<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:27:38.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-7110613247716434162</id><published>2011-04-07T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:23:57.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acróstico-Ode ao Festival</title><content type='html'>Alegria de estar nessa festa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantou o meu astral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emocionou as pessoas com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandes artistas que são verdeiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelações de emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nstinto musical e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alto astral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Railanda – 8ª série&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-7110613247716434162?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/7110613247716434162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2011/04/acrostico-ode-ao-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/7110613247716434162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/7110613247716434162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2011/04/acrostico-ode-ao-festival.html' title='Acróstico-Ode ao Festival'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-870005793936329165</id><published>2010-08-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:17:23.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesquisa</title><content type='html'>Leia, reflita e responda as duas pesquisas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-O que é Internet?&lt;br /&gt;2-Como você a utiliza e para quê?&lt;br /&gt;3-Quais os pontos positivos e negativos que você destacaria da Internet?&lt;br /&gt;4-Você concorda ou discorda do uso das tecnologias da informação e comunicação na educação? Justifique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-O que é um Blog?&lt;br /&gt;2-O que você acha de ter um trabalho seu (poesia, conto, crônica, etc.) publicado no Blog?&lt;br /&gt;3-Há blogs com fins educativos, esportivos, comerciais, jornalísticos&gt; Você costuma acessar e ler algum?&lt;br /&gt;4-Qual a forma mais adequada de se utilizar um blog na escola?&lt;br /&gt;5-Comente a citação: "Um blog pode ampliar a aula da sala de aula."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use o link comentário para publicar suas respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pró Nádia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-870005793936329165?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/870005793936329165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-3314419983900823453</id><published>2010-06-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:13:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos todos cuidar do meio ambiente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/TAcA9Nw0voI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bBDjgtPbgO0/s1600/SDC11756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478348523385962114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/TAcA9Nw0voI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bBDjgtPbgO0/s400/SDC11756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que vergonha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nailson-8ª série&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas nascem, crescem e evoluem&lt;br /&gt;para um dia elas morrerem&lt;br /&gt;Vem o homem mata e queima&lt;br /&gt;e não deixa elas viverem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os animais são os que mais sofrem&lt;br /&gt;com esta situação&lt;br /&gt;Vem o homem acaba tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sem amor no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois cada dia que passa&lt;br /&gt;o mundo é mais desprezado&lt;br /&gt;Vem o homem e destrói tudo&lt;br /&gt;e ainda diz que está acabado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou terminar este poema&lt;br /&gt;Falando uma coisa legal&lt;br /&gt;Seja humano, fique esperto&lt;br /&gt;Vire um protetor ambiental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-3314419983900823453?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/3314419983900823453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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série&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá na África do Sul&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma árvore&lt;br /&gt;Que dá sapato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá sapatilha&lt;br /&gt;para todas&lt;br /&gt;as filhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá bota para&lt;br /&gt;quem tem&lt;br /&gt;a perna torta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá de salto alto&lt;br /&gt;para quem anda&lt;br /&gt;no asfalto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá sandália rasteira&lt;br /&gt;pra quem trabalha&lt;br /&gt;na feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá na África do Sul&lt;br /&gt;existe uma árvore&lt;br /&gt;que dá sapato.&lt;br /&gt;Acredita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(paródia da poesia de Sergio Capparelli-A árvore que dava sorvete)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-4287373057079339020?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/TAb88a_PTeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7OGQC_w7czk/s72-c/SDC11774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-1505344157338023788</id><published>2010-06-02T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:23:00.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma dica quente vou dar, vamos  dos dentes cuidar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/TAbxhAFmV0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_4CFWHSr2e4/s1600/imagesCAPRS03L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478331546004248386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/TAbxhAFmV0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_4CFWHSr2e4/s400/imagesCAPRS03L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Zé Jacaré&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nailson - 8ª série&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Há numa pequena vila um jacaré&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;que se chama Zé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vivia sempre sorridente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas não cuidava dos dentes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ele tinha vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de um sorriso dá (isso, depois de críticas levar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas sempre queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sua alegria mostrar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Até que um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mudou de opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E foi ao dentista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Resolver a questão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Foi lá e tratou dos dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E agora o Zé Jacaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sem nehuma preocupação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Canta, dança e dá risada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mostrando sem demora o sorrisão. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-1505344157338023788?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Altos pensamentos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-kxhPHoXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/68en1xaJaVc/s1600-h/Mayane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395212049255473522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-kxhPHoXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/68en1xaJaVc/s400/Mayane.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a portelinha fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Não deixava ter briga não&lt;br /&gt;Por que lá mora um moreno&lt;br /&gt;Que roubou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estas creches fossem minhas&lt;br /&gt;Eu não deixava acabar&lt;br /&gt;É um lugar onde as crianças&lt;br /&gt;Vão para aprender, escrever e brincar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se este jardim fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu não deixava estragar&lt;br /&gt;Por que nele tem um canteiro de rosas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu gosto de olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa praia fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu não deixava poluir&lt;br /&gt;Pense no aquecimento global&lt;br /&gt;Que pode a destruir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIANE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-4979917033861298899?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/4979917033861298899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/olha-concentracao-da-autora-mayane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/4979917033861298899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/4979917033861298899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/olha-concentracao-da-autora-mayane.html' title='Olha a concentração da autora Mayane. 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Olha que poesia linda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-kDbKWE_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oQCiNd1kruQ/s1600-h/Ediv%C3%A3nia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395211257350853618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-kDbKWE_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oQCiNd1kruQ/s400/Ediv%C3%A3nia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essas crianças fossem minhas&lt;br /&gt;Eu iria de todas elas cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Garanto que nas ruas não ficariam&lt;br /&gt;E marginais não iriam virar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa camada de ozônio fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Tão bem dela eu iria cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Que ela jamais furaria&lt;br /&gt;E se furasse eu iria costurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse país fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Corrupção não iria existir&lt;br /&gt;Faríamos a coisa de forma correta&lt;br /&gt;E poríamos os maus políticos pra sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse mundo fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Não seria a bagunça que está&lt;br /&gt;A crise mundial eu apagaria&lt;br /&gt;E faria com que todos pudessem trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIVÂNIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-895573016331425559?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/895573016331425559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/poeta-edivania-deu-show-olha-que-poesia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/895573016331425559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/895573016331425559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/poeta-edivania-deu-show-olha-que-poesia.html' title='A poeta Edivânia deu show. Olha que poesia linda!'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-kDbKWE_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/oQCiNd1kruQ/s72-c/Ediv%C3%A3nia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-4699560712334280473</id><published>2009-10-21T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:07:07.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha a mensagem da poesia. E olha o autor! Claudio  Maylon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-h7mQwBeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PM-EpsaMlrg/s1600-h/PIC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395208923868300770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-h7mQwBeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PM-EpsaMlrg/s400/PIC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa casa fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava reformar&lt;br /&gt;Não para as crianças bagunçar&lt;br /&gt;Mas para os adultos se alegrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o carro fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Não para as pessoas se divertir&lt;br /&gt;Mas para eu trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa escola fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava todo mundo preservar&lt;br /&gt;Não sujar e bagunçar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim brincar, estudar e compartilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLÁUDIO MAYLON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-4699560712334280473?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/4699560712334280473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/olha-mensagem-da-poesia-e-olha-o-autor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/4699560712334280473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/4699560712334280473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/olha-mensagem-da-poesia-e-olha-o-autor.html' title='Olha a mensagem da poesia. E olha o autor! Claudio  Maylon.'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-h7mQwBeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PM-EpsaMlrg/s72-c/PIC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-7975715495313477601</id><published>2009-10-21T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:02:30.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valdeílson, o autor da poesia. Olha o sorriso. Feliz da vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-gmvsPQFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uZFo9B749ig/s1600-h/PIC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395207466110632018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-gmvsPQFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uZFo9B749ig/s400/PIC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esta ponte fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava reformar&lt;br /&gt;Só para os veículos passar&lt;br /&gt;Para os caminhoneiros voltar a cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esta cidade fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava construir,&lt;br /&gt;Um castelo para os sem teto morar&lt;br /&gt;E as crianças voltarem a estudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esta fazenda fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixava a lagoa crescer&lt;br /&gt;Só para os peixes morar&lt;br /&gt;E ter um lugar para viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa escola fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixava as crianças brincar&lt;br /&gt;E ter um espaço para estudar&lt;br /&gt;E as crianças terem um futuro para brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALDEILSON S. DA PAIXÃO&lt;br /&gt;&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/1325880721345022915-7975715495313477601?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/7975715495313477601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/valdeilson-o-autor-da-poesia-olha-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/7975715495313477601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/7975715495313477601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/valdeilson-o-autor-da-poesia-olha-o.html' title='Valdeílson, o autor da poesia. Olha o sorriso. Feliz da vida!'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-gmvsPQFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uZFo9B749ig/s72-c/PIC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-3160962567985170526</id><published>2009-10-21T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:56:35.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poeta Ana Paula no seu momento de inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-fUCD7ZrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-fU4QMxmKtw/s1600-h/PIC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395206045112690354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-fUCD7ZrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-fU4QMxmKtw/s400/PIC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se as casas fossem minhas&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria mais atenção&lt;br /&gt;Para ser mais protegida&lt;br /&gt;Contra o perigo que é ladrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se este morro fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava verdear&lt;br /&gt;Para animais ficarem fortes&lt;br /&gt;Quando se alimentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essas cores fossem minhas&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandaria várias&lt;br /&gt;Para pintar a minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Para meu amor passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esta música fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Só eu iria cantar&lt;br /&gt;Por que seria tão bonita&lt;br /&gt;E a todos iria agradar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANA PAULA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-3160962567985170526?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/3160962567985170526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/paraiso-se-as-casas-fossem-minhas-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/3160962567985170526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/3160962567985170526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/paraiso-se-as-casas-fossem-minhas-eu.html' title='A poeta Ana Paula no seu momento de inspiração'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/St-fUCD7ZrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-fU4QMxmKtw/s72-c/PIC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-2174678025411364063</id><published>2009-10-06T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:17:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcos. O autor desta poesia maravilhosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SsuXfxe0R4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/34pMrAVLVjk/s1600-h/PIC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389567951193261954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SsuXfxe0R4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/34pMrAVLVjk/s400/PIC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa ponte fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava reconstruir&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanto buraco que as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Ficam com medo de passar por ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa casa fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava construir&lt;br /&gt;As paredes estão caindo&lt;br /&gt;Como é que eu vou dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse carro fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Com quatro pneus blindados&lt;br /&gt;Para eu trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa escola fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Com muitas cadeiras novas&lt;br /&gt;Para os alunos nelas sentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCOS&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/1325880721345022915-2174678025411364063?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/2174678025411364063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/marcos-o-autor-desta-poesia-maravilhosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/2174678025411364063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/2174678025411364063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/marcos-o-autor-desta-poesia-maravilhosa.html' title='Marcos. O autor desta poesia maravilhosa.'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SsuXfxe0R4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/34pMrAVLVjk/s72-c/PIC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-8378552235413144544</id><published>2009-10-06T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:10:05.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nailson, o autor desta linda poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SsuV4amGPMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aai0R3LlloY/s1600-h/PIC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389566175523257538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SsuV4amGPMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aai0R3LlloY/s400/PIC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se este lago fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava preencher&lt;br /&gt;Com peixinhos bem bonitos&lt;br /&gt;Para que possam viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esta escola fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava preencher&lt;br /&gt;Com quem vive lá nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Para nela aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a favela fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu traria muito amor&lt;br /&gt;Para não morrer mais gente&lt;br /&gt;E viver nesse horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a terra fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava consertar&lt;br /&gt;Para ter muito mais paz&lt;br /&gt;E as drogas acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAILSON SOARES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-8378552235413144544?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/8378552235413144544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/nailson-o-autor-desta-linda-poesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/8378552235413144544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/8378552235413144544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/10/nailson-o-autor-desta-linda-poesia.html' title='Nailson, o autor desta linda poesia'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SsuV4amGPMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aai0R3LlloY/s72-c/PIC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-5216473402117799208</id><published>2009-09-20T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:18:52.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>autor da  poesia: Marcelo, imerso em reflexões. Seríssimo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SrbGG0U6A5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5DtnUtIaRhg/s1600-h/Marcelo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383708224995853202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SrbGG0U6A5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5DtnUtIaRhg/s400/Marcelo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa ponte fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu não deixava quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Para o meu carro passar&lt;br /&gt;E os homens trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa casa fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava reformar&lt;br /&gt;Com as telhas bem bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Para o meu amor morar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse carro fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava reformar&lt;br /&gt;Com uma tinta bem bonita&lt;br /&gt;Para o meu amor passear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse lago fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava limpar&lt;br /&gt;Não para pescar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim para o meu amor nadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCELO SOUZA SANTOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1325880721345022915-5216473402117799208?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/5216473402117799208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/09/paraiso-se-essa-ponte-fosse-minha-eu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/5216473402117799208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/5216473402117799208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/09/paraiso-se-essa-ponte-fosse-minha-eu.html' title='autor da  poesia: Marcelo, imerso em reflexões. Seríssimo.'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SrbGG0U6A5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5DtnUtIaRhg/s72-c/Marcelo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-1241780363984622785</id><published>2009-09-20T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:57:02.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autora da poesia: Railanda. Concentradíssima escrevendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SrbBIOZFKvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VhrDptklic8/s1600-h/Railanda-poesia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383702751614413554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SrbBIOZFKvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VhrDptklic8/s400/Railanda-poesia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAÍSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa ponte fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu mandava reconstruir&lt;br /&gt;E nenhum carro iria correr&lt;br /&gt;O risco de cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse jardim fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca iria deixá-lo secar&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi uma grande injustiça&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse dona&lt;br /&gt;Flores lindas iriam florescer lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa casa fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu iria reconstruir&lt;br /&gt;Podia gastar o dinheiro que fosse&lt;br /&gt;Mas não iria deixá-lo cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa vida fosse minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais iria estragar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não iria usar drogas&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim estudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAILANDA DOS REIS DIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1325880721345022915-1241780363984622785?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/1241780363984622785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/09/autora-da-poesia-railanda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/1241780363984622785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/1241780363984622785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/09/autora-da-poesia-railanda.html' title='Autora da poesia: Railanda. Concentradíssima escrevendo'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SrbBIOZFKvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VhrDptklic8/s72-c/Railanda-poesia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-2024953172696418239</id><published>2009-08-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:21:13.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>´síntese que deu origem ao texto imagético</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SpFyVP45kaI/AAAAAAAAACY/bseXfTArHDs/s1600-h/serp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373201539797717410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SpFyVP45kaI/AAAAAAAAACY/bseXfTArHDs/s400/serp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•A Serpente de Iaçu (Síntese)&lt;br /&gt;•Professora Nádia e alunos da 7ª série&lt;br /&gt;•Certo dia muitas pessoas ouviram tremores no chão da praça, gritaram apavoradas. De repente apareceu do nada uma grande serpente cuspindo fogo ameaçando devorá-los. Muitos ousaram enfrentá-la, mas morreram, até que apareceu uma rezadeira, convocou todas as pessoas de fé da cidade que de mãos dadas começaram a entoar uma ladainha mágica. A serpente começou a andar de costa, tonta, tombou para o lado e caiu, então os homens fortes conseguiram correntes grossas, acorrentaram-na e levaram-na para um túnel que fica embaixo da ponte Severino Vieira que agora está todo coberto por calçamento fechando quase que completamente este esconderijo. Quase, porque ele tem uma passagem que é um buraco bem no fundo do rio Paraguaçu, embaixo da Ponte ligando a Igreja Matriz. A rezadeira alertou a todos que se o rio encher até transbordar, ultrapassando a ponte, a força da água criará uma corrente mágica e esta libertará a serpente das correntes e ela cumprirá a ameaça que é acabar com a cidade de Iaçu.&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/1325880721345022915-2024953172696418239?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/2024953172696418239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/sintese-que-deu-origem-ao-texto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/2024953172696418239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/2024953172696418239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/sintese-que-deu-origem-ao-texto.html' title='´síntese que deu origem ao texto imagético'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SpFyVP45kaI/AAAAAAAAACY/bseXfTArHDs/s72-c/serp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-8400181337825193269</id><published>2009-08-21T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:25:43.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Releitura em Imagens da Lenda da Serpente de Iaçu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left" id="__ss_1894896"&gt;&lt;a style="font:14px Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif;display:block;margin:12px 0 3px 0;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/nadiaamidia/lenda-da-serpente-1894896" title="Lenda da Serpente"&gt;Lenda da Serpente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=nadiaaragao-lenda-090822210655-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=lenda-da-serpente-1894896" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=nadiaaragao-lenda-090822210655-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=lenda-da-serpente-1894896" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"&gt;View more &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3qSj8Z4wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/efFX_mrPGo8/s320/PIC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHAPEUZINHO VERMELHO EM UM DIA NO SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;Versão: Max Bispo dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma garotinha chamada Chapeuzinho Vermelho por causa do capuz que usava. Certo dia ela estava passeando pela floresta e um lobo ,um lenhador e a vovó ajudaram ela a sair da poça de lama , ela saiu e estava muito suja.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela chegou em casa sujando tudo sua mãe viu e levou ela ao shopping , ela foi e comprou várias roupas e é claro comprou dez capuzes vermelhos para sempre ser chamada de Chapeuzinho Vermelho e, vovó o lobo, o lenhador e a Chapeuzinho viveram felizes por enquanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-6192882924107440108?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/6192882924107440108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/outra-versao-do-classico-chapeuzinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/6192882924107440108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/6192882924107440108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/outra-versao-do-classico-chapeuzinho.html' title='Outra versão do clássico Chapeuzinho Vermelho'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3qSj8Z4wI/AAAAAAAAAB4/efFX_mrPGo8/s72-c/PIC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-7144869892926783700</id><published>2009-08-08T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:37:01.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra releitura da lenda A serpente de Iaçu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3X_Z9CWLI/AAAAAAAAABw/_4EY26oJdlI/s1600-h/serpente.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367683815194122418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3X_Z9CWLI/AAAAAAAAABw/_4EY26oJdlI/s320/serpente.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A SERPENTE DE IAÇU&lt;br /&gt;Versão de : Daiane ( 7ª série a 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo  houve alguns tremores na cidade de Iaçu, uma cidade pequena de poucos habitantes. Diz a lenda que há uma serpente gigantesca que liga a Igreja Matriz à ponte Severino Vieira e diz também que ela só está esperando acontecer uma enchente que ultrapasse a ponte. A lenda diz que se ela conseguir sair de lá ela tem possibilidade de acabar com a cidade de Iaçu, pelo que eu sei ela foi colocada lá embaixo da ponte por muitas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem também, que um dia ela resolveu aparecer para acabar com a cidade de Iaçu, apavorou muitas pessoas. matou algumas, foi quando um homem misterioso chegou e até enfrentou ela e com um lençol ele conseguiu adormecê-la. O povo disse que foi magia e juntaram todos e colocaram ela lá e hoje ela vive prisioneira, às vezes tenho dúvida se acredito ou não mas de qualquer forma temos que ter cuidado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-7144869892926783700?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/7144869892926783700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/outra-releitura-da-lenda-serpente-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/7144869892926783700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/7144869892926783700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/outra-releitura-da-lenda-serpente-de.html' title='Outra releitura da lenda A serpente de Iaçu'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3X_Z9CWLI/AAAAAAAAABw/_4EY26oJdlI/s72-c/serpente.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-5705374739598673817</id><published>2009-08-08T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:48:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayane, autora da releitura- aluna em pé na foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3WX0VsgoI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZBovNkh4iWg/s1600-h/Maiane+e+Thain%C3%A1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367682035570475650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3WX0VsgoI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZBovNkh4iWg/s320/Maiane+e+Thain%C3%A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ENCONTRO DA FEITICEIRA E A SERPENTE DE IAÇU&lt;br /&gt;Versão de: Maiane ( 7ª série 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade de Iaçu tinha uma serpente muito grande ela foi aprisionada embaixo da ponte Severino Vieira por São Jorge e passando um tempo as águas ultrapassaram a ponte e a serpente saiu e foi querendo acabar com toda cidade de Iaçu chegando na igreja Matriz saiu uma feiticeira guerreira e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;shy;_Agora só eu e você maldita;&lt;br /&gt;A serpente achou que era uma mulher comum mas não, só que ela usou o seu poder e não sabia que a serpente podia falar então a serpente disse:&lt;br /&gt;_ Você acha que pode me derrotar sua feiticeira?&lt;br /&gt;A feiticeira disse:&lt;br /&gt;_ Acho não! Posso.&lt;br /&gt;Então a serpente engoliu a feiticeira, e disse:&lt;br /&gt;_ Achou que podia comigo! Pensou errado!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que a serpente não sabia era que a feiticeira continuava viva e sacando uma espada ela furou o coração da serpente que acabou morrendo. Então a feiticeira fez um buraco na serpente e saiu nadando até a superfície e disse:&lt;br /&gt;_ Você já era serpente atrevida !E livrou a cidade de Iaçu da serpente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-5705374739598673817?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/5705374739598673817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/mayane-autora-da-releitura-aluna-em-pe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/5705374739598673817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/5705374739598673817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/mayane-autora-da-releitura-aluna-em-pe.html' title='Mayane, autora da releitura- aluna em pé na foto'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3WX0VsgoI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZBovNkh4iWg/s72-c/Maiane+e+Thain%C3%A1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-486516351046539628</id><published>2009-08-08T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:45:05.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>André, autor de outra versão do encontro da Feiticeira com a Serpente- o primeiro à direita na foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3Vn6XfDfI/AAAAAAAAABg/uesrSq_gPBw/s1600-h/galerona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367681212554874354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3Vn6XfDfI/AAAAAAAAABg/uesrSq_gPBw/s320/galerona.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ENCONTRO DA FEITICEIRA E A SERPENTE DE IAÇU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versão: André Luiz (7ª a série 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um certo dia uma feiticeira chamada Bela encontrou uma serpente presa com correntes e cadeados embaixo da igreja e ela com seu feitiço libertou.&lt;br /&gt;E a serpente mal agradecida virou para a feiticeira e disse:&lt;br /&gt;_ Eu esperei por tantos anos até que alguém me libertasse. E deu uma gargalhada muito estranha como se dissesse vou acabar com a cidade de Iaçu. Hoje eu estou vivo contando história. Enquanto a serpente destruía a cidade eu estava escondidinho dentro de um caixote velho que estava embaixo de bagulhos, e estou contando o que se passou por causa da feiticeira que impediu que o caixote fosse destruído.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-486516351046539628?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/486516351046539628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/andre-autor-de-outra-versao-do-encontro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/486516351046539628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/486516351046539628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/andre-autor-de-outra-versao-do-encontro.html' title='André, autor de outra versão do encontro da Feiticeira com a Serpente- o primeiro à direita na foto'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3Vn6XfDfI/AAAAAAAAABg/uesrSq_gPBw/s72-c/galerona.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-527151200541261642</id><published>2009-08-08T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:03:58.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edvânia, autora do texto Chapeuzinho ao contrário- a primeira da fila, encostada na parede</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3UvTJkJZI/AAAAAAAAABY/cgQ8LtgSPqo/s1600-h/Edivania+e+Lain%C3%A1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367680239954830738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3UvTJkJZI/AAAAAAAAABY/cgQ8LtgSPqo/s320/Edivania+e+Lain%C3%A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAPEUZINHO AO CONTRÁRIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versão: Edvânia 7ª A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma garotinha chamada Chapeuzinho Vermelho que foi fazer uma visita a sua avó, então encontrou o lobo que começou a lhe fazer perguntas:&lt;br /&gt;_Para onde você vai?&lt;br /&gt;_Para a casa da minha avó . Respondeu Chapeuzinho nervosa ao estar perto do lobo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando Chapeuzinho se virou e viu a cara do lobo não era o que ela esperava, muito pelo contrario era um lobo bonito de pelo brilhante e dentes também, perfumado, bem vestido e sorridente. Foi amor a primeira vista.&lt;br /&gt;E o lobo continuou a perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;_O que você vai fazer na cada da sua avó?&lt;br /&gt;_Entregar uns doces. Respondeu Chapeuzinho com a voz mais doce e sutil.&lt;br /&gt;_Quer que eu te acompanhe?&lt;br /&gt;_Sim. Por favor. Então Chapeuzinho segura apaixonadamente a mão do lobo e percebeu suas lindas garras.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegaram a casa da vovó ela não gostou da visita surpresa, sendo que mesmo assim foi gentil e convidou o lobo para sentar e lhe ofereceu um chá com biscoito. Quando todos estavam no meio do bom papo o lobo interrompe e diz:&lt;br /&gt;_ Vovó eu quero me casar com sua neta!&lt;br /&gt;Então a vovó responde:&lt;br /&gt;_Nem morta! Eu jamais deixaria minha neta se casar com um monstro feito você! Não é assim que esta história corre!&lt;br /&gt;_Mas vovó eu amo o lobo e ele me ama-(respondeu Chapeuzinho).&lt;br /&gt;_Mesmo assim você que se desapaixone!&lt;br /&gt;E com golpes de judô ( que ela tinha praticado durante 50 anos) expulsou o lobo.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte quando a vovó foi ver no quarto Chapeuzinho tinha fugido para o circo com lobo.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem por aí que viraram o lobo e a domadora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-527151200541261642?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/527151200541261642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/edvania-autora-do-texto-chapeuzinho-ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/527151200541261642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/527151200541261642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/edvania-autora-do-texto-chapeuzinho-ao.html' title='Edvânia, autora do texto Chapeuzinho ao contrário- a primeira da fila, encostada na parede'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3UvTJkJZI/AAAAAAAAABY/cgQ8LtgSPqo/s72-c/Edivania+e+Lain%C3%A1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-455607679883813024</id><published>2009-08-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:36:43.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maylon, o autor da história-o primeiro da fila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3TYAbcozI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aGfqdMnn408/s1600-h/PIC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367678740280943410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3TYAbcozI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aGfqdMnn408/s320/PIC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ENCONTRO DA FEITICEIRA E A SERPENTE DE IAÇU&lt;br /&gt;Versão de: Claudio Mailon Pereira( 7ªsérie a 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia em Iaçu uma Serpente que estava presa há muitos anos conseguiu escapar, mas só quem conseguiria prender ela de novo, era uma feiticeira chamada Leila.&lt;br /&gt;O povo iaçuense imediatamente foi atrás dessa feiticeira para ela prender essa Serpente, mas o povo de Iaçu inteiro não encontrava ela. Então botou o assunto na radio de Iaçu para ver se a encontrava.&lt;br /&gt;Ela escutou o assunto no radio, nesse momento ela estava em Itaberaba e ligou para Iaçu dizendo que ela era a pessoa que eles estavam procurando, mas que só viria com muito dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;E nesse exato momento quem atendeu foi Ronaldo Ramos, locutor da rádio e disse que ela podia vir que ele dava o dinheiro e Ronaldo imediatamente botou assunto pedindo ajuda para o povo. O povo se juntou em uma fila enorme para dar esse dinheiro e até conseguiram . A feiticeira chegou num carro muito do chique , de dentro do carro ela puxou uma mala cheia de coisa e ela perguntou cadê o dinheiro que eu pedi e na hora chegou Ronaldo com a mala cheia de dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Ela perguntou onde a serpente ficava.&lt;br /&gt;_ Ronaldo disse: Ela fica perto da Igreja.&lt;br /&gt;_ Ela disse para Ronaldo: me espere na rádio.&lt;br /&gt;A feiticeira foi atrás da serpente para destruí-la e a serpente deu o bote na feiticeira e não conseguiu pegar, a feiticeira tentou jogar o líquido que tinha o veneno, mas não pegou e foi uma disputa grande da serpente contra a feiticeira. A feiticeira ficou muito nervosa porque o veneno não pegou na serpente e o veneno tinha acabado e a feiticeira foi embora para fazer um novo veneno . Então ela pegou um fogo de lenha botou um caldeirão em cima e botou um bocado de tipo de galhos de pé de planta, um bocado de pós e começou a falar uma outra língua e depois pegou o caldeirão cheio de líquido e botou em um vaso de dois litros, depois que ela fez foi atrás da serpente. Quando encontrou a serpente e jogou o líquido novamente a serpente foi encima dela e quase engoliu a feiticeira. A feiticeira foi no carro e pegou uma espada enorme para matá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Para matar a serpente tinha que enfiar a espada no seu coração, sem medo, com atitude e o principalmente coragem, a feiticeira tinha tudo isso. Ela pegou enfiou a espada no coração da serpente e a serpente começou a se bater e desmaiou e a feiticeira prendeu a serpente.&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi lá jogou o feitiço em cima dela e num piscar de olhos ela sumiu e ela foi pegar o dinheiro. Chegando lá Ronaldo disse:&lt;br /&gt;_Que provas eu tenho de que ela não vai aparecer?&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse: _ Todas.&lt;br /&gt;E ele confiando nela deu o dinheiro e ela foi embora e a Serpente mais nunca apareceu e assim foi o fim.&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/1325880721345022915-455607679883813024?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/455607679883813024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/maylon-o-autor-da-historia-o-primeiro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/455607679883813024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/455607679883813024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/maylon-o-autor-da-historia-o-primeiro.html' title='Maylon, o autor da história-o primeiro da fila'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sn3TYAbcozI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aGfqdMnn408/s72-c/PIC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-4153892251845064872</id><published>2009-08-07T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:02:10.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aluna fez releitura de uma lenda local</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Snzqi8TQmBI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_dLh0kkN0k/s1600-h/Thain%C3%A1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367422741942147090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Snzqi8TQmBI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_dLh0kkN0k/s400/Thain%C3%A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Versão de: Thainá Araujo ( 7ª série a 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo atrás, em Iaçu, começaram a falar que o chão e a ponte Severino Vieira estava tremendo, e que era a serpente que estava nadando pelo rio Paraguaçu. A lenda diz que a cabeça fica debaixo da igreja Matriz e o rabo fica debaixo da ponte Severino Vieira.&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente diz que ela foi presa por feiticeiros dizem que jogaram a essência pra ela dormir e aí sim conseguiram prender ela com correntes enfeitiçadas, dizem que quando tiver enchente no rio Paraguaçu e ultrapassar a ponte a cobra vai sair da caverna acabar do metade de Iaçu, mas de qualquer jeito a gente tem que ficar sempre alerta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-4153892251845064872?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/4153892251845064872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/aluna-fez-releitura-de-uma-lenda-local.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/4153892251845064872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/4153892251845064872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/aluna-fez-releitura-de-uma-lenda-local.html' title='Aluna fez releitura de uma lenda local'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Snzqi8TQmBI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_dLh0kkN0k/s72-c/Thain%C3%A1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325880721345022915.post-9174101501712361371</id><published>2009-08-06T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:03:28.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Área externa da escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sntg9Qi3HnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K35DywRDuo/s1600-h/PIC_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366989986471550578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sntg9Qi3HnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K35DywRDuo/s400/PIC_1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colégio Estadual Lauro Farani Pedreira de Freitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rua Manoel Pinto Santana, Iaçu-Bahia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1325880721345022915-9174101501712361371?l=turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/feeds/9174101501712361371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/area-externa-da-escola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/9174101501712361371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1325880721345022915/posts/default/9174101501712361371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turmadolaurofarani.blogspot.com/2009/08/area-externa-da-escola.html' title='Área externa da escola'/><author><name>turmadolauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898091121996278574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/SnxyOhsHhhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sU6yCIKy7qM/S220/nadica%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GTx6_P3ShNs/Sntg9Qi3HnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K35DywRDuo/s72-c/PIC_1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
