinete da Rede de Bibliotecas Escolares decidiu declarar o dia 25 de Outubro como o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia da Biblioteca Escolar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, este ano dedicado ao tema &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diversidade, Desafio, Mudança, tudo isto na Biblioteca Escolar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como a nossa BECRE celebra o seu primeiro aniversário no dia 29 de Outubro, Dia do Agrupamento de Escolas de D. Fernando II, esse será um dia especial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-3431082130136110406?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3431082130136110406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=3431082130136110406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3431082130136110406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/3431082130136110406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/outubro-mes-internacional-da-biblioteca.html' title='Outubro - Mês Internacional da Biblioteca Escolar'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TKYOfvfIS6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/zIjuUFO-hsQ/s72-c/be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-4527386342000569592</id><published>2010-09-23T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:26:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becrianos caloiros</title><content type='html'>Foi assim que recebemos em grande estilo os novos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Becrianos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1uvvfzrqhw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1uvvfzrqhw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4527386342000569592?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4527386342000569592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4527386342000569592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4527386342000569592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4527386342000569592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/becrianos-caloiros.html' title='Becrianos caloiros'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-2220562395200523110</id><published>2010-09-22T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:52:16.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Europeu sem Carros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TJnCWHOSb2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/RsrqwinI-cs/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519656503471140706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TJnCWHOSb2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/RsrqwinI-cs/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sabiam que...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após o sucesso do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia Europeu sem Carros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (DESC), em 2000 e 2001, foi lançada em 2002 a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semana Europeia da Mobilidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (SEM), mais concretamente a 19 de Abril, durante a &lt;em&gt;Semana Verde&lt;/em&gt;, em Bruxelas, pela Comissária para o Ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, anualmente e de 16 a 22 de Setembro, os cidadãos europeus têm a oportunidade de gozar uma semana inteira de actividades dedicadas à mobilidade sustentável, com o objectivo de se facilitar um debate alargado sobre a necessidade da mudança de comportamentos relativamente à mobilidade, em particular no que toca à utilização do automóvel particular.&lt;br /&gt;A campanha DESC surgiu na sequência de uma directiva europeia relacionada com a qualidade do ar das nossas cidades. Tendo em conta os crescentes problemas relacionados com o uso do automóvel, vários países da União Europeia, incluindo Portugal, lançaram esta iniciativa pela primeira vez à escala europeia em 22 de Setembro de 2000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-2220562395200523110?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2220562395200523110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=2220562395200523110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2220562395200523110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2220562395200523110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/dia-europeu-sem-carros.html' title='Dia Europeu sem Carros'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TJnCWHOSb2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/RsrqwinI-cs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-396341282169074816</id><published>2010-09-17T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T05:27:51.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becrianos a ler!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K12F4odJ6yY/TJNdqIXcthI/AAAAAAAAANA/aYk1i3-x16E/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517856946840712722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K12F4odJ6yY/TJNdqIXcthI/AAAAAAAAANA/aYk1i3-x16E/s200/image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As palavras não são todas iguais. Há palavras magrinhas e barrigudas e todas elas se distinguem pela sua acentuação. Nestas pequenas histórias e poemas, as palavras ganham vida e brincam umas com as outras, participando num jogo feito de monossílabos e polissílabos, de tils e acentos circunflexos, de palavras agudas, graves e esdrúxulas, que, afinal, é o jogo da nossa língua!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esdrúxulas, graves e agudas, magrinhas e barrigudas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de José Fanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-396341282169074816?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/396341282169074816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=396341282169074816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/396341282169074816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/396341282169074816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-palavras-nao-sao-todas-iguais.html' title='Becrianos a ler!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K12F4odJ6yY/TJNdqIXcthI/AAAAAAAAANA/aYk1i3-x16E/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-6664711294350892225</id><published>2010-09-13T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T05:39:20.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que saudades!</title><content type='html'>Se a BECRE podia viver … sem vocês?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Claro que não podia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;............................&lt;/span&gt;Quem nos acompanharia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;..........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quem &lt;/span&gt;nos encorajaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;........................................................&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nos desafiaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom saber que estão de volta!&lt;br /&gt;É bom saber que há novos "becrianos"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a BECRE podia viver … sem vocês?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Claro que não podia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um óptimo 2010-2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1_uK9Kg35E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1_uK9Kg35E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6664711294350892225?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6664711294350892225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6664711294350892225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6664711294350892225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6664711294350892225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-saudades-dos-amigos.html' title='Que saudades!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-8034333423907588358</id><published>2010-09-07T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T04:39:50.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It' a book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x4BK_2VULCU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x4BK_2VULCU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-8034333423907588358?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8034333423907588358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=8034333423907588358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8034333423907588358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/8034333423907588358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-book.html' title='It&apos; a book!'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-4153025845091019114</id><published>2010-09-04T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:58:10.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão a ler dá saúde e faz crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TIKjsc8AzcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/i7MFUbQELLY/s1600/CAOH2KKRCADELMRGCA5D81R0CAW6N8UACAR93FYPCA5ALPN8CAFG4058CA4HYSN2CA94DVW9CAFD58BDCAFXIYXYCAW1P19JCA448SK9CAVL7TR7CARTVY3ACASEBGXXCA2MZFBOCATGBES1CAH7Y2WE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513148877932383682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TIKjsc8AzcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/i7MFUbQELLY/s400/CAOH2KKRCADELMRGCA5D81R0CAW6N8UACAR93FYPCA5ALPN8CAFG4058CA4HYSN2CA94DVW9CAFD58BDCAFXIYXYCAW1P19JCA448SK9CAVL7TR7CARTVY3ACASEBGXXCA2MZFBOCATGBES1CAH7Y2WE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A saga da emigração portuguesa para França, contada por José Luís Peixoto através de uma galeria de personagens inesquecíveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre uma vila do interior de Portugal e Paris, entre a cultura popular e as mais altas referências da literatura universal, revelam-se os sinais de um passado que levou milhares de portugueses à procura de melhores condições. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de José Luís Peixoto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4153025845091019114?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4153025845091019114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4153025845091019114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4153025845091019114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4153025845091019114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/verao-ler-da-saude-e-faz-crescer.html' title='Verão a ler dá saúde e faz crescer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TIKjsc8AzcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/i7MFUbQELLY/s72-c/CAOH2KKRCADELMRGCA5D81R0CAW6N8UACAR93FYPCA5ALPN8CAFG4058CA4HYSN2CA94DVW9CAFD58BDCAFXIYXYCAW1P19JCA448SK9CAVL7TR7CARTVY3ACASEBGXXCA2MZFBOCATGBES1CAH7Y2WE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-4060428121802337838</id><published>2010-09-01T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T06:56:06.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler para conhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TH5aUqMGVeI/AAAAAAAAAlI/OfwQh2tNyjc/s1600/se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511942304916985314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TH5aUqMGVeI/AAAAAAAAAlI/OfwQh2tNyjc/s400/se.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se Eu Fosse... Nacionalidades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de Francisco José Viegas, faz-nos descobrir a vida que &lt;em&gt;Lio &lt;/em&gt;teria se fosse japonês, brasileiro, norueguês ou italiano.&lt;br /&gt;Ilustrado a quatro cores, oferece às crianças, a partir dos 5 anos, a oportunidade de conhecer a realidade gastronómica, linguística e patrimonial de diferentes países.&lt;br /&gt;Humorada, lúdica e didáctica, é uma obra para ser lida com os pais e descobrir, em cada país, aquele pormenor, contribuindo para a construção da memória referencial das crianças relativamente às diferentes nacionalidades do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4060428121802337838?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4060428121802337838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4060428121802337838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4060428121802337838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4060428121802337838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-eu-fosse-nacionalidades.html' title='Ler para conhecer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TH5aUqMGVeI/AAAAAAAAAlI/OfwQh2tNyjc/s72-c/se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-6771470013492258830</id><published>2010-08-25T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:38:04.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémio Iberoamericano SM de Literatura Infantil e Juvenil 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/THVTsLxQCgI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3MCLUsGasqI/s1600/foto_luisa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509401737696381442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/THVTsLxQCgI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3MCLUsGasqI/s400/foto_luisa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A escritora de literatura infantil e juvenil &lt;strong&gt;Luísa Ducla Soares&lt;/strong&gt; é a candidata portuguesa escolhida pela DGLB para o &lt;a title="" href="http://www.cerlalc.org/Bases_PremioIbero_2010.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;VI Prémio Iberoamericano SM de Literatura Infantil e Juvenil&lt;/a&gt; de 2010 cujo objectivo é promover o trabalho de escritores vivos com obra de reconhecida relevância literária dedicada e jovens e crianças, escrita em português ou espanhol. Os finalistas serão anunciados em Outubro e a entrega do prémio ocorrerá na Feira Internacional do Livro de Guadalajara, no México.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luísa Ducla Soares (que esteve connosco em Fevereiro, lembram-se aqueles que tiveram o prazer de estar com ela à conversa) é autora de mais de 100 livros infantis, ultrapassando alguns deles a dezena de edições. É, pois, com todo o mérito, a candidata portuguesa ao &lt;strong&gt;VI Prémio Iberoamericano SM de Literatura Infantil e Juvenil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6771470013492258830?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6771470013492258830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6771470013492258830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6771470013492258830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6771470013492258830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/escritora-de-literatura-infantil-e.html' title='Prémio Iberoamericano SM de Literatura Infantil e Juvenil 2010'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/THVTsLxQCgI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3MCLUsGasqI/s72-c/foto_luisa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1519919552012361556</id><published>2010-08-17T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:15:41.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentário Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506427298052413858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGrCdAntmaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tbm4oh2hi64/s400/babies-movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Baseado na idéia original de Alain Chabat, o documentário &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; acompanha simultaneamente 4 bebés nascidos na Namíbia, na Mongólia, em Tóquio e nos Estados Unidos, desde o nascimento até aos primeiros passos.&lt;br /&gt;A estreia nos EUA foi em Abril deste ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vupEpNjCuY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vupEpNjCuY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1519919552012361556?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1519919552012361556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1519919552012361556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1519919552012361556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1519919552012361556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/documentario-babies.html' title='Documentário Babies'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGrCdAntmaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tbm4oh2hi64/s72-c/babies-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-2741633673031143908</id><published>2010-08-12T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:07:35.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miguel Torga (1907-1995)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGQYXEuppvI/AAAAAAAAAko/C5qvb-usjCU/s1600/torga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504551429239056114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGQYXEuppvI/AAAAAAAAAko/C5qvb-usjCU/s400/torga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adolfo Correia da Rocha, que seria conhecido por Miguel Torga, nasceu em 12 de Agosto de 1907. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;— Liberdade, que estais no céu...&lt;br /&gt;Rezava o padre-nosso que sabia,&lt;br /&gt;A pedir-te, humildemente,&lt;br /&gt;O pio de cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tua bondade omnipotente&lt;br /&gt;Nem me ouvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Liberdade, que estais na terra...&lt;br /&gt;E a minha voz crescia&lt;br /&gt;De emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Mas um silêncio triste sepultava&lt;br /&gt;A fé que ressumava&lt;br /&gt;Da oração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia, corajosamente,&lt;br /&gt;Olhei noutro sentido,&lt;br /&gt;e pude, deslumbrado,&lt;br /&gt;Saborear, enfim,&lt;br /&gt;O pão da minha fome.&lt;br /&gt;— Liberdade, que estais em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Santificado seja o vosso nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Torga, in 'Diário XII'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-2741633673031143908?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2741633673031143908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=2741633673031143908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2741633673031143908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/2741633673031143908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/miguel-torga-1907-1995.html' title='Miguel Torga (1907-1995)'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGQYXEuppvI/AAAAAAAAAko/C5qvb-usjCU/s72-c/torga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-5136433700478234621</id><published>2010-08-12T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:27:00.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Juventude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGQSZYCZiKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/3XSpa_JS5MA/s1600/teenagers.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504544871712131234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGQSZYCZiKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/3XSpa_JS5MA/s400/teenagers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na sequência da Resolução nº 54/120 e da recomendação da Conferência Mundial de Ministros Responsáveis pela Juventude (realizada em Lisboa, em Agosto de 1998), o dia 12 de Agosto foi instituído o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia Internacional da Juventude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A Assembleia-Geral das Nações Unidas aprovou, em 18 de Dezembro de 2009, uma resolução A/RES/64/134 que proclamou o ano que se inicia no dia 12 de Agosto de 2010 e terminará a 12 de Agosto de 2011 como o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ano Internacional da Juventude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sob o lema “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diálogo e Compreensão Mútuos”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um texto magnífico de Júlio Dantas sobre a juventude e a velhice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Talento na Juventude e na Velhice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nada menos exacto do que supor que o talento constitui privilégio da mocidade. Não. Nem da mocidade, nem da velhice. Não se é talentoso por se ser moço, nem genial por se ser velho. A certidão de idade não confere superioridade de espírito a ninguém. Nunca compreendi a hostilidade tradicional entre velhos e moços (que aliás enche a história das literaturas); e não percebo a razão por que os homens se lançam tantas vezes reciprocamente em rosto, como um agravo, a sua velhice ou a sua juventude. Ser idoso não quer dizer que se seja necessariamente intolerante e retrógado; e engana-se quem supuser que a mocidade, por si só, constitui garantia de progresso ou de renovação mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(…) Juventude e velhice não se opõem; completam-se na harmonia universal dos seres e das coisas. A vida não é só o entusiasmo dos moços; nem só a reflexão dos velhos; não está apenas na audácia de uns, nem apenas na experiência dos outros; realiza-se pela magnífica integração das virtudes contrárias, sem a qual não seria possível, em todo o seu esplendor, a marcha da humanidade. Que se ganha em cavar um abismo entre mocidade e velhice, se uma é, fatalmente, o prolongamento da outra; se o que passa de mão em mão é, afinal, o mesmo facho aceso, como na corrida ritual da Grécia antiga; e se, bem vistas as coisas, não está de nenhum modo provado que os novos sejam intelectualmente os mais novos, e os velhos os mais velhos?&lt;br /&gt;(…) A paz entre idades sucederá um dia, decerto, à paz entre as nações - quando a velhice egoísta reconhecer, finalmente, que não deve menosprezar os moços, antes facilitar-lhe o caminho da vida, e quando, por seu turno, a juventude impaciente chegar à convicção de que não é atropelando nem injuriando que se vence, e de que, quando os jovens se instalaram no planeta - já os velhos o habitavam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Júlio Dantas, in "Páginas de Memórias"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-5136433700478234621?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5136433700478234621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=5136433700478234621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5136433700478234621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/5136433700478234621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/dia-internacional-da-juventude.html' title='Dia Internacional da Juventude'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGQSZYCZiKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/3XSpa_JS5MA/s72-c/teenagers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-4092457781686616071</id><published>2010-08-09T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:09:54.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão a ler dá saúde e faz crescer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGAnE3iz5jI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vpx1J6EQ2gU/s1600/beija-mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503441709229663794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGAnE3iz5jI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vpx1J6EQ2gU/s400/beija-mim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beija-Mim, &lt;/strong&gt;de Jorge Araújo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamim tem doze anos e a promessa do primeiro beijo. Aos poucos, descobre que beijar é uma arte. Mais difícil de aprender do que as lições de matemática. Em casa, ninguém o pode ajudar, há muito que os pais vivem divorciados de afectos. Na rua, não encontra nenhuma lição, os amigos só conhecem conquistas de bandido. No gueto, o amor nunca é prioridade. Aproxima-se o momento mais importante da sua vida e Benjamim está sozinho. O primeiro beijo é aquele que fica para a história, que se atrela à memória. Ele quer estar à altura, não pode fazer má figura. Mas tem mais dúvidas do que certezas. Um beijo é seco ou molhado? De olhos fechados ou abertos? Para que serve o coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beija-Mim é um livro para sobre a importância dos pequenos nadas. A fantasia da inocência, o desassossego da primeira vez. A verdade das palavras. O instante mágico em que a excitação toca a angústia, num fogo-de-artifício de emoções difícil de esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-4092457781686616071?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4092457781686616071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=4092457781686616071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4092457781686616071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/4092457781686616071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/beija-mim.html' title='Verão a ler dá saúde e faz crescer'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TGAnE3iz5jI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vpx1J6EQ2gU/s72-c/beija-mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-587946698904566153</id><published>2010-08-06T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:01:01.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiroshima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após um ultimato sem resposta por parte do império japonês, a 2 de Agosto de 1945 os EUA decidiram usar a sua mais nova e poderosa arma, a bomba atómica, sobre a cidade de Hiroshima, tendo morrido no momento da explosão mais de 70 mil civis.&lt;br /&gt;Três dias depois foi a vez de Nagasaki ser também destruída.&lt;br /&gt;Nos anos subsequentes, milhares de japoneses morreriam em consequência das elevadas radiações, de cancros e outras mutações genéticas resultantes do ataque.&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshima construiu museus e memoriais em toda a cidade para recordar os ataques e homenagear as vítimas e o local onde caiu a bomba recebeu o nome de &lt;em&gt;Parque Memorial da Paz&lt;/em&gt;, tendo sido considerado pela Unesco ‘património mundial', em 1996.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os anos o Parque é palco de cerimónias em honra das vítimas do bombardeamento e dos &lt;em&gt;hibakusha&lt;/em&gt; - nome que dão aos sobreviventes ao ataque - que são, actualmente, cerca de 200 mil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi há 65 anos... mas a (des) humanidade nada aprendeu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O poema de Vinicius de Moraes na voz de Ney Matogrosso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YJaaVAQ5lE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YJaaVAQ5lE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-587946698904566153?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/587946698904566153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=587946698904566153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/587946698904566153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/587946698904566153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/foi-ha-65-anos.html' title='Hiroshima'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-1431139028374160324</id><published>2010-08-02T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:13:44.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeca Afonso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TFb7-IegXvI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nYLapt2xKoU/s1600/zecafonso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500861039725534962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TFb7-IegXvI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nYLapt2xKoU/s400/zecafonso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A 2 de Agosto de 1929, nasceu José Afonso, de nome completo José Manuel Cerqueira Afonso dos Santos, nasceu em Aveiro, filho de José Nepomuceno Afonso, magistrado, e de Maria das Dores, professora primária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quem foi José Afonso e que importância teve como cantor, compositor e poeta? Qual foi o papel dos cantores da Resistência na preparação do 25 de Abril de 1974 e na consolidação da democracia em que vivemos há 36 anos? De que forma contribuiu o trabalho dos cantores de intervenção para a divulgação da obra de grandes poetas como Sophia de Mello Breyner, Natália Correia, António Gedeão, Manuel Alegre, José Gomes Ferreira ou Carlos de Oliveira? O que era cantar em nome da liberdade num país onde ela não existia?&lt;br /&gt;Eis algumas das perguntas a que este livro, escrito a pensar nos leitores jovens, pretend&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TFb5-WWS1QI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2OtVE5L6xwE/s1600/Zeca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500858844425934082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TFb5-WWS1QI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2OtVE5L6xwE/s400/Zeca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e dar resposta, tendo em conta que aqueles a quem se destina pouco ou nada sabem desse tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Misto de testemunho e de memória pessoal, Zeca Afonso e a Malta das Cantigas tem como autor José Jorge Letria, jornalista e escritor com vasta obra publicada e premiada, que foi, ao lado de José Afonso, Manuel Freire, Francisco Fanhais, Adriano Correia de Oliveira, entre outros, um dos mais destacados cantores da Resistência, com vários discos publicados antes e depois do 25 de Abril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeca Afonso e a Malta das Cantigas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; não é só um livro sobre cantores e canções, é também um testemunho vivo de um tempo em que Portugal e os Portugueses viviam privados das liberdades fundamentais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-1431139028374160324?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1431139028374160324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=1431139028374160324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1431139028374160324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/1431139028374160324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/08/zeca-afonso.html' title='Zeca Afonso'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TFb7-IegXvI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nYLapt2xKoU/s72-c/zecafonso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3048776785396307640.post-6280928450594267285</id><published>2010-07-29T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T02:24:39.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu podia viver sem ler?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poder, podia, mas os mais inóspitos locais não percorreria, na corrente do tempo não viajaria, nem perante outros seres (in)existentes me prostraria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Frase da turma A do 11º ano vencedora do Concurso &lt;em&gt;"Se eu podia viver sem ler? Poder, podia, mas..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajemos então!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TFFIl_z1svI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YRF0sOOWedI/s1600/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499256437617308402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TFFIl_z1svI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YRF0sOOWedI/s400/lua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Lua pode esperar&lt;/strong&gt;, de Gonçalo Cadilhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nestes textos de viagem, Cadilhe ocupa-se dos seus temas habituais: aventuras e contratempos, encontros e reencontros, subdesenvolvimento e choque cultural, pasmo e beleza, solidariedade e fé num mundo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Pela Patagónia abaixo, pela Indonésia acima, pelas ilhas do Pacífico e do Índico, pelos mares da Tasmânia ou das Caraíbas, pelas cidades dos Andes, da Europa e de África, o olhar maravilhado do viajante percorre a Terra com uma certeza: a Lua pode esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Só te falta ir à Lua",&lt;/em&gt; dizem-lhe. &lt;em&gt;"À Lua para quê?",&lt;/em&gt; responde. &lt;em&gt;"Tudo o que me interessa está aqui, na terra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3048776785396307640-6280928450594267285?l=biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6280928450594267285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3048776785396307640&amp;postID=6280928450594267285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6280928450594267285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3048776785396307640/posts/default/6280928450594267285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtecaqui.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-eu-podia-viver-sem-ler_29.html' title='Se eu podia viver sem ler?'/><author><name>BECRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829810194369111348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/SRwP-L0Nx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VNMIjiqcFKs/S220/d_fernandoii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE85Gh6l0ik/TFFIl_z1svI/AAAAAAAAAjw/YRF0sOOWedI/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
