<?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-5563276593491028581</id><updated>2011-09-29T13:42:55.416+01:00</updated><category term='Natal'/><category term='Dia da Terra'/><category term='As Nossas Experiências'/><title type='text'>eb1 - Paialvo</title><subtitle type='html'>A nossa Escola, a nossa aldeia, o nosso mundo!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-3158516457013698582</id><published>2009-02-18T12:10:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:20:57.741Z</updated><title type='text'>O Carnaval na nossa Escola, nasceu nos livros das histórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SbAhz0DrCPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uSHeX4rlpp4/s1600-h/P1010001+-+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309781134700906738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SbAhz0DrCPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uSHeX4rlpp4/s400/P1010001+-+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carnaval 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No Carnaval de 2009, os meninos do Jardim de Infância de Paialvo vestiram-se de livros e nós de personagens das histórias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Primeiro nós fizemos os projectos: cada um escolheu a personagem de que se queria mascarar, pesquisou em livros e na internet e desenhou o seu fato, com os adereços que pretendia usar. Em seguida tirámos medidas e calculámos o material que era preciso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entrámos então na fase de fazer os fatos. Foi muito divertido. Estávamos ansiosos pelo dia do desfile. Como é hábito, ajudámo-nos uns aos outros e o resultado foi este que podem ver na fotografia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na sexta-feira, dia 20 de Fevereiro, desfilámos pela nossa aldeia. O senhor Agente da Escola Segura e alguns pais acompanharam-nos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi assim mais um Carnaval na nossa Escola!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inári e David - 3º ano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-3158516457013698582?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/3158516457013698582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=3158516457013698582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/3158516457013698582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/3158516457013698582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-carnaval-na-nossa-escola-nasceu-nos.html' title='O Carnaval na nossa Escola, nasceu nos livros das histórias'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SbAhz0DrCPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uSHeX4rlpp4/s72-c/P1010001+-+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-7982806419234809409</id><published>2009-02-18T11:12:00.016Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:35:28.056Z</updated><title type='text'>O Carnaval aproxima-se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na nossa escola costumamos festejar o Carnaval. Escolhemos um tema, construímos os nossos fatos e desfilamos pelas ruas da aldeia na sexta - feira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fomos ao álbum das fotos e recordámos os anos anteriores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304098646755363954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SZvxne17zHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1UyxWTiscX4/s400/IM000155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fevereiro de 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alegria dos Palhaços invadiu a Escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SZyWiTDNW7I/AAAAAAAAARE/Hwz4K7i1qUs/s1600-h/carnaval+068+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304279977109052338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SZyWiTDNW7I/AAAAAAAAARE/Hwz4K7i1qUs/s400/carnaval+068+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fevereiro de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os Super heróis chegaram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SZyYgEWQxBI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZjvHT5rZUEg/s1600-h/Carnaval+e+Arte+007+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304282137825952786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SZyYgEWQxBI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZjvHT5rZUEg/s400/Carnaval+e+Arte+007+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fevereiro de 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tema foi a reciclagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SZyaMhHkaMI/AAAAAAAAARk/3oXzn-gnjY4/s1600-h/P5300014+-+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304284000974825666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SZyaMhHkaMI/AAAAAAAAARk/3oXzn-gnjY4/s400/P5300014+-+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fevereiro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixem passar os Templários e suas damas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa história reinou no Carnaval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como vai ser este ano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos revelar nos próximos dias! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-7982806419234809409?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/7982806419234809409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=7982806419234809409' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/7982806419234809409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/7982806419234809409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-carnaval-aproxima-se_18.html' title='O Carnaval aproxima-se...'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SZvxne17zHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1UyxWTiscX4/s72-c/IM000155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-7066999182496473456</id><published>2009-02-05T11:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:19:24.587Z</updated><title type='text'>"Histórias Partilhadas, abrem Janelas Encantadas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Demos início ao Projecto "Histórias Partilhadas, abrem Janelas Encantadas"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O projecto consiste na construção de histórias, envolvendo todas as Escolas do 1º Ciclo da Freguesia de Paialvo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma Escola inicia a História e envia o seu trabalho para a Escola seguinte que vai escrever um novo episódio. A história percorre as diferentes escolas e o seu final será escrito por quem lhe deu início.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SYrkqlaqKOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FeaWDIlKvUA/s1600-h/digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299299331804375266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 470px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SYrkqlaqKOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FeaWDIlKvUA/s400/digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SYrlhV9lDyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yOacXlyj7mY/s1600-h/digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299300272548679458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 437px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SYrlhV9lDyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yOacXlyj7mY/s400/digitalizar0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta foi a história, a que a nossa escola deu início... Agora estamos à espera (muito curiosos) para saber o que os nossos colegas vão fazer com os nossos heróis! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que irá acontecer à Catarina, ao João e ao Tiago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se quiserem saber, espreitem o nosso Blogue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vamos colocar aqui a continuação da História, logo que ela nos chegue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-7066999182496473456?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/7066999182496473456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=7066999182496473456' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/7066999182496473456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/7066999182496473456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2009/02/historias-partilhadas-abrem-janelas.html' title='&quot;Histórias Partilhadas, abrem Janelas Encantadas&quot;'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SYrkqlaqKOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FeaWDIlKvUA/s72-c/digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-2161947371435677770</id><published>2009-01-16T13:16:00.022Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:42:23.315Z</updated><title type='text'>CANTAR AS JANEIRAS NO CENTRO DE DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantar as Janeiras no Centro de Dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291911759129611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SXCltQmiDVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/rJwJJEWdswI/s400/digitalizar0001.jpg+reis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá amiguinhos !! Bom ano! No dia 5 de Janeiro, a carrinha do Centro de Dia de Paialvo veio buscar-nos. Fomos cantar as canções que o nosso professor de música nos ensinou e que tínhamos cantado na festa de Natal da Escola. Os meninos do Jardim-de-Infância também foram. Os idosos do Centro de Dia cantaram-nos as Janeiras e tocaram instrumentos. Os meninos do Jardim-de-infância tocaram, cantaram e dançaram. Deram-nos rebuçados e um marcador de livros a cada um. Nós gostámos muito de ouvir os idosos e as idosas. Eles também gostaram de nos ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto escrito em grupo - Ivo, Samuel, David, André e Inári&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SXCpJjF4ibI/AAAAAAAAAPA/v_qsdgnvXmY/s1600-h/digitalizar0001.jpg+desenho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291915543664167346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SXCpJjF4ibI/AAAAAAAAAPA/v_qsdgnvXmY/s400/digitalizar0001.jpg+desenho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SXCnqDKaCNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/crFdIlvMLU0/s1600-h/05-01-09_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291913903005632722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 549px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SXCnqDKaCNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/crFdIlvMLU0/s320/05-01-09_1100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SXCUvXXFEcI/AAAAAAAAANY/-HxVIQJ1G4k/s1600-h/05-01-09_1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANTAR AS JANEIRAS NO CENTRO DE DIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-2161947371435677770?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/2161947371435677770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=2161947371435677770' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/2161947371435677770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/2161947371435677770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2009/01/cantar-as-janeiras-no-centro-de-dia.html' title='CANTAR AS JANEIRAS NO CENTRO DE DIA'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SXCltQmiDVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/rJwJJEWdswI/s72-c/digitalizar0001.jpg+reis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-548061369380698741</id><published>2008-12-11T14:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:51:54.251Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SUEoI4o9kHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QXuOLJTOQ6w/s1600-h/Andr%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278544371363188850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SUEoI4o9kHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QXuOLJTOQ6w/s400/Andr%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Exposição de Presépios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neste fim-de-semana, &lt;strong&gt;dias 13 e 14 de Dezembro&lt;/strong&gt;, na &lt;strong&gt;Sociedade Filarmónica Payalvense Manoel Mattos&lt;/strong&gt;, em &lt;strong&gt;Paialvo&lt;/strong&gt;, vão poder ver uma exposição de Presépios construídos por nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;São 15 Presépios feitos de materiais aproveitados: cartão, rolos de papel higiénico, garrafas de iogurte e de água, jornais, tecidos caixas de sapatos e de papelão, lã, carinhos de linha, sementes, paus de gelado e pinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Usámos ainda pasta de modelar e tintas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venham visitar-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOAS FESTAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-548061369380698741?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/548061369380698741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=548061369380698741' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/548061369380698741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/548061369380698741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/12/exposio-de-prespios-neste-fim-de-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SUEoI4o9kHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QXuOLJTOQ6w/s72-c/Andr%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-2454720146473385595</id><published>2008-12-03T00:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:56:12.678Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Contos de Natal - as nossas produções</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXXYynwznI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rHljFAMQGuE/s1600-h/P1010228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275359359439785586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXXYynwznI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rHljFAMQGuE/s400/P1010228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Natal e a Estrela Cintilante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma estrela cintilante que vivia no céu. Uma vez, só uma vez, ela caiu.&lt;br /&gt;Um menino viu-a no chão, e levou-a com ele. A mãe e o pai do menino deitaram a estrela lá para fora porque acharam que ela não podia viver dentro de uma casa.&lt;br /&gt;Era Natal e como o menino recebeu muitas prendas, depressa esqueceu a estrela. A estrela aproveitou um vento forte e viajou de volta ao céu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, depois do Natal, o menino lembrou-se da Estrela que tinha encontrado. Como viram o menino triste, os pais mudaram de ideias. Então, voaram de avião até ao espaço e foram buscar uma estrela cintilante.&lt;br /&gt;O menino sorriu e agradeceu aos pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pais também gostam muito de mim e se eu estivesse triste eles faziam tudo para me ver sorrir. Por isso eu também gosto muito deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Bruna – 2º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-2454720146473385595?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/2454720146473385595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=2454720146473385595' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/2454720146473385595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/2454720146473385595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/12/contos-de-natal-as-nossas-produes.html' title='Contos de Natal - as nossas produções'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXXYynwznI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rHljFAMQGuE/s72-c/P1010228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-8139169230380961425</id><published>2008-12-03T00:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:39:00.815Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Contos de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXUvQHvRWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5KhmBYcA430/s1600-h/P1010234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275356446780769634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXUvQHvRWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5KhmBYcA430/s400/P1010234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O nascimento de Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma mulher chamada Maria. Um anjo foi ter com ela e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Não tenhas medo, eu só te venho dizer que Deus quer que tu sejas mãe do seu filho!&lt;br /&gt;- Mas não posso aceitar, eu nem sequer sou casada!&lt;br /&gt;- Não te preocupes, nós tratamos disso. – respondeu o anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Maria não acreditou.&lt;br /&gt;Deus foi ter José e disse-lhe.:&lt;br /&gt;- Eu quero que tu sejas o pai do meu filho e ele vai chamar-se Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas nem sequer sou casado!&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde Maria e José encontraram-se e José disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Acreditas que Deus veio falar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;-Acredito porque um anjo também me veio falar.&lt;br /&gt;-Queres casar comigo? – perguntou José.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim.- respondeu Maria.&lt;br /&gt;Depois eles casaram-se.&lt;br /&gt;O Rei ouviu falar que ia nascer o rei dos reis. Como queria ser ele a governar sozinho, mandou matar todos os bebés que nasciam naquela altura. José e Maria tiveram de fugir e Jesus nasceu em segurança, na cidade de Belém. Jesus viveu para trazer o bem ao nosso Planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                           André - 3ºano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-8139169230380961425?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/8139169230380961425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=8139169230380961425' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/8139169230380961425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/8139169230380961425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/12/contos-de-natal.html' title='Contos de Natal'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXUvQHvRWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5KhmBYcA430/s72-c/P1010234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-1439270092834048763</id><published>2008-12-03T00:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:32:00.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Presépios com Histórias nascem nas nossas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXPw_JbFoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LZIejNfvRmw/s1600-h/P1010184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275350979026032258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXPw_JbFoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LZIejNfvRmw/s400/P1010184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Por isso, “Presépios com Histórias nasceram nas nossas mãos”!&lt;br /&gt;Imaginámos, recolhemos material reciclado e projectámos os nossos Presépios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois recortámos, montámos, modelámos, colámos, pintámos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXRkQ4x1OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dik4pJnmfrk/s1600-h/P1010231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275352959473013986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXRkQ4x1OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dik4pJnmfrk/s400/P1010231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceram assim 15 presépios diferentes!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos organizar uma exposição com todos estes trabalhos… estejam atentos às notícias neste blogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-1439270092834048763?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/1439270092834048763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=1439270092834048763' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/1439270092834048763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/1439270092834048763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/12/prespios-com-histrias-nascem-nas-nossas.html' title='Presépios com Histórias nascem nas nossas mãos'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STXPw_JbFoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LZIejNfvRmw/s72-c/P1010184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-4455827865771495592</id><published>2008-11-04T14:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:52:55.595Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Todos os Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SRBhJGGJbCI/AAAAAAAAALo/klvi35cRGtU/s1600-h/dese+bolinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264814773279222818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SRBhJGGJbCI/AAAAAAAAALo/klvi35cRGtU/s320/dese+bolinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia de Todos os Santos, às 10 h da manhã, eu fui pedir bolinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre, levei um saco de pão antigo de renda e disse como habitualmente:&lt;br /&gt;- “Bolinhos, bolinhos em louvor dos seus Santinhos!”&lt;br /&gt;Davam-nos broas, bolachas, rebuçados, etc.…&lt;br /&gt;Fui com a minha irmã, com a Beatriz e com o Bernardo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu e os meus amigos (que foram comigo) percorremos Paialvo inteiro, de uma ponta à outra.&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito engraçado e quando eu e a minha irmã fomos separar os doces e as outras coisas, tínhamos alimentação quase para um quartel de tropas.&lt;br /&gt;A minha irmã diz que em Santa Cita dão 50€. Eu não acredito, mas se fosse verdade eu ia lá pedir bolinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava de ter mais, mas isso era ser ganancioso e depois os outros meninos não podiam ter doces porque eu tinha ficado com tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia muito alegre e divertido, apesar dos cães à solta…que me assustaram no caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim achei este dia perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel – 4º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-4455827865771495592?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/4455827865771495592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=4455827865771495592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/4455827865771495592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/4455827865771495592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/11/dia-de-todos-os-santos.html' title='Dia de Todos os Santos'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SRBhJGGJbCI/AAAAAAAAALo/klvi35cRGtU/s72-c/dese+bolinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-4993110284227573367</id><published>2008-11-04T13:26:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:07:21.682Z</updated><title type='text'>Festa dos Santos e dos Bolinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STAM8jFQANI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Cl6Lo2wKyWU/s1600-h/capa+receitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273729397999796434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STAM8jFQANI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Cl6Lo2wKyWU/s400/capa+receitas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Festa dos Santos e dos bolinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia de Todos os Santos, dia 1 de Novembro comemora-se a Festa de Todos os Santos e Mártires, conhecidos ou não. Nesse dia há uma missa solene de Todos os Santos.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer bolinhos é tradição antiga. Não se sabe muito bem de onde veio. Será que algum dos Santos era guloso?&lt;br /&gt;Os bolinhos simbolizam uma oferta dos Santos. Por isso se pede ``Pão por Deus ´´ ou ``Dê bolinhos em louvor dos seus Santinhos! ´´.&lt;br /&gt;Já no tempo dos nossos avós, era costume as crianças pedirem os Bolinhos neste dia. Como era raro comer doces, as crianças esperavam-no ansiosamente. Levantavam-se cedo, juntavam-se em grupo e iam à missa. Depois da missa, iam logo pedir os “Bolinhos” pela terra e pelas terras vizinhas. Diziam que nos Vales davam sempre romãs maduras e por isso todos lá queriam ir cedo!&lt;br /&gt;No final partilhavam e comiam as guloseimas que tinham recebido. Era uma festa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto colectivo, escrito pelos alunos da escola do 1º ciclo de Paialvo. As informações foram recolhidas por entrevistas realizadas aos pais, avós e vizinhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na Escola também fizémos Bolinhos. Foram cozidos no forno da Padaria de Paialvo e ficaram muito saborosos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A nossa receita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOLOS DE LEITE E FRUTOS SECOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STAIbURKoII/AAAAAAAAALw/m12xgYYHX2Y/s1600-h/bolinhos_53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273724429041049730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STAIbURKoII/AAAAAAAAALw/m12xgYYHX2Y/s400/bolinhos_53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 kg de farinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 kg de açúcar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;0,5 kg de açúcar amarelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2,5 l de azeite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;0,5 l de leite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 ovos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;canela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;erva-doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;raspa de limão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;frutos secos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Misturam-se os ingredientes, moldam-se as broas e cozem-se no forno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOM APETITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-4993110284227573367?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/4993110284227573367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=4993110284227573367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/4993110284227573367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/4993110284227573367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/11/festa-dos-santos-e-dos-bolinhos.html' title='Festa dos Santos e dos Bolinhos'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/STAM8jFQANI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Cl6Lo2wKyWU/s72-c/capa+receitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-998273000673236146</id><published>2008-10-29T13:22:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:49:43.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SQhv1pYc0yI/AAAAAAAAALI/hqlh7bxu7jw/s1600-h/pombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SQhtMgqW0KI/AAAAAAAAALA/scaCp6xL-BY/s1600-h/formiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262576226275872930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SQhtMgqW0KI/AAAAAAAAALA/scaCp6xL-BY/s320/formiga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Formiga e o Pombo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma formiga com sede que foi beber água a um lago. Porém, a formiga ao beber água caiu no lago. Ela pediu ajuda a um pombo que ali passava:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, senhor pombo, salve-me desta situação!&lt;br /&gt;Sem dizer nada o pombo, pegou num pau e tirou a formiga.&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias depois, um caçador foi à mata. Quando ele viu o pombo num ramo, apontou-lhe a arma.&lt;br /&gt;A formiga, que passava na mata naquele momento, subiu pela calça do caçador e fê-lo errar a pontaria.&lt;br /&gt;O pombo percebeu que era perseguido e fugiu.&lt;br /&gt;No fim do dia a formiga convidou o pombo:&lt;br /&gt;- Queres ir a minha casa?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, quero. Só tens de me dar a morada.&lt;br /&gt;- É na rua das formigas, número 26.&lt;br /&gt;- Está bem! Eu vou lá. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SQhzCN6lMaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/od-aU8v_t1I/s1600-h/pombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262582646514725282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SQhzCN6lMaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/od-aU8v_t1I/s320/pombo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A formiga foi preparar o jantar, mas quando o pombo chegou viu que não cabia dentro da casa.&lt;br /&gt;-Que grande problema! - disse a formiga.&lt;br /&gt;- Há uma solução! - disse o pombo. - Pode ser em minha casa? É numa nuvem!&lt;br /&gt;-Não, não! Eu tenho medo das alturas!&lt;br /&gt;-Então comemos ao relento! - disse o pombo.&lt;br /&gt;E lá foram eles comer sob a luz do luar.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um bom serão, apesar da diferença de tamanho dos dois amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, Samuel e Ivo – 4ºano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-998273000673236146?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/998273000673236146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=998273000673236146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/998273000673236146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/998273000673236146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/10/formiga-e-o-pombo-era-uma-vez-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SQhtMgqW0KI/AAAAAAAAALA/scaCp6xL-BY/s72-c/formiga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-3994949028766687206</id><published>2008-10-03T13:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:22:06.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A FREGUESIA DE PAIALVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SOYSJukMYDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qgBIeD-gYoc/s1600-h/pelourinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252905973702221874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SOYSJukMYDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qgBIeD-gYoc/s320/pelourinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PESQUISAMOS SOBRE A NOSSA FREGUESIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome de Paialvo veio do nome de Paio Alves (Era uma personagem histórica que morreu há muitos anos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta região há vestígios de uma cidade chamada cidade Concórdia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os seus habitantes eram Cristãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade foi quase destruída pelos Romanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paialvo foi importante por ter sido sede de concelho de relativa nomeada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelourinho é um imóvel de interesse público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O concelho de Paialvo foi extinto em 1836 e a freguesia anexada ao concelho de Tomar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                               David, André, Inari, Elsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-3994949028766687206?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/3994949028766687206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=3994949028766687206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/3994949028766687206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/3994949028766687206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/10/freguesia-de-paialvo.html' title='A FREGUESIA DE PAIALVO'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SOYSJukMYDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qgBIeD-gYoc/s72-c/pelourinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-6872517933511135254</id><published>2008-10-02T12:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:15:06.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTAMOS DE VOLTA !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temos muitas coisas para contar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este ano somos 15 alunos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temos duas alunas novas no 3º ano e uma nasceu na Finlândia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há 4 meninos no 1ºano, 3 no 2ºano, 5 no 3ºano e 3 no 4ºano. A Ana e o Nuno foram para outra escola. Que pena! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SOYKXuvUWJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cUV53ROmTbQ/s1600-h/Digitalizar0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252897418174027922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SOYKXuvUWJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cUV53ROmTbQ/s320/Digitalizar0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A nossa escola está mais moderna:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Temos uma campainha e um portão automático! Estamos muito mais seguros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- A iluminação, dentro e fora da sala, também é nova.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O início deste ano lectivo só não foi muito bom porque estivemos sem limpeza durante o mês de Setembro... agora já está resolvido esse problema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;David, Inari, André e Elsa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-6872517933511135254?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/6872517933511135254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=6872517933511135254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/6872517933511135254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/6872517933511135254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/10/estamos-de-volta.html' title='ESTAMOS DE VOLTA !!!'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SOYKXuvUWJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cUV53ROmTbQ/s72-c/Digitalizar0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-4201038969968331616</id><published>2008-05-28T13:54:00.020+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:15:48.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Cinco Dedos de Ajuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205871841676970274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD74261dSSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/67tw45RRi6M/s320/M%C3%A3o.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;No dia 27 de Maio, a Associação Nacional dos Alistados das Formações Sanitárias &lt;strong&gt;(ANFS)&lt;/strong&gt;, Vieram à nossa Escola falar dos &lt;strong&gt;Cinco Gestos de Socorro&lt;/strong&gt;. O que aprendemos foi muito interessante e deve ser conhecido por todas as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Os Cinco Gestos de Socorro estão relacionados com os cinco dedos da nossa mão:&lt;br /&gt;· O Polegar é o gesto da Prevenção&lt;br /&gt;· O Indicador é o gesto do Alerta&lt;br /&gt;· O médio é o gesto de socorro ao inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;· O anelar é o gesto de socorro na hemorragia&lt;br /&gt;O mindinho é o gesto de socorro nas feridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O polegar é o dedo da Prevenção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD7xH61dSNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ttbuC4RjiSM/s1600-h/Bici.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205863337641724114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD7xH61dSNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ttbuC4RjiSM/s320/Bici.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos evitar muitos acidentes se cumprirmos regras simples de segurança:&lt;br /&gt;· Arrumar os brinquedos para que ninguém tropece neles;&lt;br /&gt;· Andar na bicicleta com capacete;&lt;br /&gt;· Atravessar nas passadeiras, quando o sinal estiver verde, mas sempre com atenção ao trânsito;&lt;br /&gt;· As crianças devem usar a cadeira de elevação com o cinto de segurança e viajar sempre no banco de trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivo, Filipe e Micael – 3º e 4º anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dedo Indicador é o dedo do Alerta e diz-nos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Só ligo para o 112 quando há uma verdadeira emergência.&lt;br /&gt;2. Quando ligo para o 112, digo sempre a morada do local onde estou. Se não souber, procuro dar uma referência e o número do telefone de onde estou a ligar.&lt;br /&gt;3. Explico com calma quem está doente, o que aconteceu e como ele está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;André e Marco – 2º ano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dedo Anelar ensina-nos como lidar com uma hemorragia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quando alguém da tua família ou amigo tem uma hemorragia (ferida grave), deves:&lt;br /&gt;1.Manter a calma e colocar uma compressa (ou um pano limpo sem pelos) em cima da ferida, comprimindo-a.&lt;br /&gt;2.Se for preciso coloca outra compressa em cima da primeira e continua a comprimir.&lt;br /&gt;3.Liga ao 112.&lt;br /&gt;4.Enquanto esperas pela ambulância, abre um pano e dá-lhe a forma triangular. Agarra com a mão no meio do lado maior e junta-lhe o vértice oposto. Volta a dobrar no sentido do comprimento, como se fosse uma gravata.&lt;br /&gt;5.Protege a ferida com esse pano enrolando-o com alguma força para manter a compressão e imobiliza o membro.&lt;br /&gt;6.Assim a ferida fica protegida dos micróbios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria e Samuel – 3º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD76Ya1dSUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EPHl5YFJSRQ/s1600-h/bra%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205873516714215746" style="CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD76Ya1dSUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EPHl5YFJSRQ/s320/bra%C3%A7o.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dedo médio é o gesto de socorro para o inconsciente&lt;/strong&gt;! Ele diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Tem cuidado! Se o teu avô estiver inconsciente tens de ver se está a respirar:&lt;br /&gt;1. Põe a mão na testa e levanta o seu queixo.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ao mesmo tempo põe a tua cara ao pé do nariz do teu avô e olha para a sua barriga. Procura escutar, sentir e ver a sua respiração enquanto contas até a dez.&lt;br /&gt;3. Em seguida pões o teu avô na posição lateral de segurança (PLS)&lt;br /&gt;4. Depois ligas para o 112.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205867589659347202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD70_a1dSQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R17ys7w7rQ0/s320/PLS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsa e David - 2º ano &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD77uq1dSVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ggy1e80i6hA/s1600-h/SCAN0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205874998477932882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD77uq1dSVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ggy1e80i6hA/s320/SCAN0180.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dedo Mínimo ensina-nos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Às vezes caímos e&lt;br /&gt;fazemos uma ferida.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos lavar a ferida&lt;br /&gt;com água e sabão.&lt;br /&gt;Depois pomos um penso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ana, Bernardo, Bruna e João&lt;br /&gt;1 º ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-4201038969968331616?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/4201038969968331616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=4201038969968331616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/4201038969968331616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/4201038969968331616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinco-dedos-de-ajuda.html' title='Cinco Dedos de Ajuda'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SD74261dSSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/67tw45RRi6M/s72-c/M%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-4007298130842149252</id><published>2008-05-02T13:15:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:15:50.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsdfoq_G1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rxtBiBO3NvM/s1600-h/Filipe+m%C3%A3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195779024432864082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsdfoq_G1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rxtBiBO3NvM/s320/Filipe+m%C3%A3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho uma mãe muito meiga e minha amiga, que brinca comigo e ao mesmo tempo trabalha. Os meus irmãos também gostam muito dela…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos beijinhos para todas as mães do mundo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria (3º ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia da mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBscv4q_G0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/1Jnv-0-p7AA/s1600-h/David+cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195778204094110530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="111" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBscv4q_G0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/1Jnv-0-p7AA/s320/David+cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsfMIq_G3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/j8ByGaXYOlM/s1600-h/Samuel+urso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195780888448670578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="271" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsfMIq_G3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/j8ByGaXYOlM/s320/Samuel+urso.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As nossas mães&lt;br /&gt;São carinhosas e amigas.&lt;br /&gt;Se não fossem elas, não tínhamos carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimo-nos como ursinhos de peluche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ao colo da nossa mãe!&lt;br /&gt;Que todas as mães se sintam felizes,&lt;br /&gt;no dia da mãe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;André, Elsa e David (2º ano&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mães valiosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsaoIq_GwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JcAJgJlD1uo/s1600-h/samuel+bici..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195775871926868738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsaoIq_GwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JcAJgJlD1uo/s320/samuel+bici..jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós achamos que a nossa mãe gosta muito de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos fazer o que as nossas mães nos mandam. Por exemplo: fazer os trabalhos de casa, pôr os pratos na mesa para as refeições, ajudarmos a limpar a casa, fazermos a nossa cama e etc…&lt;br /&gt;As nossas mães são muito bonitas, mas não é só por isso que gostamos delas.&lt;br /&gt;As mães brincam connosco. Por exemplo: Andam connosco de bicicleta e jogam à bola connosco. Às vezes até têm de fazer sacrifícios por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso nós também temos de os fazer. De vez em quando apetece-nos fazer maldades… Mas se pensarmos que as &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsa-Iq_GxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yDMVoYRIw8g/s1600-h/Ivo+bola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195776249883990802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="145" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsa-Iq_GxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yDMVoYRIw8g/s320/Ivo+bola.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nossas mães ficam tristes, logo esquecemos essa ideia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos para as nossas mães!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Samuel e Ivo) 3ºano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fizemos prendas para as Mães!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsJcoq_GuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ogUDXJ5-gy8/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195756982660700898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="178" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsJcoq_GuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ogUDXJ5-gy8/s320/DSC01016.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsMHoq_GvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5OzEw7_tdxM/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195759920418331378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsMHoq_GvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5OzEw7_tdxM/s320/DSC01018.JPG" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-4007298130842149252?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/4007298130842149252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=4007298130842149252' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/4007298130842149252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/4007298130842149252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-da-me.html' title='Dia da Mãe'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBsdfoq_G1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rxtBiBO3NvM/s72-c/Filipe+m%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-1624329717183234165</id><published>2008-04-24T13:25:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:15:51.459Z</updated><title type='text'>25 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192838513728363138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBCrHYq_GoI/AAAAAAAAADo/JUEJUQea9vY/s320/Micael%2Bcravo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O grande dia da liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBCsbYq_GpI/AAAAAAAAADw/432p2zjgObQ/s1600-h/Filipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192839956837374610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBCsbYq_GpI/AAAAAAAAADw/432p2zjgObQ/s320/Filipe.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal passou maus momentos!&lt;br /&gt;Mas os soldados conseguiram combater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 de Abril&lt;br /&gt;Não é momento&lt;br /&gt;Para esquecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBCuQIq_GsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_QSunlZ5q1U/s1600-h/Maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192841962587101890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="86" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBCuQIq_GsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_QSunlZ5q1U/s320/Maria.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi grande a alegria&lt;br /&gt;É grande a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu naquele dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria – 3º ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Corajoso &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBCtSIq_GrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TaA7XPZ7jBQ/s1600-h/Samuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192840897435212466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBCtSIq_GrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TaA7XPZ7jBQ/s320/Samuel.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O capitão Salgueiro Maia,&lt;br /&gt;foi muito corajoso.&lt;br /&gt;Os soldados ficaram do seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;O país ficou vitorioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivo-3ºano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-1624329717183234165?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/1624329717183234165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=1624329717183234165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/1624329717183234165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/1624329717183234165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/04/25-de-abril.html' title='25 de Abril'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SBCrHYq_GoI/AAAAAAAAADo/JUEJUQea9vY/s72-c/Micael%2Bcravo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-2909005958608312984</id><published>2008-04-23T14:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:15:52.148Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é Dia do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA9Gboq_GlI/AAAAAAAAADU/B0V6LvsEWY8/s1600-h/livro+Micael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192446335969598034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA9Gboq_GlI/AAAAAAAAADU/B0V6LvsEWY8/s320/livro+Micael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; O livro encantado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;    Era uma vez um livro que tinha olhos, nariz, boca, ouvidos e cabelo. Parecia que tinha vida e sabia muitas coisas porque estava tudo escrito nas suas páginas.&lt;br /&gt;    Numa manhã de Primavera, a Carolina abriu este livro e viu que ele era muito interessante porque nas suas páginas leu histórias de piratas, princesas e reis …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;    As histórias eram tão bonitas que fizeram a Carolina sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;    Nessa altura o livro abriu os olhos e sorriu. Tinha cumprido a sua missão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA9G54q_GmI/AAAAAAAAADc/i_SxIWLo5MM/s1600-h/livro+Samuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192446855660640866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA9G54q_GmI/AAAAAAAAADc/i_SxIWLo5MM/s320/livro+Samuel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Com os livros aprendemos e sonhamos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Texto colectivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-2909005958608312984?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/2909005958608312984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=2909005958608312984' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/2909005958608312984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/2909005958608312984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoje-dia-do-livro.html' title='Hoje é Dia do Livro'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA9Gboq_GlI/AAAAAAAAADU/B0V6LvsEWY8/s72-c/livro+Micael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-2442632527852712535</id><published>2008-04-23T12:08:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:15:53.252Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando for grande quero ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA8pV4q_GjI/AAAAAAAAADE/gcbgKDBkLpQ/s1600-h/Bruna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192414351348144690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA8pV4q_GjI/AAAAAAAAADE/gcbgKDBkLpQ/s320/Bruna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ser professora de patinagen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruna  - 1º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA8oLoq_GgI/AAAAAAAAACs/3Y8wzoP-FkM/s1600-h/Ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192413075742857730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA8oLoq_GgI/AAAAAAAAACs/3Y8wzoP-FkM/s320/Ana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ser médica para curar os meninos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana - 1º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192413372095601170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA8oc4q_GhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/28AX6gQTIZA/s320/Bernardo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando for grande quero ser maquinista do metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bernardo -1ºano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA8o1Yq_GiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/F6xF3B-Fn7o/s1600-h/Jo%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192413793002396194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA8o1Yq_GiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/F6xF3B-Fn7o/s320/Jo%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ser cantor de uma banda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;João - 1º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-2442632527852712535?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/2442632527852712535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=2442632527852712535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/2442632527852712535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/2442632527852712535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/04/quando-for-grande-quero-ser.html' title='Quando for grande quero ser...'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA8pV4q_GjI/AAAAAAAAADE/gcbgKDBkLpQ/s72-c/Bruna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-3302731743957995297</id><published>2008-04-22T15:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:15:53.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu fosse um Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se eu fosse um rio andava sempre a rir e a brincar com as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;- Olá Rio Maria! – falavam as crianças quando passavam por mim.&lt;br /&gt;- Este rio tem a água muito limpa, bonita e brincalhona! – diziam elas.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tinham visto um rio assim!&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite era muito estrelada, o Rio Maria ficava cheio de estrelas e quando estava Lua Cheia, o rio ficava com a Lua carimbada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim não gostava de ser um rio.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ser quem sou… a Maria menina, sem estrelas nem Lua mas com um coração onde cabe amor e carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                    Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192085640321112546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3-YYq_GeI/AAAAAAAAACc/vLRIem27vfk/s320/Maria+Rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-3302731743957995297?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/3302731743957995297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=3302731743957995297' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/3302731743957995297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/3302731743957995297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/04/se-eu-fosse-um-rio.html' title='Se eu fosse um Rio'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3-YYq_GeI/AAAAAAAAACc/vLRIem27vfk/s72-c/Maria+Rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-7740953018727555289</id><published>2008-04-22T10:48:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:15:54.402Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia da Terra'/><title type='text'>Hoje é Dia da Terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3bqIq_GaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gxgOv_8QRqQ/s1600-h/Bruna+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192047462356818338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" height="362" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3bqIq_GaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gxgOv_8QRqQ/s320/Bruna+2.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto da Terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vivo na Terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu limpo a Terra toda.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Terra é nossa.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ponho lixo no caixote do lixo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruna - 1º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terra alegre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As crianças podem alegrar a terra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós podemos alegrar a terra&lt;br /&gt;Cantando uma canção alegre,&lt;br /&gt;Ou podemos contar uma anedota!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3XL4q_GYI/AAAAAAAAABs/9toKYHeW4SQ/s1600-h/Samuel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3a0oq_GZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t5s7iMl5b2k/s1600-h/Samuel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192046543233816978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3a0oq_GZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t5s7iMl5b2k/s320/Samuel3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era giro!&lt;br /&gt;Ou podíamos, num palco&lt;br /&gt;Fazer sapateado.&lt;br /&gt;Assim ela ficava feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu queria que ela ficasse ainda mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como?&lt;br /&gt;Já sei !!!&lt;br /&gt;Deitamos-lhe sementes de árvores&lt;br /&gt;E a terra fica com companhia!&lt;br /&gt;Eu também ficava feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;David Eufrásio - 2ºano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3ta4q_GbI/AAAAAAAAACE/273uqlND7ks/s1600-h/Bernardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3vL4q_GcI/AAAAAAAAACM/_zKDezXi_W4/s1600-h/bernardo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192068932898331074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3vL4q_GcI/AAAAAAAAACM/_zKDezXi_W4/s320/bernardo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós somos amigos da Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bernardo - 1ºano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3zMoq_GdI/AAAAAAAAACU/OQiNLB98yoE/s1600-h/ana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192073343829744082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" height="374" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3zMoq_GdI/AAAAAAAAACU/OQiNLB98yoE/s320/ana2.jpg" width="274" 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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu gosto da Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu quero que a Terra fique limpa e brilhante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu gosto da Terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ela é o meu Mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana-1ºano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-7740953018727555289?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/7740953018727555289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=7740953018727555289' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/7740953018727555289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/7740953018727555289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoje-dia-da-terra.html' title='Hoje é Dia da Terra'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA3bqIq_GaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gxgOv_8QRqQ/s72-c/Bruna+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563276593491028581.post-8480816071004717778</id><published>2008-04-21T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:15:54.767Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Nossas Experiências'/><title type='text'>O Cantinho das Ciências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA0LjyV0HyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Py1OhYcrjZE/s1600-h/ciencias+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191818654864645922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA0LjyV0HyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Py1OhYcrjZE/s320/ciencias+037.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Mundo é feito para observar,&lt;br /&gt;experimentar, medir,&lt;br /&gt;cheirar, sentir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;compreender e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;partilhar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA0JxiV0HxI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jbc6EXCUuAg/s1600-h/ciencias+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191816692064591634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="174" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA0JxiV0HxI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jbc6EXCUuAg/s320/ciencias+015.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5563276593491028581-8480816071004717778?l=eb1paialvo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/feeds/8480816071004717778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5563276593491028581&amp;postID=8480816071004717778' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/8480816071004717778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5563276593491028581/posts/default/8480816071004717778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1paialvo.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-cantinho-das-cincias.html' title='O Cantinho das Ciências'/><author><name>eb1paialvo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481434726745605793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SAzADCV0HtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WaxzyCY9e64/S220/P7160059.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7qZwKe0KIw/SA0LjyV0HyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Py1OhYcrjZE/s72-c/ciencias+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
