<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3916796048449426581</id><updated>2024-10-31T23:23:39.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre pensamentos e paixões</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot;O amor e a literatura coincidem na procura apaixonada, quase sempre desesperada, da comunicação.&quot; (Jorge Duran)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-398426748036861345</id><published>2014-01-03T08:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-03T08:18:04.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Isso Fomos Feitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;autor&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 10px; white-space: pre-line; width: 300px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Para isso fomos feitos: Para lembrar e ser lembrados. Para chorar e fazer chorar. Para enterrar os nossos mortos. Por isso temos braços longos para os adeuses. Mãos para colher o que foi dado. Dedos para cavar a terra.  Assim será nossa vida:  Uma tarde sempre a esquecer. Uma estrela a se apagar na treva. Um caminho entre dois túmulos. Por isso precisamos velar. Falar baixo, pisar leve, ver. A noite dormir em silêncio.  Não há muito o que dizer:  Uma canção sobre um berço. Um verso, talvez de amor. Uma prece por quem se vai. Mas que essa hora não esqueça. E por ela os nossos corações. Se deixem, graves e simples.  Pois para isso fomos feitos: Para a esperança no milagre. Para a participação da poesia. Para ver a face da morte. De repente nunca mais esperaremos... Hoje a noite é jovem; da morte, apenas Nascemos, imensamente.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Atenção alunos do 8º ano A e B, não esqueçam de colocar o nome de vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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2- Elabore uma síntese do documentário, destacando características importantes da vida e obra do escritor Drummond.&lt;br /&gt;
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Link para assistir online&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnNn-CqeJbo&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnNn-CqeJbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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OBS: Quem não conseguir assistir online, pode baixar o documentário através do programa youtube HD. É só baixar o programa, instalar e copiar esse link (que coloquei acima) e colar no programa.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/2602671739105123312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/10/atividade-de-literatura-9-ano-ef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/2602671739105123312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/2602671739105123312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/10/atividade-de-literatura-9-ano-ef.html' title='Atividade de Literatura 9º Ano E.F.'/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-8564698591683816469</id><published>2013-09-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-09-27T04:39:22.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincar de Viver - Maria Bethânia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;cor_2&quot; id=&quot;cabecalho&quot; itemprop=&quot;track&quot; itemscope=&quot;&quot; itemtype=&quot;http://schema.org/MusicRecording&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; padding: 0px 295px 10px 120px;&quot;&gt;
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Quem me chamou&lt;br /&gt;
Quem vai querer voltar pro ninho&lt;br /&gt;
Redescobrir seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;
Pra retornar e enfrentar o dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;
Reaprender a sonhar&lt;/div&gt;
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Você verá que é mesmo assim, que a história não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;
Continua sempre que você responde &quot;sim&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
À sua imaginação&lt;br /&gt;
À arte de sorrir cada vez que o mundo diz &quot;não&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Você verá que a emoção começa agora&lt;br /&gt;
Agora é brincar de viver&lt;br /&gt;
Não esquecer, ninguém é o centro do universo&lt;br /&gt;
Assim é maior o prazer&lt;/div&gt;
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Você verá que é mesmo assim, que a história não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;
Continua sempre que você responde &quot;sim&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
À sua imaginação&lt;br /&gt;
À arte de sorrir cada vez que o mundo diz &quot;não&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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E eu desejo amar todos que eu cruzar pelo meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;
Como eu sou feliz, eu quero ver feliz&lt;br /&gt;
Quem andar comigo, vem&lt;/div&gt;
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Lá - lá - lá- lá - lá...&lt;/div&gt;
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Você verá que é mesmo assim, que a história não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;
Continua sempre que você responde &quot;sim&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
À sua imaginação&lt;br /&gt;
À arte de sorrir cada vez que o mundo diz &quot;não&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lá - lá - lá- lá - lá...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2 proposição&lt;/b&gt; -A Igreja medieval tinha poder quase absoluto da produção cultural. Naquela época, apenas 2% da população europeia era alfabetizada, e a escrita e a leitura estavam restritas aos mosteiros e às abadias.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3 proposição&lt;/b&gt; - A busca de novos territórios e a expansão comercial ampliam os horizontes humanos. Em termos espaciais, o mundo do Renascimento é muito maior do que aquele conhecido na Idade Média.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4 proposição&lt;/b&gt; - Na tentativa de se verem livres da dependência dos mercadores venezianos para conseguir especiarias valorizadas e apreciadas pela corte, os reis portugueses, queriam descobrir o caminho marítimo para as Índias e para o Extremo Oriente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5 proposição&lt;/b&gt; - Em vez de esperar que o conhecimento do mundo lhe seja dado por revelação divina, o novo indivíduo procura observar a natureza, documentar e analisar o que vê.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6 proposição&lt;/b&gt; - correta&lt;br /&gt;
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A REVELAÇÃO DO NOVO MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;
Contexto - Carta / Pero Vaz de Caminha / continha informações importantes para a coroa portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
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Semelhança = Descreveram os territórios encontrados&lt;br /&gt;
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Diferenças = Os textos de Américo Vespúcio foram divulgados ao público europeu. / A carta de Caminha não foi imediatamente divulgada ao público europeu.&lt;br /&gt;
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O PROJETO COLONIAL PORTUGUÊS&lt;br /&gt;
Contexto - Ano de início - 1422&lt;br /&gt;
Principais incentivadores - D. Henrique e D. manuel I&lt;br /&gt;
Papel do Brasil - Foi incorporado ao projeto, que determinou sua exploração e ocupação, além da natureza do intercâmbio cultural dos portugueses e nativos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
1&lt;br /&gt;
Aspecto positivo - Forçou o início de uma mudança de mentalidade em relação a outras culturas.&lt;br /&gt;
Aspecto negativo - Fez com que os colonizadores impusessem seus valores às populações nativas.&lt;br /&gt;
2&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Relatos de viagem:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
contexto de produção- experiência real de conhecer novos países e sua natureza.&lt;br /&gt;
contexto de circulação - confidencial ou por meio de impressos&lt;br /&gt;
público - intelectuais, nobres e plebeus, ou seja, todos aqueles que se interessassem &amp;nbsp;pelo Novo Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Literatura jesuítica:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
contexto de produção- intenção de catequizar os índios e manter a fé cristã presente entre os colonos portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;
contexto de circulação - essencialmente de forma oral&lt;br /&gt;
público - nativos americanos a serem convertidos pelo discurso religioso&lt;br /&gt;
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Teste seus conhecimentos&lt;br /&gt;
b;d;a;c&lt;br /&gt;
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A LITERATURA DE VIAGENS&lt;br /&gt;
Contexto - essencialmente informativos / crônica histórica&lt;br /&gt;
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Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
1&lt;br /&gt;
Descrever - a terra e o povo nativo&lt;br /&gt;
Catalogar - espécimes da fauna e da flora&lt;br /&gt;
Identificar - possíveis interesses econômicos para a coroa portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;
Apresentar - a nova colônia de modo positivo e promissor, estimulando sua colonização&lt;br /&gt;
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2&lt;br /&gt;
descritiva / comparações / idealizado&lt;br /&gt;
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À SOMBRA DA CRUZ: LITERATURA DE CATEQUESE&lt;br /&gt;
Contexto&lt;br /&gt;
Textos escritos pelos religiosos com o objetivo de converter os índios brasileiros.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
1&lt;br /&gt;
Escritores- missionários jesuítas&lt;br /&gt;
Forma- poemas e peças de teatro&lt;br /&gt;
Objetivo- converter os índios à religião católica&lt;br /&gt;
O que era dramatizado- cenas bíblicas&lt;br /&gt;
Para garantir os ensinamentos- Língua tupi&lt;br /&gt;
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2&lt;br /&gt;
Título - arte da gramática da língua mais usada na costa do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;
obra literária - poemas líricos&lt;br /&gt;
a maior parte deles de cunho religioso, que costumava dedicar à Virgem Maria&lt;br /&gt;
Peças de Teatro - obra mais conhecida: na festa de São Lourenço&lt;br /&gt;
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3&lt;br /&gt;
três/ colonizadores/ índios/ tupi/ demônio/ anjo/ amor/ temor/ São Lourenço/cultural/ espiritual&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/501470797488612290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/09/primeiras-visoes-do-brasil-correcao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/501470797488612290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/501470797488612290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/09/primeiras-visoes-do-brasil-correcao.html' title='PRIMEIRAS VISÕES DO BRASIL - CORREÇÃO'/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-3634815663232335072</id><published>2013-08-27T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-27T05:07:07.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente amor </title><content type='html'>&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amor é a coisa mais alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amor é a coisa mais triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amor é a coisa que mais quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Por causa dele falo palavras como lanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amor é a coisa mais alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amor é a coisa mais triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amor é a coisa que mais quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Por causa dele podem entalhar-me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sou de pedra sabão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Alegre ou triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Amor é a coisa que mais quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #dfbfff; color: #7f007f; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ronaud.com/frases-pensamentos-citacoes-de/adelia-prado&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot; style=&quot;color: #1155cc;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Adélia Prado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/3634815663232335072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/08/simplesmente-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/3634815663232335072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/3634815663232335072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/08/simplesmente-amor.html' title='Simplesmente amor '/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-1943925700561505110</id><published>2013-08-09T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-09T05:14:29.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Há mulheres que dizem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Meu marido, se quiser pescar, pesque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;mas que limpe os peixes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Eu não. A qualquer hora da noite me levanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;ajudo a escamar, abrir, retalhar e salgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;É tão bom, só a gente sozinhos na cozinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;de vez em quando os cotovelos se esbarram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;ele fala coisas como “este foi difícil”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;“prateou no ar dando rabanadas”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;e faz o gesto com a mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;O silêncio de quando nos vimos a primeira vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;atravessa a cozinha como um rio profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Por fim, os peixes na travessa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;vamos dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Coisas prateadas espocam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;somos noivo e noiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Adélia Prado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/1943925700561505110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/08/casamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/1943925700561505110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/1943925700561505110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/08/casamento.html' title='Casamento'/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-614631985452836338</id><published>2013-08-09T05:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-09T05:10:43.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se é bom ou se é mau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19.453125px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-top: 0.7em; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;
Um homem muito rico, ao morrer, deixou suas terras para seus filhos. Todos eles receberam terras férteis e belas, com exceção do mais novo, para quem sobrou um charco inútil para a agricultura. Seus amigos se entristeceram com isso e o visitaram, lamentando a injustiça que lhe havia sido feita. Mas ele só lhes disse uma coisa:&lt;/div&gt;
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“ Se é bom ou se é mal, só o futuro dirá”&lt;/div&gt;
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No ano seguinte, uma seca terrível se abateu sobre o país, e as terras dos seus irmãos foram devastadas: Mas o charco do irmão mais novo se transformou em um oásis fértil e belo. Ele ficou rico e comprou um lindo cavalo branco por um preço altíssimo. Seus amigos organizaram uma festa porque coisa tão maravilhosa tinha acontecido. Mas dele só ouviram uma coisa: “ Se é bom ou se é mal, só o futuro dirá”&lt;/div&gt;
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No dia seguinte seu cavalo de raça fugiu e foi grande tristeza. Seus amigos vieram e lamentaram o acontecido. Mas o que o homem lhes disse foi: [I]“ Se é bom ou se é mal, só o futuro dirá&lt;/div&gt;
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Passados sete dias o cavalo voltou trazendo consigo dez lindos cavalos selvagens. Vieram os amigos celebrar essa nova riqueza, mas o que ouviram foram as palavras de sempre:&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;“ Se é bom ou se é mal, só o futuro dirá”&lt;/div&gt;
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No dia seguinte seu filho sem juízo montou um cavalo selvagem. O cavalo corcoveou e o lançou longe. O moço quebrou uma perna. Voltaram os amigos para lamentar as desgraças: [“Se é bom ou se é mal, só o futuro dirá”, o pai o repetiu. Passados poucos dias, vieram os soldados o rei para levar os jovens para a guerra. Todos os moços tiveram de partir, menos o seu filho de perna quebrada, os amigos se alegraram e vieram festejar. O pai viu tudo e só disse uma coisa: “Se é bom ou se é mal, só o futuro dirá”&lt;/div&gt;
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Rubem Alves&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/614631985452836338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/08/se-e-bom-ou-se-e-mau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/614631985452836338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/614631985452836338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/08/se-e-bom-ou-se-e-mau.html' title='Se é bom ou se é mau'/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-746785704599922911</id><published>2013-07-30T08:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-30T08:18:24.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sê</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Se não puderes ser um pinheiro, no topo de uma colina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Sê um arbusto no vale mas sê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;O melhor arbusto à margem do regato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Se não puderes ser um ramo, sê um pouco de relva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;E dá alegria a algum caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Se não puderes ser uma estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Sê apenas uma senda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Se não puderes ser o Sol, sê uma estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Mas sê o melhor no que quer que sejas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/746785704599922911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/07/se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/746785704599922911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/746785704599922911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/07/se.html' title='Sê'/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-9064741625232186189</id><published>2013-07-24T14:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-24T14:06:25.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTEÚDOS PARA A PROVA DE LITERATURA 1ª SÉRIE DO E.M</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Literatura na Idade Média: Trovadorismo e Humanismo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Proposição O auto era uma peça teatral curta, e seu conteúdo &lt;b&gt;tinha cunho &amp;nbsp;religioso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
Proposição A farsa era uma peça teatral curta, e seu conteúdo &lt;b&gt;envolvia situações ridículas e grotescas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
Proposição A palavra teocentrismo refere-se a uma visão de mundo cristã, que afirma a perfeição e a superioridade de &lt;b&gt;Deus, &lt;/b&gt;centro de todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;
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Proposição &lt;b&gt;Nas cortes dos senhores feudais, &lt;/b&gt;centros de atividade artística da Europa medieval, exibiam-se os jograis.&lt;br /&gt;
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Proposição Unindo poesia e música, os textos medievais eram divulgados de&lt;b&gt; forma oral&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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UM MUNDO EM MUDANÇA&lt;br /&gt;
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Contexto - Obras como &lt;i&gt;A divina comédia&lt;/i&gt; ressaltavam a importância do ser humano, o desejo de compreender e explicar as coisas do mundo, da vida e da morte, o que revela o início de um afastamento do teocentrismo medieval.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
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Desenvolvimento do &lt;b&gt;comércio ---------- &lt;/b&gt;Atração dos camponeses para os&lt;b&gt; burgos ---------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Necessidade de uma formação mais sólida ----------- Surgimento d&lt;b&gt;a burguesia--------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Resgate da cultura&lt;b&gt; da Antiguidade clássica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Contexto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Humanismo - Movimento artístico e intelectual que surgiu na itália no final da Idade Média e alcançou plena maturidade no Renascimento. o foco dos humanistas era o ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;
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Antropocentrismo - Atitude ou doutrina que considera o ser humano como centro de todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;
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Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A visão antropocêntrica é característica da cultura &lt;b&gt;greco-latina &lt;/b&gt;e contrapõe-se ao &lt;b&gt;teocentrismo medieval.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Humanismo ---- Onde surgiu = Itália --------Quando surgiu = no final da Idade Média séc. XIV -----Período que alcançou maturidade = Renascimento&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;O PROJETO LITERÁRIO DO HUMANISMO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Contexto &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Mundo medieval &amp;nbsp;---------------------------------------- Mundo moderno&lt;br /&gt;
Produção cultural subordinada à &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Resgate dos valores clássicos e um olhar mais&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Igreja católica &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Racional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Guia de estudo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Causa: Invenção da prensa&lt;br /&gt;
Consequência: Possibilidade de que os escritores e poetas explorem novos recursos de linguagem que não dependem da oralidade e da memória.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Humanismo&lt;br /&gt;
Local de produção &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Modo de circulação &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Público a que se destina&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;corte &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; oral &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;homens e mulheres da nobreza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Metonímia&lt;br /&gt;
Conceito &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Importância no Humanismo &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
ocorre quando se opta por uma palavra &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;os poetas recorrem a essa figura de linguagem&lt;br /&gt;
no lugar de outra &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;para melhor ilustrar o efeito do amor no eu-lírico&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Exemplo&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Olhos com que vos olhasse,&lt;br /&gt;
Coração com que consentisse,&lt;br /&gt;
língua que me condenasse&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A PRODUÇÃO DO HUMANISMO EM PORTUGAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Contexto&lt;br /&gt;
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Poesia - a produção poética passa por uma crise, pois entre 1350 e 1450 não se tem notícias de textos poéticos em Portugal. A poesia surge renovada e separada da música durante o reinado de D. Afonso V em meados do séc. XV&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Prosa - Há o apogeu da crônica historiográfica e da prosa doutrinária, tipo de manual que apresenta normas e modelos de comportamento para os fidalgos da corte.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Teatro - Destaca-se a produção teatral de Gil Vicente, que faz um retrato vivo da sociedade portuguesa da época.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fernão Lopes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Sua nomeação como cronista-mor do reino, em 1434, é considerada o marco inicial do humanismo português.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Crônica de El-rei D. Pedro I, Crônica de El-rei D. Fernando e crônica de El-rei D. João &amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Importância que dá ao povo, tratado por ele como coadjuvante da história dos reis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Poesia palaciana&lt;br /&gt;
Tema &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Forma&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;amor &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tipo de verso &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Formas poéticas regulares&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Representado de modo &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Metro fixo, com destaque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;menos idealizado&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;para as redondilhas&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trova, vilancete, cantiga &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; e esparsa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a. métrica regular&lt;br /&gt;
b. estrofes com menor números de versos&lt;br /&gt;
c. uso de glosas que retomavam o mote&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;ALVO - Paço Real&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;CRÍTICAS - Os indivíduos, jamais as instituições&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;CARÁTER - &amp;nbsp;Moralizante, enaltecendo as virtudes e condenando os vicios.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;FUNÇÃO - representar por meio de personagens ou objetos, ideias abstratas, geralmente relacionadas aos vícios e às virtudes humanas.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;EXEMPLO - o agiota, no Auto da barca do inferno.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Teatro de Gil Vicente&lt;br /&gt;
Farsas &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt; Autos de moralidade &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Autos pastoris&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
farsa de Inês Pereira e &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Auto da barca do inferno&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Auto pastoril português e&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;O velho da Horta &amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Auto da barca do purgatório e &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Auto pastoril da serra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Auto da barca da glória&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;u&gt;X&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O fidalgo é apontado como tirano, pouco preocupado com as necessidades do povo.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/5358852157042739093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/07/respostas-da-2-apostila-humanismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/5358852157042739093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/5358852157042739093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/07/respostas-da-2-apostila-humanismo.html' title='RESPOSTAS DA 2ª APOSTILA - HUMANISMO'/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-6724874738031143280</id><published>2013-07-24T12:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-24T12:12:47.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPOSTAS DA 1ª APOSTILA DE HUMANISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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ENEM E VESTIBULARES&lt;br /&gt;
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1- a&lt;br /&gt;
2- a&lt;br /&gt;
3- a) O velho se refere ao fato de ter sido malsucedido em sua tentativa de conquistar uma moça. Nessa tentativa ele perdeu parte do seu dinheiro. Além disso, ele foi ridicularizado e desprezado pela moça que assediou, revelando nesse trecho seu desconsolo amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
b) Branca Gil é a alcoviteira que foi contratada pelo Velho para servir de intermediária na sua tentativa de sedução. Como ela guardava para si o dinheiro que ele lhe entregava para comprar presentes para a moça, é punida pela prática de alcovitagem e também por ter roubado o dinheiro do sedutor.&lt;br /&gt;
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c) A atitude da alcoviteira é considerada paradoxal porque ela revela altivez e destemor diante da prisão.&lt;br /&gt;
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4- a&lt;br /&gt;
5- d&lt;br /&gt;
6- a&lt;br /&gt;
7- c&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Estou
aqui mais uma vez na frente dessa tela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Confesso
que gosto de gerir um texto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Seja
qual for ou de qualquer finalidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Sinto
nesse momento a ansiedade &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;De
sentir o prazer, a plenitude, o gozo e,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;A
ejaculação como um riso dado espontaneamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Em
um momento especial&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;E
logo depois começo a sentir como uma mulher grávida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;O
crescimento do seu filho em seu ventre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;A
formação concreta de cada pedaço,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;De
cada extensão da sua criação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;No
ventre de meus pensamentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Começo
a gerir o meu texto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Cansado,
suado, sofrido, mas sublime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;E
já contemplado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Ao
vê-lo pronto diante de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;A
tela é o berço e as palavras escritas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;São
como ossos que se unem formando o meu fruto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;O
fruto do ventre dos meus pensamentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;(Pseudônimo: Eleonora Moura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/6681695907669151719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-tela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/6681695907669151719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/6681695907669151719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-tela.html' title='A tela'/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-2470390165136132088</id><published>2013-06-01T08:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-01T08:29:28.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITERATURA É EXPRESSÃO DE UMA ÉPOCA</title><content type='html'>RESPOSTAS (Para correção da atividade da disciplina literatura do 1º ano EM )&lt;br /&gt;
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Conhecimentos pressupostos&lt;br /&gt;
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B&lt;br /&gt;
A&lt;br /&gt;
C&lt;br /&gt;
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Contexto&lt;br /&gt;
Estilo de época - São os traços comuns na produção literária de uma mesma época&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Estilo individual - É o uso particular que um escritor ou um poeta faz dos elementos que distinguem uma estética&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
X Valorização da vida pastoril&lt;br /&gt;
X exaltação da natureza&lt;br /&gt;
X utilização do soneto&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Contexto&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;historiografia literária , escolas ou movimentos literários&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guia de estudo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Trovadorismo- Teocentrismo; novelas de cavalaria&lt;br /&gt;
Classicismo- séc. XVI; antropocentrismo; harmonia&lt;br /&gt;
Barroco - retomada dos valores cristãos&lt;br /&gt;
Neoclassicismo - séc. XVIII; recuperação de modelos clássicos&lt;br /&gt;
Romantismo- predomínio da emoção; idealização&lt;br /&gt;
Realismo/naturalismo- cientificismo; determinismo&lt;br /&gt;
Simbolismo- fim do séc. XIX; predomínio da subjetividade&lt;br /&gt;
Modernismo- originalidade; ruptura com o passado&lt;br /&gt;
Pós-modernismo- séc. XX; denúncia social&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Diagrama&lt;br /&gt;
Romantismo ---- Simbolismo&lt;br /&gt;
Classicismo ----Neoclassicismo&lt;br /&gt;
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Teste seus conhecimentos&lt;br /&gt;
S &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;D&lt;br /&gt;
D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; D&lt;br /&gt;
S &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;S&lt;br /&gt;
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font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Canção da tarde no campo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Caminho do campo verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;estrada depois de estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Cerca de flores, palmeiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;serra azul, água calada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Eu ando sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;no meio do vale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Mas a tarde é minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Meus pés vão pisando a terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Que é a imagem da minha vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;tão vazia, mas tão bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;tão certa, mas tão perdida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Eu ando sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;por cima de pedras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Mas a tarde é minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Os meus passos no caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;são como os passos da lua;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;vou chegando, vai fugindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;minha alma é a sombra da tua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Eu ando sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;por dentro de bosques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Mas a fonte é minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;De tanto olhar para longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;não vejo o que passa perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;meu peito é puro deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; 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Asas abertas! O que trago&lt;br /&gt;Em mim? Eu oiço bocas silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;Murmurar-me as palavras misteriosas&lt;br /&gt;Que perturbam meu ser como um afago!&lt;br /&gt;E, nesta febre ansiosa que me invade,&lt;br /&gt;Dispo a minha mortalha, o meu burel,&lt;br /&gt;E já não sou, Amor, Soror Saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Olhos a arder em êxtases de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Boca a saber a sol, a fruto, a mel:&lt;br /&gt;Sou a charneca rude a abrir em flor!&lt;br /&gt;
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Que abandono!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A chuva é a música de um poema de Verlaine ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E vem-me o sonho de uma véspera solene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Em certo paço, já sem data e já sem dono ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Véspera triste como a noite, que envenene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A alma, evocando coisas líricas de outono ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;... Num velho paço, muito longe, em terra estranha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Com muita névoa pelos ombros da montanha ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Paço de imensos corredores espectrais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Onde murmurem velhos órgãos árias mortas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Enquanto o vento, estrepitando pelas portas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revira in-fólios, cancioneiros e missais ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.234375px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/feeds/571213669432674398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-chuva-chove-mansamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/571213669432674398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916796048449426581/posts/default/571213669432674398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritamoreiraprof.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-chuva-chove-mansamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Rita Moreira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17792032489186270528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnOkTXTrnaVvyCM_pLODJfmCkMHXmLKTRfh2Uof55tol09unMtXji8gPCJokF1ySlFtfSa8U5A7eEdOkaNZ3MClf1OyuahC5dftVFOSBuflyq5i6eJTq7yBFfdTTT4A/s113/rita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916796048449426581.post-6087729630489758777</id><published>2013-01-05T11:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T11:50:11.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem Sabe um Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Quem sabe um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;
Quem sabe um seremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;
Quem sabe um viveremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;
Quem sabe um morreremos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Quem é que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;
Quem é macho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;
Quem é fêmea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;
Quem é humano, apenas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;
Sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe de mim e de si&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe de nós&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe ser um!&lt;br /&gt;
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Um dia&lt;br /&gt;
Um mês&lt;br /&gt;
Um ano&lt;br /&gt;
Um(a) vida!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sentir primeiro, pensar depois&lt;br /&gt;
Perdoar primeiro, julgar depois&lt;br /&gt;
Amar primeiro, educar depois&lt;br /&gt;
Esquecer primeiro, aprender depois&lt;br /&gt;
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Libertar primeiro, ensinar depois&lt;br /&gt;
Alimentar primeiro, cantar depois&lt;br /&gt;
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Possuir primeiro, contemplar depois&lt;br /&gt;
Agir primeiro, julgar depois&lt;br /&gt;
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Navegar primeiro, aportar depois&lt;br /&gt;
Viver primeiro, morrer depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Era uma vez&lt;/div&gt;
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um gato chinês&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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que morava em Xangai&lt;/div&gt;
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sem mãe e sem pai,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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que sorria amarelo&lt;/div&gt;
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para o Rio Amarelo,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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com seu olhos puxados,&lt;/div&gt;
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um pra cada lado.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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Era um gato mais preto&lt;/div&gt;
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que tinha nanquim,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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de bigodes compridos&lt;/div&gt;
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feito mandarim,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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que quando espirrava&lt;/div&gt;
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só fazia &quot;chin!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Era um gato esquisito:&lt;/div&gt;
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comia com palitos&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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e quando tinha fome&lt;/div&gt;
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miava &quot;ming-au!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
mas lambia o mingau&lt;/div&gt;
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com sua língua de pau.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não era um bicho mau&lt;/div&gt;
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esse gato chinês,&lt;/div&gt;
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era até legal.&lt;/div&gt;
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Quer que eu conte outra vez?&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;José Paulo Paes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Para os alunos da 5ª A e B do Colégio Celestina&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Baskerville Old Face&#39;, serif; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&quot;Uma noite de lua pálida e gerânios&lt;br /&gt;
ele virá com a boca e mão incríveis&lt;br /&gt;
tocar flauta no jardim.&lt;br /&gt;
Estou no começo do meu dessespero&lt;br /&gt;
e só vejo dois caminhos:&lt;br /&gt;
ou viro doida ou santa.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu que rejeito e exprobo&lt;br /&gt;
o que não for natural como sangue e veias&lt;br /&gt;
descubro que estou chorando todo dia,&lt;br /&gt;
os cabelos entristecidos,&lt;br /&gt;
a pele assaltada de indecisão.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando ele vier, porque é certo que vem,&lt;br /&gt;
de que modo vou chegar ao balcão sem juventude?&lt;br /&gt;
A lua, os gerânios e ele serão os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;
- só a mulher entre as coisas envelhece.&lt;br /&gt;
De que modo vou abrir a janela,se não for doida?&lt;br /&gt;
Como a fecharei, se não for santa?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: blue; color: orange; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Olha
o tempero freguesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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todo dia ao acordar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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cantar da menina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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o tempero freguesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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sol nem bem nasceu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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aquele cheiro verde a disseminar pela rua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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bom dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: blue; color: yellow; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 150%;&quot;&gt;Rita Moreira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“Veja, eu vivia uma vida que não vivo;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não via saída, como as vejo;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não encontrava as oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;
como as que me deparo;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não enxergava as coisas como as vejo agora.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu rompi paradigmas no auge de minha juventude;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu contornei os obstáculos das juventudes&lt;br /&gt;
para seguir em frente;&lt;/div&gt;
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Então fiz opções um tanto inusitadas para o meu contexto;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pela busca de viver um ciclo diferente e próspero adiante.&lt;/div&gt;
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Apesar dos pesares, escutei as boas palavras;&lt;/div&gt;
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E notei a importância de saber para onde ir&lt;br /&gt;
e de viver diferente;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pelo que lutar e como realizar os sonhos que se renovam;&lt;/div&gt;
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Para que brilhasse a minha luz,&lt;br /&gt;
por onde quer que eu fosse”.&lt;/div&gt;
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