tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25442271391893906832024-03-04T22:01:21.521-08:00Contando com ARTEInteragindo com as estórias e histórias da vida.Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-78963747776252309032012-07-11T17:25:00.002-07:002012-07-11T17:35:20.230-07:00Circo da Alegria<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Na EEEF Jorge Anísio ,localizada no bairro de Santa Rita,no município de Vila Velha,aconteceu o circo da Alegria na quinta-feira dia 5 de julho.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Foi uma ótima forma de anunciar o quase começo do recesso escolar para os alunos.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que encantaram-se com os malabaristas,adoraram as contações de historias e os tantos personagens apresentados pela escritora e contadora de histórias Silvana Sampaio, que foi convidada pela professora Otília Noronha.Se emocionaram com as performaces de ginástica ritmica e evoluções dos coleguinhas.Ficaram de olhos vidrados com as apresentações anunciadas pela professora Eliane Bitencout de E.d Física ( a mentora da ideia).Vislumbraram com olhos bem atentos as mágicas desenvolvidas pelo ilusionista.E riram demais com as palhacinhas Chuchu e Batata...conhecidas também como Alegria e Felicidade!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-62399143625064563192012-04-30T12:28:00.000-07:002012-04-30T12:28:21.529-07:00Lendas & índios<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quando vejo a imagem de um índio</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">penso em penas,penachos,caciques,histórias , fogueiras e </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">em tantas lendas que se construíram através da memória.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No canto dos pássaros,na fumaça que se espalha pela aldeia.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Na velha índia benzedeira que cura todas as feridas.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Na dança poderosa da chuva no amor natural,nos curumins colorindo suas peles de vermelho e amarelo.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Na lua numa noite estrelada,no romper de mais um dia de sol pleno de liberdade.</span>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-68350715931993096222012-04-10T03:51:00.000-07:002012-04-10T03:51:58.233-07:00Um pouco sobre a autora<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1Xot1siOt7aPnxr3OPLvYAMDy2pxCWjY6wCNi1asVXF4i3paaCe6DV8-e9TNMHhzSIkaKGVx5xVpIhcsLtM9YH-z3x4GwJX2Isj_FaiCq3ua6a5AFDFZ-nJ1xJqU9MBJTnSb9MTPCuU/s1600/a21_silvana_sampaio_min_fabedc-617952-4f6a58d38491d%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1Xot1siOt7aPnxr3OPLvYAMDy2pxCWjY6wCNi1asVXF4i3paaCe6DV8-e9TNMHhzSIkaKGVx5xVpIhcsLtM9YH-z3x4GwJX2Isj_FaiCq3ua6a5AFDFZ-nJ1xJqU9MBJTnSb9MTPCuU/s1600/a21_silvana_sampaio_min_fabedc-617952-4f6a58d38491d%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Telefax (27) 3243-2687, e-mail estacao_primeira@terra.com.br.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Participação no V Varal de Poesias, com o poema "Olhos de cristal” declamado pela própria autora.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Participação no VII Varal de Poesias, com o poema "Recomeço", declamado pela própria poetisa.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Participação no VIII Varal de Poesias, com os poemas "Feitiço de dormideira" e "Tributo a Angelina".</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Participação no “Fruta no Ponto” - 2009, sob a Direção Geral de Suely C. 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O VARAL DE POESIAS é um projeto integrante do Calendário Anual do VAGÃO ESPAÇO ARTE - Produções Artísticas e Sócio-Culturais, entidade sem fins lucrativos, instituído dede 1993, anexa ao Restaurante Estação Primeira de Manguinhos. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Participação na Coletânea 'Escritos de Vitória, 26 - Vitória, Cidade Ilha", Vitória (ES), Prefeitura Municipal de Vitória, Secretaria de Cultura, 2009</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Participação no Catálogo 2009, Letras Capixabas em Arte, organizado por Maria das Graças Silva Neves.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Participação no Projeto "Primavera: Arte e Literatura", realizado na Galeria Virgínia Tamanini, no periodo de 27/10 a 20/11/2009, de 13 às 18 horas.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Participação na Antologia "Múltiplas Vozes", 2010, da AFE</span> </span></span><br />
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Tudo isto faz com que o contador ou a contadora conte com a sua carne.»</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;" > </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;" >( </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >contadora Mimi Barthélemy )</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ></span></span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Os contadores buscam terrenos férteis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">para sua vozes livremente ecoarem.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Seguem os passos divinos da criatividade.</span></span><br /></span></span>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-79301447398136891582009-10-30T06:32:00.000-07:002010-01-09T09:56:55.564-08:00Amor eterno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7vzVhctHX4hyphenhyphencMaajTuTRHLJw0PBP7OxnvZyUGWL_-6a811GeE1ihIzBGtriSDk0iGbWrwWqFfAw6cL-25DkS5aMdgegbCx3OjPfQOH0Sy-vcaQNyuJuwRHxm0yVOlziYGhX5CmWrLO0/s1600-h/1220550960_6_avo_alvina_de_sucurijuquara_a_a_a_%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7vzVhctHX4hyphenhyphencMaajTuTRHLJw0PBP7OxnvZyUGWL_-6a811GeE1ihIzBGtriSDk0iGbWrwWqFfAw6cL-25DkS5aMdgegbCx3OjPfQOH0Sy-vcaQNyuJuwRHxm0yVOlziYGhX5CmWrLO0/s200/1220550960_6_avo_alvina_de_sucurijuquara_a_a_a_%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398385834463203970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">"Contar uma história<br />é dar um presente de amor."<br /> Lewis Carrol<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Amor de avó</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">é amor pra vida inteira.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">É o cheiro do feijão que não some</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">o gosto daquele pastel caseiro e bolos deliciosos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">na boca da criança que não quer crescer.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Porque ser neta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">é ser protegida de todos os males</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">é estar num colo bem quentinho </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">que ameniza qualquer dor.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">É dormir tranquila mesmo que a tempestade</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">cubra a noite com seus raios e trovoadas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Ouvindo histórias que povoarão</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">para sempre a memória.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Histórias que embalam a vida</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">mesmo quando a vilã morte leva</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">a avó tão querida.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Homenagem a minha vozinha Ottília a vovó Estelita e a todas as avós que com ela fazem morada no céu.</span>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-40960863898253679162009-10-30T05:42:00.000-07:002009-10-30T05:45:49.013-07:00Luto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jQGrapVA2Xg6pnhSFZlmrNzrf_TBKr8k5oYZ81eWL7lY0cCakmzC-2r72Nn7hGIggrpNXiPvB9qp-lchyphenhypheni-0EcvLoVbZYbDVG_Rhn0FmJ0fzCQCVGp4mNEIlaqCBVOekuAaOaCwDBrw/s1600-h/avo-e-neto-marianamassaraniblogspotcom%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jQGrapVA2Xg6pnhSFZlmrNzrf_TBKr8k5oYZ81eWL7lY0cCakmzC-2r72Nn7hGIggrpNXiPvB9qp-lchyphenhypheni-0EcvLoVbZYbDVG_Rhn0FmJ0fzCQCVGp4mNEIlaqCBVOekuAaOaCwDBrw/s200/avo-e-neto-marianamassaraniblogspotcom%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398373353979132786" border="0" /></a><br /><strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Luto</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Abre o olho, vó!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Abre o olho.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >E ela nada.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Imóvel sobre as flores</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Como um sonho</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >De Morfeu virado.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Sob as pálpebras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >A ultima visão:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >A casa com cinco crianças</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >E como no tangolomango só sobraram duas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >A quebra do resguardo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >As brigas de facão</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Com o primo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >- Também marido -</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >E a separação.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >As duas crianças pelo mundo,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Os ossinhos na prateleira</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >O besouro no ouvido</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >E o zumbido.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Um dia vai morar com uma das crianças</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >E sonha</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Em ter casa de novo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >E sonha</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Com os parentes, os antigos, de quando ajudou o soldado Elias a prender um bandido – mesmo que ninguém se lembre.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Com as historias, os causos, a menina do surrão, a onça e o bode.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Todas estas coisas estariam guardadas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Para sempre.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Abre os olhos, vó!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >E as lagrimas corriam geladas como a pele da vó.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Pele de nuvem.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >A professora disse do que as nuvens eram feitas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >- Cristais de gelo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >E ela não abria os olhos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Estelita, como a chamavam desde o primeiro dos seus 72 anos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Tinha ganhado o céu como previa o nome.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Não ouvia os choros, os gemidos dos parentes reunidos por sua causa.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Não ouvia nada.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >- Acorda, vó! – disse em prantos,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Mas era tarde e as estrelinhas já apareciam no céu.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Dia 09/10/2009 meu amor de avó, Estelita Maria de Jesus, se uniu ao resto do próprio nome.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" >Por Claudia Gomes</span></span></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-45339880862569004832009-09-21T16:51:00.000-07:002009-09-21T16:57:15.121-07:00Uma lenda de Krishnamurti.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpSITVXLkAqPkCYLE0G_NJW10YEKwnxr3jIHC1SDiNrGKb6gQULxkGVvAdDdSUZVKusD_bbb15k_DtBwLs7ZJrEDhsM0SyjXNU5arBSYJGKGLiYyN-mg-FmMMyAyC0VWCq_0fhSxKohg/s1600-h/60465g%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpSITVXLkAqPkCYLE0G_NJW10YEKwnxr3jIHC1SDiNrGKb6gQULxkGVvAdDdSUZVKusD_bbb15k_DtBwLs7ZJrEDhsM0SyjXNU5arBSYJGKGLiYyN-mg-FmMMyAyC0VWCq_0fhSxKohg/s320/60465g%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384073992910010226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Uma parte de um conto de Malba Tahan: Uma lenda de Krishnamurti.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >“Os trajes que cobrem o corpo não medem o valor do homem.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >...Que adianta ao homem vestir-se de sedas e ter a alma nua de virtudes e de predicados?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Interessa-me tão somente as roupagens do espírito e não os vestidos e bordados que cobrem a matéria...” </span>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-79118215536999012682009-08-03T17:46:00.000-07:002011-01-10T11:30:54.139-08:00História eternizada<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9aGv_PvIde1O64j0GwD6cLgXXgulThtGs-qwkab-KXDkeZu632tiyLutHIXJB3Z53HNLqBa2lJDTgP3SrbEqUxBwNGyvgPZlDyt5YJK12tdGaXCz6M4Ok5bAVkWuJtPuIMKqfJ0ztbo/s1600-h/livro.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365904498811174242" 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<span style="color: #990000;">" A vida vai continuar</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">enquanto existir alguém</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">para cantar,dançar ,contar </span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;">histórias e escutar."</span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"> Francisco Gregório Filho</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: #993300;">Contar e recontar</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> encantar no simples gesto encenado.</span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Há vida que nunca termina</span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">porque a morte não existe para quem sonha</span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">um sonho de eternidade</span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">para quem libera o aroma do amor através das palavras</span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">com emoção e vontade de envolver o ambiente com a força</span><br />
<span style="color: #993300; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">que a história sempre traz.</span>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-88098303127060054012009-06-05T13:49:00.000-07:002009-06-05T14:01:53.046-07:00PASSO-A-PASSO Para cativar a platéia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIk3OTnvI4UYjCAuJCCbjpwIcEBSPqbGLC6r7WGA2jreKuO20siu88BOHWgQDykE0KAVe24-fQZYfDYfJBETwoqguprkcGuTvRN3ZpPvLfhsm4004zWdMkn6AQrIt3EFFe99BziYoLOUE/s1600-h/reynaldo-fonseca-brasil-1925contando-historias-ost-200280x100cm1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIk3OTnvI4UYjCAuJCCbjpwIcEBSPqbGLC6r7WGA2jreKuO20siu88BOHWgQDykE0KAVe24-fQZYfDYfJBETwoqguprkcGuTvRN3ZpPvLfhsm4004zWdMkn6AQrIt3EFFe99BziYoLOUE/s320/reynaldo-fonseca-brasil-1925contando-historias-ost-200280x100cm1%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343949281253883218" border="0" /></a><br /><div id="box-solida"><p><br /><span class="intertitulo-red"></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Gilka Girardello, professora da Universidade Federal de Santa Catarina, dá orientações a quem quer se tornar craque na contação de histórias:</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" ></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Faça uma seleção de títulos que despertem em você a vontade de passá-los aos alunos. É importante abrir o universo deles para diferentes narrativas, com temas como a vida e a morte, nossa origem e a humanidade, além de mitos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Para se familiarizar com a narrativa, treine contando para amigos e familiares</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >Comece a narrar para grupos menores, enquanto você conhece as suas possibilidades. Reúna os ouvintes em roda para que eles se sintam próximos de você.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" >Escolha recursos, como desenhos, bonecos, músicas e movimentos de dança, com os quais você se sinta mais à vontade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Use elementos expressivos, como imitação de vozes e movimentos com as mãos (estalar de dedos e palmas). Empregados na hora certa, eles fazem a diferença.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" > <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Imagine os detalhes de todas as cenas e descubra a melhor maneira de entoar cada trecho (sem se preocupar em decorá-las).</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Preste atenção em alguns refrões ou frases de impacto que podem ser repetidos sempre do mesmo jeito - porque são bonitos ou soam bem.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" > <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Quanto mais a história for contada, maior o número de novas imagens que são incorporadas a cada cena. Esta é a peculiaridade da oralidade: cada um recria o conto.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >Projete a voz na sala e amplie os gestos para que o público não se disperse. Quando o enredo pedir um tom mais suave, todos entenderão o recurso e farão silêncio para ouvir.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Antes ou depois da narração, conte de onde vem a história: de um livro, de um filme, da mitologia grega ou se aconteceu com alguém conhecido. Assim, a turma fica sabendo que também pode passá-la adiante.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" >Ignore as peraltices de alguns e conte a história para o resto da classe. Se alguma coisa que os bagunceiros fizerem permitir, vale incorporá-la à performance, sem quebrar o clima da história.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" >Contar histórias sempre envolve alguns imprevistos. O importante é não ter medo. Geralmente, as crianças querem que a narração prossiga. Então, elas vão ajudar você.</span><br /><br /><em style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></em></p></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-21638787730702977112009-05-31T11:12:00.000-07:002009-05-31T11:22:27.119-07:00Fantasias de uma bruxa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UY1Sr28Jo2haYV9CBDOtVdy-kCCNtGfvjAVBcYbbloogtElyrPCZOoEGlbrxj9eZ4A8HoZclRtvUganry0ExukX10omzeIE17EO3rInNw4dtwgcp2SyEio6XAwczh-DpQtfSWmGtdtY/s1600-h/bruxa_mimi%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UY1Sr28Jo2haYV9CBDOtVdy-kCCNtGfvjAVBcYbbloogtElyrPCZOoEGlbrxj9eZ4A8HoZclRtvUganry0ExukX10omzeIE17EO3rInNw4dtwgcp2SyEio6XAwczh-DpQtfSWmGtdtY/s320/bruxa_mimi%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342052785065281346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Forjava uma situação de vingança.Mas o que mais ela queria era sua companhia.<br />O vento forte batia sobre as janelas com velhas cortinas destroçadas pelo tempo.<br />Ela era bruxa e mal conhecia os feitiços que a vida lhe entregara de bandeja.Seu caldeirão fervia,<br />estado completo de ebulição.Seu coração já pertencera a um príncípe em um castelo encantado.<br />E agora desencantada pouco lhe restou.Seu amigo gato.Mesmo preto nunca lhe deu mal agouro.<br />Suas roupas coloridas e bem remendadas.Em frente a um grande espelho consertava e corrigia<br />com um pouco de base o rosto verruguento que um dia foi rosado e beijado quando o relógio badalou meia-noite numa noite de festa .Tudo era fantasia ou real? Quem saberá o final?Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-50442846001670632822009-05-31T10:24:00.000-07:002009-05-31T10:34:24.456-07:00Borboleteando<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ApIAxBze2gyO3w-_-k4LCDzXZ5Xflr2y-3ICMjzrGf8wO6J3NwEsi8wSzMOmmsNx7GEQ4nxTfXX2vFrXosGKfcujDBDlh2S013UP7TnqsTjPAVqDwfuwPwhMtoFDA9wMxDaW255JQTM/s1600-h/Danuta+miolo1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ApIAxBze2gyO3w-_-k4LCDzXZ5Xflr2y-3ICMjzrGf8wO6J3NwEsi8wSzMOmmsNx7GEQ4nxTfXX2vFrXosGKfcujDBDlh2S013UP7TnqsTjPAVqDwfuwPwhMtoFDA9wMxDaW255JQTM/s320/Danuta+miolo1%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342040728600864722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvZZwJ6nZpFvAz4JM3sOb_MddoAwRaKWVYvx_AY7ElrArH8norUa5mEAtYjR1O8YA1MFqsrVMs3lMwpFupc8SCIif2UVXinHOkXMI74T67FUgugKhT0KwPP7J65RDF3_22XCYzX6kmhQ/s1600-h/Danuta+miolo+2%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvZZwJ6nZpFvAz4JM3sOb_MddoAwRaKWVYvx_AY7ElrArH8norUa5mEAtYjR1O8YA1MFqsrVMs3lMwpFupc8SCIif2UVXinHOkXMI74T67FUgugKhT0KwPP7J65RDF3_22XCYzX6kmhQ/s320/Danuta+miolo+2%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342040339109418498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Foge foge aflita<br />a liberdade te espera de braços abertos.<br />Sobre tuas asas cores vibrantes e harmoniosas.<br />A vida anda solta em ti: borboleteando de jardim em jardim.<br />Buscando flores e mais flores entre uma ou outra estação.<br />Cumprindo a tua principal missão: existir.Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-45941372788831219182009-05-26T14:37:00.000-07:002009-05-26T17:31:48.094-07:00Imaginação<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRf4Ae1-PFBncHezl1HV6wmBQdNZLdBRaD_6nl1FQftzrbTtn8h4QW3u6wroorQghDGF_HapSFLTU2hR3Ai7qZHwsS9GEf89xthIj4tyca10mrY7t-YMK_YivcqklKMCb5Pkcos8L5zhg/s1600-h/monteirolobato.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRf4Ae1-PFBncHezl1HV6wmBQdNZLdBRaD_6nl1FQftzrbTtn8h4QW3u6wroorQghDGF_HapSFLTU2hR3Ai7qZHwsS9GEf89xthIj4tyca10mrY7t-YMK_YivcqklKMCb5Pkcos8L5zhg/s320/monteirolobato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340286615757642322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Mas afinal de contas, Emília, que é que você é?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Emília levantou para o ar aquele implicante narizinho</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">retrós e respondeu:</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sou a Independência ou Morte!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Monteiro Lobato</span> </div></div> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Quero ser a própria história que conto</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >sem dela portanto me apropriar.<br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Conhecer o sentido exato que começa e termina</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >onde criatividade me carregar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ser assim contador,poeta ou mesmo um sonhador de palavras.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Navegar sem mar,voar sem sair do chão,conhecer lugares imaginários</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >pessoas e animais interessantes.Ser um pequeno ou um gigante sem recursos</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ou multimilionário.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Explorar livremente todos os intermináveis aspectos do reino imaginário.</span>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-38917121846115957432009-05-15T13:47:00.000-07:002009-05-15T14:06:41.001-07:00Oficina Arte de contar histórias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6azPlpQvXfvc811Ib5K-CdtwMQnlr5XrcQ-IClica9c74ccQtUAInoeo_14TbztjNwGAoRighXcuolonWUnEUZZjECT1eFSDhg7a-Yxgyxa9NCPO6HsrG4pp8pusQBD1i7s278Jm9eA/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWudnnQjEzKUvtAU-gb0QJFmh6NsI32QHNxSAouvzxaaJM_MkKexYt1J45IV8v4i-l0GBKJTTa2uyjGJLo0VVXSHsAYALaeJUzGGehSSc7pVTNfRv7WH2nC-9kGUjAEfAUz9kYJKqz0k/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336157812753445410" border="0" /></a>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-34697532294633267332009-05-15T12:13:00.000-07:002009-05-15T13:47:20.664-07:00Oficina Arte de contar histórias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8o6SmIbaYiGpRdELfqlgfLru2WzmUhFX377FvCb8IbBJkki2MeOmh9t8VenhKewQg0ecT7URsKSwOUQSKOky3HcMGebZbJwjmJ52rWYe2D6YP5hyFWgChrhm_haC7cE80scTyBcWwTM/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_kgkMnc1qPZNlLrwdRakvA8JVaeEJM8kcE2eymAZc0-bi6mc782A_3ixeYk6RhMJXUuXb1kZRtU-PgfJ7i7SMXIW4LzJIzfbU40NdKyt87E2kAU4Nlwb2cJ2RHk0meNLwpRgPhnDBNs/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336131201857749218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Após a apresentação das fotos da oficina ,irei colocar o passo a passo das técnicas apresentadas na mesma e as dinâmicas realizadas com a turma.</span>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-56614234602249936642009-05-15T12:01:00.000-07:002009-05-15T12:12:42.516-07:00Oficina Arte de contar histórias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFa2UcuPrCk_zvdixuFXQtrysEE8bmcyNu3trN5uwS8-EDNcVF8b7j8Yf1ELsASyGBn1Iy5zmkBQPvl-m7QqM9X-VmuRLJKd5lMbH6qbYD2YGoJJzmjm2vGYBXmkr1IoVyISRKSZG5owU/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9z7Dke74Ipxb3R_QsAQwvZjcp308phxebjDwgAAeVfua8begUG8wnVW0ACKZhw4bMeYLfH4obHldg29kDwPj6WAAX-u81H87dxEHNZGSuBNRHZuNueubDstpIA2CeUuyWqCYUmQUogA/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336129006521292610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgZrR95KDy2to-NKCo-MwzyGdaSjE5o4C5WoRCa8ACsKBsB3HzsVNJVDpvAMAZhyphenhyphenRI7rRb0OSzHG_bv_EkDZj7M7ZryHkMLgoJ03jkDJmJNtIV95tanhILK-OoC37Hpi_3P1GiDLKISQ/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgZrR95KDy2to-NKCo-MwzyGdaSjE5o4C5WoRCa8ACsKBsB3HzsVNJVDpvAMAZhyphenhyphenRI7rRb0OSzHG_bv_EkDZj7M7ZryHkMLgoJ03jkDJmJNtIV95tanhILK-OoC37Hpi_3P1GiDLKISQ/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336129004800291858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGp4lJonKgxafv95T7UVGz4nrcBtNCW-yvstGObPAgXFVPdZe4n1eItgqoGM4VWeWBIeyzCB-oO0kbN0YDGwS3SuYSGkjNYpCbzKA0Vn6vtLuVWB9y47wVIRV-TNKqHIVKuaMk3lqMKk/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGp4lJonKgxafv95T7UVGz4nrcBtNCW-yvstGObPAgXFVPdZe4n1eItgqoGM4VWeWBIeyzCB-oO0kbN0YDGwS3SuYSGkjNYpCbzKA0Vn6vtLuVWB9y47wVIRV-TNKqHIVKuaMk3lqMKk/s320/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336129001750924978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Faculdade Novo Milênio alunos do 7. período de Pedagogia.<br /><br />Arte -educadora Penha Fonseca.Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-71378567991685715172009-02-02T07:55:00.000-08:002009-02-03T07:18:35.993-08:00Eternizando<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MlBTkIj0GZoCI10f3dinSUN1_ZmlmosSTkVy1pnhA62lRcBVXziT9rnesqUOdMf3yLGrhY_J1ISluSxqJTOUKKR-FbyAO45y7_Q1_6gBUX7ByfKAHUzneWvz1O-wTbdG2x6B_bSsu8g/s1600-h/1232994125914_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MlBTkIj0GZoCI10f3dinSUN1_ZmlmosSTkVy1pnhA62lRcBVXziT9rnesqUOdMf3yLGrhY_J1ISluSxqJTOUKKR-FbyAO45y7_Q1_6gBUX7ByfKAHUzneWvz1O-wTbdG2x6B_bSsu8g/s320/1232994125914_f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298231132167472754" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>" Não se pede ao contador um pedaço da vida cotidiana...mas um grande pedaço de sonho."</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Henri Verneuil</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">São assim as histórias contadas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">pedaços de lugares </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">ou de pessoas que nem sabemos mais onde estão</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">mas que vivem eternizados nas palavras e gestos da contação.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /></span></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-53057593625927114362009-01-20T15:43:00.000-08:002009-01-20T15:51:04.772-08:00Historinha pra menino<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVm550kTtlbfklf3SjoW-SloDBEuGG5UNO4_zy3ylWSgur0RIXxcS_OcHYfpeRA2qb71ssjAD2oQRr2suTwWJzisGq4HM3Y3RZ0h3wtkCggTrlbRKaS_j9uoeE0-twqwZNyJdxwiQyRQc/s1600-h/menino%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVm550kTtlbfklf3SjoW-SloDBEuGG5UNO4_zy3ylWSgur0RIXxcS_OcHYfpeRA2qb71ssjAD2oQRr2suTwWJzisGq4HM3Y3RZ0h3wtkCggTrlbRKaS_j9uoeE0-twqwZNyJdxwiQyRQc/s320/menino%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293527280173093554" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Menino impaciente</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">esse livro não tem agulha</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">ele não dói.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Dá pra mexer nele sem medo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Ele não espeta </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">não aperta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">não arde </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">não finca </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">não enjooa e não causa alergia.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Não dá dor de barriga.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Vem menino: será só alegria!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544227139189390683.post-28470134075961879042009-01-18T15:15:00.000-08:002009-01-18T16:06:08.382-08:00Hábito milenar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipb0YL-VxqegOALsgqXfqbjIsGINR-ztDv5VxtI9umn2kRjf0BfoSZgxu5oZXRf5npT2yZV-SPwcGqxifT6RoqbvfAQ58SYfDYLAKrnAs7Ou5tjaYKvmd5cwDWupO0M3cvPULon2NSGjs/s1600-h/bardo%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipb0YL-VxqegOALsgqXfqbjIsGINR-ztDv5VxtI9umn2kRjf0BfoSZgxu5oZXRf5npT2yZV-SPwcGqxifT6RoqbvfAQ58SYfDYLAKrnAs7Ou5tjaYKvmd5cwDWupO0M3cvPULon2NSGjs/s320/bardo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292782655677157746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ37jJjYok-STUOepq3qvjdA-LRHw-lRc1VPzLsFENlkh7MskfjiwRDb432SzvNUayjG1ovjZxjtkEr8v66-jYQysBwSbvWWxceVcYAvV9R4G8pGXBy6QpEMlYq2_IWJpTsm9NoOGA1g4/s1600-h/contarhist%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ37jJjYok-STUOepq3qvjdA-LRHw-lRc1VPzLsFENlkh7MskfjiwRDb432SzvNUayjG1ovjZxjtkEr8v66-jYQysBwSbvWWxceVcYAvV9R4G8pGXBy6QpEMlYq2_IWJpTsm9NoOGA1g4/s320/contarhist%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292782646108658642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglu_fcx03a2HJM-eSlmXBgyGM9YFluA2HRZHFXyLioXeKXrZP-bbbmTrah5eU_fIXrwODZ1M9_oLYsKlAy3u-rLltWw7GBFkFK6tHd0D4Dxqd49VLUOo_D09EexNx2ImhAOVX2Zf51G24/s1600-h/professora%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglu_fcx03a2HJM-eSlmXBgyGM9YFluA2HRZHFXyLioXeKXrZP-bbbmTrah5eU_fIXrwODZ1M9_oLYsKlAy3u-rLltWw7GBFkFK6tHd0D4Dxqd49VLUOo_D09EexNx2ImhAOVX2Zf51G24/s320/professora%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292782620221022706" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">O ser humano sempre adorou contar e ouvir histórias, ou mesmo estórias. O hábito de contá-las é milenar,tendo origem antes mesmo da escrita . Eram passadas de geração para geração através da fala, onde cada um dava seu toque pessoal.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(99, 67, 32); font-family:Helvetica;"><ul style="list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;line-height: 14.4pt; list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Existem diversos elementos que compõem as histórias,e criativas maneiras de narrá-las.</span></span></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;line-height: 14.4pt; list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Um fator significativo é o ambiente para iniciar uma história,ele poderá influenciar muito em sua aceitação.<br /></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;line-height: 14.4pt; list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Recursos:como o da voz na narração e o da expressão corporal,contribuem positivamente .</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;line-height: 14.4pt; list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Assim como uma envolvente conversa após a contação das mesmas.</span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;line-height: 14.4pt; list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14.4pt; list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></li></ul></span></div>Lia Noronhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11124952129022093638noreply@blogger.com0