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Finda a docência centra-se em questões da cidadania, além de continuar a abordagem da temática multidimensional europeia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-5933866618346600115</id><published>2012-01-30T12:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T04:25:37.524Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guimarães'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capital europeia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'>Guimarães, Capital Europeia da Cultura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Título de 2012 partilhado com &lt;a href="http://maribor-pohorje.si/recommended.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Maribor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Eslovénia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NVrOAlOC3xA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6VD2ZEsaXM/TyaRNZmPypI/AAAAAAAAbY0/mPkTfI-nKeQ/s1600/DSC07477a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6VD2ZEsaXM/TyaRNZmPypI/AAAAAAAAbY0/mPkTfI-nKeQ/s400/DSC07477a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Pelo contrário, devemos prestar homenagem aos combatentes que, de ambos os lados da trincheira, morreram em Angola, Guiné e Moçambique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TVMKjn6PlqI/AAAAAAAAXZQ/apia-rL2ouQ/s1600/liga+dos+combatentes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TVMKjn6PlqI/AAAAAAAAXZQ/apia-rL2ouQ/s200/liga+dos+combatentes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Infelizmente foi preciso uma guerra de treze anos, ceifando milhares de vidas, para que o clamor de &lt;em&gt;"Angola é Nossa"&lt;/em&gt; cedesse lugar ao de "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7SkpMxBR3c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Angola para os angolanos&lt;/a&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F5PPKneH-hQ" title="YouTube video player" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O 4 de fevereiro de 1961 contribuiu para a libertação do povo português, de uma ditadura que teimava na política do "orgulhosamente sós", não reconhecendo na ONU&amp;nbsp;o direito dos povos à autodeterminação. Conduziu ainda ao fim do nosso império colonial, reduzindo o espaço geográfico português ao solo pátrio europeu, de onde&amp;nbsp;o Tuga partira cinco&amp;nbsp;séculos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;antes à descoberta e conquista de outros mundos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TVMKuKOnu_I/AAAAAAAAXZU/CoCxnA9o4eg/s1600/Campa+de+soldado+-+sonim+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TVMKuKOnu_I/AAAAAAAAXZU/CoCxnA9o4eg/s320/Campa+de+soldado+-+sonim+1.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falecido em defesa da pátria, cemitério de Sonim, Valpaços &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cinquanta anos depois ainda há muitos homens e famílias da geração do&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; "soldadinho que não volta do outro lado do mar"&lt;/span&gt; que sofrem as cicatrizes das guerras do ultramar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TVMcHGC8ZRI/AAAAAAAAXZY/InD9AjqlXs4/s1600/es-combatents+do+ultramar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TVMcHGC8ZRI/AAAAAAAAXZY/InD9AjqlXs4/s200/es-combatents+do+ultramar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-combatentes do ultramar português&amp;nbsp;- &lt;em&gt;Friends forever&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade extensiva às esposas, filhos e netos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KRVNbVeXq0M" title="YouTube video player" width="380"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as novas gerações de angolanos e portugueses tirem ensinamentos do "4 de fevereiro", a fim de caminharem unidas, numa comunidade de interesses, alicerçada no passado e na língua comuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-8189745153103826374?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/8189745153103826374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=8189745153103826374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/8189745153103826374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/8189745153103826374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2011/02/turras-contra-tugas.html' title='Turras contra Tugas'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MomzKKDTWp4/TVR7l6KxTbI/AAAAAAAAXZ0/RY2banbSsh4/s72-c/Imagem+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-9037575943218446739</id><published>2010-12-30T17:43:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:31:16.496Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exclusão social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano Europeu'/><title type='text'>Modernidade e Exclusão Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Triste mundo, que veste quem está vestido e despe quem está nu”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Calderón de La Barca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRxtSImFEVI/AAAAAAAAXMI/lZrkeKqtUpU/s1600/conf_excluso_pobreza_cartaz+a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRxtSImFEVI/AAAAAAAAXMI/lZrkeKqtUpU/s320/conf_excluso_pobreza_cartaz+a.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mais um Ano Europeu chega ao fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na calha, o Ano Europeu do Voluntariado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Da última vez que estive com alunos em Estrasburgo, foi a convite da Câmara Municipal da capital da Alsácia, como prémio pelo nosso trabalho&amp;nbsp; "L'Europe à Coeur", integrado no concurso "Nous, l'Europe". Do programa de receção às escolas vencedoras, além da visita às instituições europeias, constava um passeio de &lt;em&gt;bateau-mouche&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;pelos canais de Estrasburgo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRzarrw50mI/AAAAAAAAXMw/9btJWPwGXfM/s1600/DSC05139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRzarrw50mI/AAAAAAAAXMw/9btJWPwGXfM/s320/DSC05139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descobrir tantos jovens, excluídos sociais, nas margens do rio e sob as pontes, foi um choque.&amp;nbsp;Surpreendeu-me ver&amp;nbsp; autênticos farrapos&amp;nbsp;humanos&amp;nbsp; no coração de uma Europa abastada e civilizada. Aquele mundo condoía-me, não era&amp;nbsp; o meu, não me identificava com ele; sentia-me ser do lado de cá,&amp;nbsp;do lado dos&amp;nbsp;afortunados, dos que mandam,&amp;nbsp;descido ao antro de um &lt;em&gt;'hades'&lt;/em&gt; moderno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRziPvFnjDI/AAAAAAAAXM4/hx5hYsLWquc/s1600/pobreza_ue2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRziPvFnjDI/AAAAAAAAXM4/hx5hYsLWquc/s320/pobreza_ue2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este ano, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"Ano Europeu de combate à&amp;nbsp;pobreza e&amp;nbsp;à exclusão social"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp; compromisso político da União Europeia e dos Estados membros,&amp;nbsp;reafirmado na Carta de Lisboa, conferências internacionais em Lisboa, Bruxelas e noutras capitais europeias encerraram, com pompa, um ano marcado, em Portugal,&amp;nbsp;por um sem número de marchas, seminários, encontros,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;workshops&lt;/em&gt; (em inglês moderno fia mais fino!) e outras atividades,&amp;nbsp; cofinanciadas pela União Europeia, e destinadas a sensibilizar-nos para as temáticas da pobreza e da exclusão social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRziKqyribI/AAAAAAAAXM0/pViKCu6Ro4A/s1600/_MG_1000%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRziKqyribI/AAAAAAAAXM0/pViKCu6Ro4A/s320/_MG_1000%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;No nosso país criaram-se uma CNA - Comissão Nacional de Acompanhamento,&amp;nbsp; (tinha que ser)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;de trinta e três elementos, presidida por&amp;nbsp;Sua Excelência, a Ministra do Trabalho e da Solidariedade Social; uma Entidade Nacional de Execução e uma equipa técnica de apoio permanente. Dos eixos estratégicos definidos pela comissão retenho dois: contribuir para a redução da pobreza e&amp;nbsp;responsabilizar o conjunto da sociedade. As &lt;em&gt;newletters&lt;/em&gt; da CNA encarregaram-se de propagandear&amp;nbsp;as ações&amp;nbsp;que a dita cuja&amp;nbsp;foi financiando ao logo de 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRzJ6nCMtPI/AAAAAAAAXMk/rxdiDA4J2iU/s1600/combate+a+%252Bppbreza+Santos+o+velhpo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRzJ6nCMtPI/AAAAAAAAXMk/rxdiDA4J2iU/s200/combate+a+%252Bppbreza+Santos+o+velhpo.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Em jeito de balanço, confronte-se&amp;nbsp;os resultados esperados e obtidos com o dispêndio de tempo, energias&amp;nbsp;e recursos financeiros, gastos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;no ritual de boas intenções. Quem vê os noticiários, sabe o que 2010 trouxe, em termos de empregabilidade e segurança no emprego.&amp;nbsp;Ouve, igualmente,&amp;nbsp;o que&amp;nbsp;declaram aos orgãos de comunicação social,&amp;nbsp;os técnicos de&amp;nbsp;instituições de solidariedade social que lidam com antigos e&amp;nbsp; novos pobres, idosos, toxico-dependentes, imigrantes, os sem-abrigo e vítimas de exclusão social.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRzFuuv734I/AAAAAAAAXMg/rrFQ_vHEc_I/s1600/Operacao_Voluntariado_Combate%25281%2529+-+caritas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/TRzFuuv734I/AAAAAAAAXMg/rrFQ_vHEc_I/s200/Operacao_Voluntariado_Combate%25281%2529+-+caritas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tantas manifestações de solidariedade social,&amp;nbsp;ao longo do ano, a que a sociedade civil correspondeu com assistencialismo e voluntariado, redundaram numa sociedade mais inclusa, de mais cidadania ativa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Consultem-se as estatísticas do Eurostat,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;sobre&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a evolução da redestribuição da riqueza, nos diferentes Estados da União Europeia.&amp;nbsp; Seremos nós, cidadãos, que devemos ter vergonha - como declarou o PR - e&amp;nbsp;culpabilizarmo-nos por&amp;nbsp;haver fome em Portugal ou a classe política, eleita para exercer o poder em nosso nome e para nós?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Documentário sobre os sem-abrigo em Lisboa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"As Ruas da Amargura são povoadas por homens e mulheres, de todas as idades, com carências afectivas, financeiras, problemas mentais, alcoolismo, toxicodependência, ou simplesmente pessoas que chegaram a Portugal à procura de uma vida um pouco melhor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cp-mrueCFhU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cp-mrueCFhU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prémio de Jornalismo do Ano Europeu de 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Una escuela para la Esperanza&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, reportagem vencedora, na categoria audiovisual. 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Dela existem traduções em diferentes línguas europeias. Gosto das versões cantadas em espanhol (&lt;a allowfullscreen="true" height="357" href="http://www.tu.tv/videos/adeste-fideles-alegres-de-corazon-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410"&gt;Venid fieles&lt;/a&gt;) e em inglês (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xDm643Yjrw"&gt;O Come All Ye Faithful&lt;/a&gt;), por Bing Crosby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" height="357" src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/qfMnDEViaT9ntIL6RUIE/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Concerto de Reis na Paróquia de Santo André de Sobrado - Valongo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeste, fideles, laeti triumphantes;&lt;br /&gt;Venite, venite in Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;Natum videte Regem angelorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,&lt;br /&gt;Venite adoremus, Dominum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En grege relicto, humiles ad cunas&lt;br /&gt;Vocati pastores approperant:&lt;br /&gt;Et nos ovanti gradu festinemus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeterni Parrentis splendorem aeternum&lt;br /&gt;Velatum sub carne videbimus,&lt;br /&gt;Deum infantem, pannis involutem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeste, fideles, laeti triumphantes;&lt;br /&gt;Venite, venite in Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;Natum videte Regem angelorum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;FRANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gloria in Excelsis Deo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Les Anges dans nos Campagnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canção de origem francesa, século XVI, autor desconhecido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KN2O0pqfJHQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KN2O0pqfJHQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ils annoncent la naissance&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Et, pleins de reconnaissance,&lt;br /&gt;Chantent en ce jour solennel :&lt;br /&gt;Gloria in excelsis Deo (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherchons tous l’heureux village&lt;br /&gt;Qui l’a vu naître sous ses toits ;&lt;br /&gt;Offrons-lui le tendre hommage,&lt;br /&gt;Et de nos cœurs et de nos voix :&lt;br /&gt;Gloria in excelsis Deo (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;ALEMANHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;O Tonnembaum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O autor e compositor desta música são desconhecidos, só se sabe que esta é de origem germânica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lhQ_hBT7lA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lhQ_hBT7lA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;ÁUSTRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Stille Nacht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noite Feliz" é uma das canções mais populares da noite de Natal. 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Os resultados alcançados no Euro 2004, em Portugal; no Campeonato do Mundo de 2006, na Alemanha e no Euro de 2008, na Suiça, guindaram a selecção nacional ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TOP TEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do futebol mundial, feito jamais atingido por outros treinadores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StC7UOlPsZI/AAAAAAAARVY/gZ1GJjq9_KA/s1600-h/Carlos+queiros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391014710148575634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StC7UOlPsZI/AAAAAAAARVY/gZ1GJjq9_KA/s200/Carlos+queiros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ao ciclo áureo de Scolari sucedeu o tempo de Carlos Queiroz, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;fleugmático, educado num estilo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;very british&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pouco dado à exteriorização das emoções. Carlos Queiroz é um treinador de futebol com a lição preparada ao pormenor. É o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que do alto da sua sapiência técnica transmite aos pupilos as tácticas aprendidas nos cursos mais prestigiados de futebol. Os jogadores assimiliam as últimas novidades sem ousar questionar os ensinamentos do Professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCoIUvFyaI/AAAAAAAARUo/sUqSLrsGHZY/s1600-h/DSC06032aba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390993614921124258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCoIUvFyaI/AAAAAAAARUo/sUqSLrsGHZY/s400/DSC06032aba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O treinador da selecção portuguesa de futebol é um homem afável. Educado, trata com urbanidade as pessoas com quem se relaciona. Na maneira de ser e de estar identifica-se com a cultura urbana. Uma das suas primeiras medidas foi acabar com a música pimba na selecção e com a invocação de santinhas, incluindo, certamente, a protecção de Nossa Senhora de Caravaggio nos jogos de mata-mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCqXYNSCMI/AAAAAAAARUw/QtOzi5CO2Vc/s1600-h/DSC06030bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390996072574355650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCqXYNSCMI/AAAAAAAARUw/QtOzi5CO2Vc/s400/DSC06030bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como qualquer político modernaço, cuida da sua imagem, praticando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jogging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no Passeio Marítimo de Oeiras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StIJkXA6tdI/AAAAAAAARV4/viwZaa4eOjQ/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391382224173708754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StIJkXA6tdI/AAAAAAAARV4/viwZaa4eOjQ/s200/DSC01334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scolari, qual &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;condottiere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; galvanizou a nação portuguesa e esta correspondia aos seus apelos, enfeitando de bandeiras verde-rubras as varandas e janelas de cidades, vilas e aldeias, de Norte a Sul de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCxegj5eVI/AAAAAAAARVA/CoJVuB_sIJ4/s1600-h/scolari+abra%C3%A7a+ricardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391003891657177426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCxegj5eVI/AAAAAAAARVA/CoJVuB_sIJ4/s200/scolari+abra%C3%A7a+ricardo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scolari é um homem de fé, católico praticante, conservador. Nos jogadores incutiu a mística religiosa, criando à sua volta um grupo coeso. Descendente de imigrantes italianos, nasceu no Sul do Brasil, nos Pampas gaúchos, trazendo para o Portugal profundo o culto de Nossa Senhora de Caravaggio. Determinado, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sargentão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;como também é conhecido, cometeu o pecado de não convocar um destacado dragão, acusado de afrontar o anterior treinador de futebol na Coreia, em 2002. Só, contra um batalhão de comentadores de tribuna, irados com a decisão de não convocar a sumidade, aguentou-se, inabalável, até ao fim, ao leme de selecção das cinco quinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCmVkolePI/AAAAAAAARUY/OBvgOa05S6k/s1600-h/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991643503851762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCmVkolePI/AAAAAAAARUY/OBvgOa05S6k/s400/DSC01419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O povo esteve sempre ao lado de &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filipão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, grande homem simples, arrebatador, sem papas na língua. Correram mundo os gestos contra Dragutinovic, no jogo com a Sérvia a contar para o Euro 2008. Também ficou célebre o seu comentário contra os treinadores de bancada "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portugal classifica-se e o burro sou eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!".&lt;br /&gt;Melhor sorte com a comunicação social teve o sucessor. Apesar de a selecção ter caído a pique no rang da FIFA e de entre &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;strong&gt;ister&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Queiroz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e o povo não haver empatia, a comunicação social tem sido extremamente simpática com ele. À falta de resultados que restaurem o orgulho de ser português, valoriza-se o passado do professor enquanto seleccionador da equipa de Sub 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCz2uVOFWI/AAAAAAAARVI/SUzsCDP2e0I/s1600-h/DSC07550a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391006506693825890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCz2uVOFWI/AAAAAAAARVI/SUzsCDP2e0I/s400/DSC07550a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Escolinha do Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Queiroz e Scolari simbolizam as duas faces de Portugal, o cosmopolita e o tradicional. Virado para uma classe média urbana, formatada na ideia de que o que se faz lá fora é bom, fundou no concelho de Oeiras, no Parque Desportivo Carlos Queiroz, uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soccer school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, com patrocínio do Manchester United. A escolinha de futebol, de acordo com cartazes estrategicamente colocados no Porto de Recreio de Oeiras, tem, escritos em inglês, programas "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" e "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Os preços praticados seleccionam os alunos, oriundos de famílias predispostas a pagar um preço elevado para terem os filhos na prestigiada escola. Não se sabe se terão talento para chegar à craveira de um Cristiano Ronaldo, formado, inicialmente, na escola da rua. Todavia, na óptica de obtenção de prestígio e status social elevado, o mais importante é a própria frequência da &lt;em&gt;soccer school&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCxRJshF6I/AAAAAAAARU4/FSXBNA-cvTU/s1600-h/scolari_bandeiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391003662181013410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCxRJshF6I/AAAAAAAARU4/FSXBNA-cvTU/s400/scolari_bandeiras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Filipão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; não tem nenhuma «&lt;em&gt;soccer schoo&lt;/em&gt;l" nem nenhum parque desportivo com o seu nome. É um homem humilde, identificado com uma bandeira. ´Fez Portugal chorar de alegria, isso não se esquece. Há dias veio do Uzbequistão para apoiar o professor, elogiar CR9 e incentivar as desmotivadas hostes portuguesas. Pertence à história do fenómeno desportivo em Portugal. Na esteira dos egrégios avós levanta de novo o esplendor de Portugal. É uma tremenda injustiça não ter sido ainda galardoado por quem detém o poder em Portugal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StIFFiajbzI/AAAAAAAARVw/4in7TVHGn1g/s1600-h/copamundo+2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391377296611569458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StIFFiajbzI/AAAAAAAARVw/4in7TVHGn1g/s200/copamundo+2010.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E agora, professor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito nesta selecção sem garra e sem alma mas desejo o apuramento do meu país para o Mundial de 2010. Dez anos depois de ter recorrido pela última vez à calculadora, Portugal volta a fazer contas para garantir a classificação para uma grande competição de futebol. Nas eliminatórias para o Mundial de 2010, na África do Sul, a seleção portuguesa precisa vencer os dois últimos jogos, contra Hungria e a Malta, ambos em casa, e esperar por um deslize da Suécia para garantir um lugar na repescagem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StFQbOLdKFI/AAAAAAAARVg/_FF9_r4S80s/s1600-h/DSC07934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391178657532029010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StFQbOLdKFI/AAAAAAAARVg/_FF9_r4S80s/s400/DSC07934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperança Renasce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hoje a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suécia perdeu por 2 - 0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; contra a Dinamarca e no Estádio da Luz fez-se luz, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Portugal, ganhou por 3 - 0 à Hungria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A selecção nacional já não depende de terceiros para estar presente em 2010 na África do Sul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StFQbUBJMAI/AAAAAAAARVo/zY12RwPnS7s/s1600-h/DSC07985a.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391178659099389954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StFQbUBJMAI/AAAAAAAARVo/zY12RwPnS7s/s400/DSC07985a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOeypFzBtDE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOeypFzBtDE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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O Chefe de Estado, a pretexto de não interferir na campanha eleitoral para a eleição dos órgãos de poder autártico, reduziu ao mínimo a sua participação nos festejos comemorativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_t0ZAG7xI/AAAAAAAARS8/IytUgCECWMc/s1600-h/DSC07624a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390788763306094354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_t0ZAG7xI/AAAAAAAARS8/IytUgCECWMc/s400/DSC07624a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Câmara Municipal de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, em cuja varanda foi proclamado o regime republicano, como é habitual, foi hasteada a bandeira nacional e os políticos, num ritual despojado de vida, fizeram discursos de circunstância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390950097104531778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCAjQPF8UI/AAAAAAAARUI/c-CcmCIBu54/s320/alegoria-5-outubro-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;«A República Velha nada alterou das tradições desonrosas da Monarquia. Mudou apenas a maneira de cometer os erros. (...) No que respeita aos erros de administração – a incompetência, a imoralidade, o caciquismo – ficámos na mesma, mudando apenas os homens que faziam asneiras, que praticavam roubos e que escamoteavam "eleições". De sorte que a República Velha era a Monarquia sem Rei».&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCCzkMX7DI/AAAAAAAARUQ/WrTFfxec7HU/s1600-h/menino+poe+cravo+na+espingarda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390952576362998834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StCCzkMX7DI/AAAAAAAARUQ/WrTFfxec7HU/s200/menino+poe+cravo+na+espingarda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era assim que o poeta via o regime republicano anterior ao Estado Novo. No entanto, passados trinta e cinco anos da madrugada libertadora do 25 de Abril de 1974, há porém sinais de que voltamos a tempos de má memória. A partidocracia instalada e um povo que elege quem "&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rouba mas faz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" levam &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;António Barreto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a falar na "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;falta de carinho dos portugueses pela liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_-MWXvEkI/AAAAAAAARTc/vb-87oDDge0/s1600-h/DSC07916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390806767102792258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_-MWXvEkI/AAAAAAAARTc/vb-87oDDge0/s200/DSC07916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Câmara Municipal de Loures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi a 4 de Outubro de 1910, um dia antes da revolução que levou à implantação da República no resto do país, que um grupo de republicanos tomou os Paços do Concelho, na altura a funcionar noutro edificio, e içou pela primeira vez a bandeira verde e vermelha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_xQZ0azKI/AAAAAAAARTM/dnOLXQJIJh4/s1600-h/PortugueseFlag1830land.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390792543096720546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_xQZ0azKI/AAAAAAAARTM/dnOLXQJIJh4/s200/PortugueseFlag1830land.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quem não se tem coíbido de manifestar a sua oposição ao regime republicano é o grupo &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/pq/unica/causa_real_primeira.htm"&gt;Causa Real&lt;/a&gt;. Os seus adpetos, que não considero patuscos,  &lt;a href="http://diario.iol.pt/sociedade/monarquico-5-de-outubro-causa-real-paulo-teixeira-pinto-tvi24/1093589-4071.html"&gt;hastearam a bandeira monárquica &lt;/a&gt;em alguns edificios emblemáticos e defendem a realização de um referendo para saber se os portugueses querem ou não a restauração da monarquia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sou monárquico e nem sei se tomaria o partido da monarquia no referendo! Acho, isso sim, a bandeira monárquica muito bonita e, sem a coroa, daria uma linda bandeira republicana! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StBtdYU7IXI/AAAAAAAARUA/lwWfnfYJ83Q/s1600-h/1201874268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390929105476329842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/StBtdYU7IXI/AAAAAAAARUA/lwWfnfYJ83Q/s400/1201874268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exéquias reais passando no local do crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_uMioYH2I/AAAAAAAARTE/IYrjGIGPUGQ/s1600-h/DSC07628a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390789178207772514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_uMioYH2I/AAAAAAAARTE/IYrjGIGPUGQ/s200/DSC07628a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monárquicos, apoiantes da restauração da monarquia, mandaram colocar uma placa comemorativa no edifício da esquina do Terreiro do Paço, onde o rei Dom Carlos I e o príncipe herdeiro foram assassinados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-4531252197102868527?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/4531252197102868527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=4531252197102868527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/4531252197102868527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/4531252197102868527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2009/10/99-aniversario-da-republica.html' title='99º Aniversário da República'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Ss_t0ZAG7xI/AAAAAAAARS8/IytUgCECWMc/s72-c/DSC07624a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-463287171244558958</id><published>2009-09-28T09:16:00.050+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:31:58.173+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eleições'/><title type='text'>Este País Endoidou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alberto João Jardim dixit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...No noite das eleições legislativas que deram a vitória a Sócrates.&lt;br /&gt;O líder do governo regional madeirense referindo-se aos casos polémicos em que o primeiro ministro apareceu envolvido durante o seu mandato, mostrou dessa forma a sua incredulidade perante o voto de confiança que os eleitores deram ao primeiro-ministro para continuar a governar Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4PQ3U85I/AAAAAAAARPk/vvpruM3oIUs/s1600-h/DSC07474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507726699688850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4PQ3U85I/AAAAAAAARPk/vvpruM3oIUs/s400/DSC07474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ai, ai, ai, ai, eu gosto deste rapaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No Largo do Rato, simpatizantes e militantes, embora contidos,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;«numa festa que não houve»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; não deixavam de exclamar a sua alegria para a câmara da televisão. Uma apoiante, inebriada pela vitória, gritou que &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"O gajo é jeitoso, sabe falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC_qXKIeoI/AAAAAAAARQk/vCeTETo0AQk/s1600-h/DSC07491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386515888827038338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC_qXKIeoI/AAAAAAAARQk/vCeTETo0AQk/s400/DSC07491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Professores retiram maioria absoluta a Sócrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quem também tem motivos para estar contente, mas sem euforia, são os professores. Enquanto corpo profissional, o seu objectivo centrou-se no apelo ao voto anti-Sócrates, esgotadas as gigantescas manifestações para pressionar a demissão da ministra da educação. Ainda durante a campanha eleitoral, os movimentos independentes, sem a solidariedade dos sindicatos, convocaram manisfestações em frente ao Ministério da Educação, à Presidência da República e à Assembleia da República, a que responderam meia dúzia de gatos-pingados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4O4SdJMI/AAAAAAAARPc/4a0VtdMXSJI/s1600-h/DSC07473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507720102585538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4O4SdJMI/AAAAAAAARPc/4a0VtdMXSJI/s400/DSC07473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparentemente, o partido que mais beneficiou eleitoralmente do descontentamento dos professores foi o Bloco de Esquerda. Tradicionais votantes do PS transferiram-se nestas eleições para o BE. E Louçã soube agradecer-lhes o voto dizendo que &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hoje à noite Maria de Lurdes Rodrigues perdeu o seu luga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r no governo, perante o país. Dou os parabéns aos professores que ganharam em nome da educação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsEgSuVeXmI/AAAAAAAARQ0/43CQR62hdFo/s1600-h/DSC07377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386622135359659618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsEgSuVeXmI/AAAAAAAARQ0/43CQR62hdFo/s200/DSC07377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Partido Popular de Paulo Portas, outro partido ganhador, também fez apelo ao voto dos professores. A promessa de restituir aos docentes a autoridade que a política educativa de Sócrates lhes retirou terá rendido alguns dividendos eleitorais ao CDS-PP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto aos comunistas, que desceram de terceira força política para o quinto lugar, será que têm motivos para gritar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"CDU avança com toda a confiança"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Como lembrou o execrável MST, os comunistas passaram quatro anos a fazer oposição ao PS mas do meio milhão de votos que o PS perdeu, a CDU só ganhou trinta mil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4QOylNVI/AAAAAAAARP0/gi8j_Pd4w1w/s1600-h/DSC07525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507743322781010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4QOylNVI/AAAAAAAARP0/gi8j_Pd4w1w/s400/DSC07525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Manela! Manela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritavam os jovens laranjas, uns dias antes das eleições, no Passeio Marítimo de Oeiras. A derrota eleitoral nas legislativas ainda não se vislumbrava no horizonte. Na passagem por mim entregaram-me duas canetas, um boné e uma bolsa. Mas quantos cidadãos sabem que as campanhas eleitorais dos partidos ´com assento parlamentar são financiadas pelo erário público? Acho abusivo os partidos políticos, supostamente defensores da democracia, auto-contemplarem-se com uma benesse que contribui para o descrédito do regime democrático.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4Pgdqw2I/AAAAAAAARPs/ZfEf9NR-cgw/s1600-h/DSC07494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507730887033698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4Pgdqw2I/AAAAAAAARPs/ZfEf9NR-cgw/s400/DSC07494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pois chegou, Manela! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando Paulo Rangel ganhou as eleições do Parlamento Europeu para o PSD, imediatamente houve vozes de barões no partido que atribuiram, injustamente, o mérito da vitória à lider do PSD. Rangel, humildemente remeteu-se ao silêncio e só foi chamado na última semana da campanha eleitoral para surgir ao lado da líder, transmitindo-lhe, sorridente e bonacheirão, a força anímica de que ela carecia para empolgar multidões. Vitorioso das eleições europeias, é ele o indesejado herdeiro do poder dentro do PSD e futuro candidato a primeiro-ministro. Mas que se cuide, o ambicioso cacique de Vila Real, Passos Coelho, viciado na politiquice desde os tempos da JSD, não lhe vai facilitar a tarefa de chegar ao pódio! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsCDAO9RoHI/AAAAAAAARO8/JN_4g0x-lDQ/s1600-h/DSC07635a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386449194373455986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsCDAO9RoHI/AAAAAAAARO8/JN_4g0x-lDQ/s200/DSC07635a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Voto na Mesa C-1 da Escola EB1 Sá de Miranda, em Oeiras, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"edifício construído e entregue ao município pelo empresário Francisco da Silva Santos",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; conforme se lê na placa de inauguração. Quando fui votar, por volta das 11 horas, surpreendeu-me a elevada movimentação de eleitores, superior ao habitual, tendo chegado à mesa de voto só depois de algum tempo de espera. Fiquei, por isso, na expectativa de que a participação no acto eleitoral fosse elevada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC5S_YQV-I/AAAAAAAARQM/hydh3VJvy5k/s1600-h/DSC07672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386508890237065186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC5S_YQV-I/AAAAAAAARQM/hydh3VJvy5k/s400/DSC07672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Contudo, a participação elevada não se verificou. A abstenção no concelho de Oeiras foi de 34,95% e no país chegou aos 39,4%, superando a abstenção de 2005. Quatro em cada dez eleitores não exerceram o seu direito de votar! Porquê? As explicações superficiais são muitas, sem irem ao cerne da questão. Mas o rei, isto é, o regime democrático, vai nu! Por um lado impede-se o voto por correspondência a quem não se encontra no seu local de voto no dia da votação e pretende-se retirar o direito de votar aos nossos emigrantes e por outro, como terapia falaciosa, fala-se em tornar o voto obrigatório e na criação de milagrosos circulos uninominais que beneficiarão artificialmente a representatividade da maior força política em cada pequeno círculo eleitoral criado. Tudo será feito, é certo, não em função da defesa de ocultos interesses partidários mas em nome da santa democracia! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Asfixia Democrática&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC5TAILrsI/AAAAAAAARQU/gf8bAXVtlCk/s1600-h/DSC07688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386508890438086338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC5TAILrsI/AAAAAAAARQU/gf8bAXVtlCk/s400/DSC07688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a campanha eleitoral falou-se em asfixia democrática, em censura do Governo a jornalistas incómodos e em escutas do Governo ao Chefe de Estado. PSD e PS trocaram acusações. Na linha de acção de Jorge Coelho, famoso por afirmar que quem se mete com o PS leva porrada, João Soares apelidou MFL de ser a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Outra Senhora&lt;/span&gt;", expressão política usada para designar o regime de Salazar. A lider do PSD ficou ofendida, como aliás ficam outros militantes sociais-democatas, sempre que um dirigente socialista os insulta, chamando-os ou insinuando que são fascistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC5TZA-LII/AAAAAAAARQc/5ZnYdMtbmlQ/s1600-h/DSC07690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386508897118727298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC5TZA-LII/AAAAAAAARQc/5ZnYdMtbmlQ/s400/DSC07690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;À parte o folclore do jogo de palavras, durante a campanha eleitoral não se falou da verdadeira &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;asfixia democrática sentida pelos pequenos partidos.&lt;/span&gt; Ignorados pela comunicação social, ficam impedidos de fazer chegar as suas propostas aos eleitores e estes ficam limitados na sua opção de escolha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora já nem tempos de antena existem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; É possível que não mudasse o sentido do meu voto mas gostaria de ter tido livre acesso à informação das novas formações partidárias sem ficar limitado às decisões de quem controla a comunicação social. Fiquei admirado de ver no boletim de voto, no momento em que estava a votar, que no círculo eleitoral de Lisboa, ao qual pertenço, havia quinze formações partidárias a concorrrer. Evoluímos de um &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;regime pluripartidário&lt;/span&gt; para um regime &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pentapartidário&lt;/span&gt; e, se assim continuar, paira sobre nós o aspectro do &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big Brother&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;bipartidário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsFQpnMRI2I/AAAAAAAARQ8/bMGhq_21JTM/s1600-h/DSC07717a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386675305137120098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsFQpnMRI2I/AAAAAAAARQ8/bMGhq_21JTM/s400/DSC07717a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legislativas2009.mj.pt/"&gt;175.399 cidadãos eleitores deram o seu voto a formações partidárias que não serviram para eleger qualquer deputado&lt;/a&gt;. Com um sistema eleitoral democrático, semelhante ao que funciona na Holanda, onde existe uma quota de deputdos eleitos por um circulo eleitoral único, nenhum voto se perde, todos são úteis. Se esse sistema fosse aplicado em Portugal o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MRPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, com 52.632 votos teria eleito dois deputados, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MEM - Movimento Esperança Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, com 25.335 votos, teria eleito um. Os votos perdidos, devido ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Método de Hondt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, benificiam os grandes partidos. O PS, com 36,56% dos votos expressamente válidos, obtem 96 mandatos, correspondentes a cerca de 40% dos deputados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsFQqNRZocI/AAAAAAAARRE/MpfnGJ67P3g/s1600-h/DSC07721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386675315359195586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsFQqNRZocI/AAAAAAAARRE/MpfnGJ67P3g/s400/DSC07721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Alemanha, Angela Merkel ganhou as eleições por maioria relativa, como o PS, mas vai formar um governo de coligação com um parceiro que lhe dá apoio parlamentar. Em Portugal, um Sócrates arrogante e não isento de suspeita social de comportamentos ilícitos vai formar um governo minoritário e logo a seguir terá de negociar, aos zigue-zagues, com este ou aquele partido, para obter apoio ou abstenção parlamentares. Na Alemanha uma moção de censura obriga a que os partidos de oposiçao encontrem uma solução partidária para governar o país; em Portugal, o cenário provável são a realização de eleições antecipadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386932740898702338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsI6yWIwRAI/AAAAAAAARRM/y7Rxh7zthak/s200/DSC07693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sócrates vai-se aguentar até quando? Fazem-se apostas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lê-se em rodapé que o INE enviou dia 28 de Setembro uma notificação de défice excessivo ( 5,9% , mas há quem fale em 9%) ao EUROSTAT. Estatísticas oficiais, dando conta da má perfiormance da economia, escondidas até depois das eleições. Quem beneficiou com a retenção da informação&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-463287171244558958?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/463287171244558958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=463287171244558958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/463287171244558958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/463287171244558958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2009/09/este-pais-endoidou.html' title='Este País Endoidou!'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SsC4PQ3U85I/AAAAAAAARPk/vvpruM3oIUs/s72-c/DSC07474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-2402264844693705907</id><published>2009-09-26T22:51:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:19:40.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia Europeu das Línguas'/><title type='text'>Dia Europeu das Línguas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;26 de Setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;European Day of Languages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journée Européenne des Langues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6f7_QFjAI/AAAAAAAARN0/2v4t2qt8i3A/s1600-h/Babel_Tower_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385918057321696258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6f7_QFjAI/AAAAAAAARN0/2v4t2qt8i3A/s400/Babel_Tower_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multilinguismo, um valor a preservar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A União Europeia encerra um verdadeiro tesouro linguístico: 23 línguas oficiais e mais de 60 línguas regionais ou minoritárias, além das línguas faladas pelas pessoas de outros países e continentes que vivem na Europa. Precisamente para chamar a atenção para este imenso património linguístico, a União Europeia e o Conselho da Europa tomaram a iniciativa de comemorar o Ano Europeu das Línguas em 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6f8fJePyI/AAAAAAAARN8/px2rWY9DvQA/s1600-h/_Dia_Europeu_das_L_nguas.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385918065883889442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6f8fJePyI/AAAAAAAARN8/px2rWY9DvQA/s400/_Dia_Europeu_das_L_nguas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ideia é despertar o interesse dos jovens e menos jovens e desafiá-los a aprenderem línguas através da organização de actividades diversas. As línguas serão o tema de jogos e passatempos, serões literários, mesas redondas e muitas outras iniciativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6f9D0GI3I/AAAAAAAAROM/MhyWJMKQrmA/s1600-h/mapa+europa+das+linguas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385918075726340978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6f9D0GI3I/AAAAAAAAROM/MhyWJMKQrmA/s400/mapa+europa+das+linguas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O &lt;a href="http://cvc.instituto-camoes.pt/diaeuropeulinguas/2004/diaeuropeulinguas.html"&gt;Dia Europeu das Línguas&lt;/a&gt; é comemorado todos os anos, desde 2001, em 26 de Setembro. A razão de ser deste dia “especial” é celebrar a diversidade das línguas e das culturas existentes no espaço europeu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6jZGtq23I/AAAAAAAAROc/g6ZGA5yzSyo/s1600-h/DEL+-+dia+europeu+das+linguas.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6jZGtq23I/AAAAAAAAROc/g6ZGA5yzSyo/s1600-h/DEL+-+dia+europeu+das+linguas.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385921856075914098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6jZGtq23I/AAAAAAAAROc/g6ZGA5yzSyo/s400/DEL+-+dia+europeu+das+linguas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em Portugal, 51,3% das pessoas entre 25 e 64 anos não falam qualquer língua estrangeira (36,2% é a média da UE), porcentagem que coloca o país em penúltimo lugar, depois da Hungria (78,4%).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No outro extremo está a Lituânia, onde apenas 2,5% dos adultos não falam outra língua, seguida da Suécia, com 5%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sr6jZGtq23I/AAAAAAAAROc/g6ZGA5yzSyo/s1600-h/DEL+-+dia+europeu+das+linguas.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dos portugueses inquiridos, 22,3% responderam que falam um idioma estrangeiro (35,7% na UE) e 26,4% que falam dois ou mais (28,1% na UE). A segunda língua mais falada pelos portugueses é o inglês. Em relação ao número de alunos do segundo ciclo do Ensino Secundário que aprende línguas, Portugal não disponibilizou dados ao Eurostat, o gabinete de estatísticas da UE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Reino Unido é o país onde mais estudantes não aprendem qualquer idioma naquele grau de ensino (51,4%, contra 6,4% na UE), seguido da Irlanda, com 18,8%.A média da UE para a aprendizagem de uma língua estrangeira é de 33,4% e de duas ou mais é de 60,1%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Na Holanda, Luxemburgo e República Checa, todos os alunos do 2.º ciclo do Secundário aprendem pelo menos duas línguas estrangeiras.O inglês é a segunda língua mais estudada em 24 Estados-membros, com o francês a ocupar essa posição na Irlanda, Luxemburgo e Reino Unido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Marchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlyUElxx7wI/AAAAAAAAQ0c/N9LNy0TJTHE/s1600-h/DSC05317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358320463245340418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlyUElxx7wI/AAAAAAAAQ0c/N9LNy0TJTHE/s400/DSC05317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4K1q9Ntcr5g"&gt;A Marselhesa&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZuokfaRcR8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;A Portuguesa;&lt;/a&gt; dois hinos, dois apelos bélicos que parecem anacrónicos no momento em que Portugal e a França fazem parte da União Europeia, espaço económico e político, norteado por valores e princípios democráticos, e preservando a unidade na diversidade, visa o progresso comum e a manutenção da paz na Europa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlyUwt_KABI/AAAAAAAAQ0k/02OPTYiVYtk/s1600-h/DSC05322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358321221363171346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlyUwt_KABI/AAAAAAAAQ0k/02OPTYiVYtk/s400/DSC05322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em França celebra-se hoje, no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quatorze Juillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o 220º aniversário da Tomada da Bastilha, data que marca o início de uma revolução liberal prometedora de Liberdade, Igualdade e Fraternidade. Os revolucionários de 1789, na Declaração dos Direitos do Homem e do Cidadão, proclamam que todos nascem livres e iguais em direitos e deveres! A chama libertadora propaga-se pela Europa fora como fogo numa seara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357879358206818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sly2GfqPs2I/AAAAAAAAQ1Y/GHom56J1WM4/s320/DSC05304a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mas a promessa de libertação dos povos do jugo feudal depressa cedeu lugar à política opressora levada a cabo por Napoleão Bonaparte. Os exércitos franceses por onde passam deixam um rasto de destruição. A França revolucionária pilha, destrói, domina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlzDxTZ6BHI/AAAAAAAAQ1g/VhTicGV6Mm4/s1600-h/DSC05306a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358372908453987442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlzDxTZ6BHI/AAAAAAAAQ1g/VhTicGV6Mm4/s400/DSC05306a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em Portugal, a corte portuguesa, para fugir ao Bloqueio Continental imposto por Napoleão, foge para o Brasil . Entretanto os exércitos de Napoleão invadem o nosso país por três vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sly1GFk5jfI/AAAAAAAAQ1Q/hKU2ESnvAzs/s1600-h/DSC05310b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356772844834290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sly1GFk5jfI/AAAAAAAAQ1Q/hKU2ESnvAzs/s320/DSC05310b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em Chaves comemorou-se em 25 de Março de 2009, o bicentenário da expulsão das tropas francesas estacionadas no Forte de São Francisco. Para a História ficou o nome do General Silveira em memória do qual foi erguida a estátua equestre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlylFGoZwmI/AAAAAAAAQ0s/G1zv2r4Yk7Q/s1600-h/DSC07161a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358339163762049634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlylFGoZwmI/AAAAAAAAQ0s/G1zv2r4Yk7Q/s400/DSC07161a.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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlylFGoZwmI/AAAAAAAAQ0s/G1zv2r4Yk7Q/s1600-h/DSC07161a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-8158280245074937953?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/8158280245074937953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=8158280245074937953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/8158280245074937953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/8158280245074937953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2009/07/aux-armes-citoyens.html' title='Aux Armes Citoyens!!'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlyUElxx7wI/AAAAAAAAQ0c/N9LNy0TJTHE/s72-c/DSC05317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-3853508671412861469</id><published>2009-06-29T16:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:07:19.142+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mairos'/><title type='text'>Cartolinhas de Mairos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlfipmlamPI/AAAAAAAAQzc/Ky-Uy2BcR9c/s1600-h/DSC09824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356999486140487922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlfipmlamPI/AAAAAAAAQzc/Ky-Uy2BcR9c/s200/DSC09824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estive presente, Sexta-feira, dia 19 de Junho, na missa e no lanche de encerramento do ano lectivo de 2008/2009 na Escola EB 1 de Mairos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chamado pelo senhor padre Delmino para fazer a cobertura fotográfica da missa, senti-me intruso entre encarregados de educação que não sabiam quem eu era. Só quando, do altar-mor, me chamou para ir para a frente da assistência é que, sentindo-me apresentado, passei a fotografar sem receio de ser interpelado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slaa9KasooI/AAAAAAAAQx0/Iy503h9KG8s/s1600-h/DSC09837.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slaa9KasooI/AAAAAAAAQx0/Iy503h9KG8s/s1600-h/DSC09837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356639182362813058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slaa9KasooI/AAAAAAAAQx0/Iy503h9KG8s/s400/DSC09837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slaa9KasooI/AAAAAAAAQx0/Iy503h9KG8s/s1600-h/DSC09837.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cartolas no cesto do ofertório para serem benzidas e coroarem a cabeça de meninos e meninas aplicados nos estudos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slf78JviFDI/AAAAAAAAQzk/g65Gb8uay4Y/s1600-h/DSC09832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357027292606501938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slf78JviFDI/AAAAAAAAQzk/g65Gb8uay4Y/s400/DSC09832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Antes da missa houve alunos que vieram até mim apertar-me a mão e outros sorriram-me, confirmando a impressão de que são sociáveis e comunicativos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajJay2RtI/AAAAAAAAQys/fb1cgIV99a0/s1600-h/DSC09851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648189010527954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajJay2RtI/AAAAAAAAQys/fb1cgIV99a0/s400/DSC09851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O pimpolho não é o Menino Jesus da Cartolinha, de Miranda do Douro, mas tem-lhe o jeito e é aprumado como o soldadinho de chumbo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slab5-YY8kI/AAAAAAAAQyM/YoA_6WQNmFY/s1600-h/DSC09854a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356640227103928898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slab5-YY8kI/AAAAAAAAQyM/YoA_6WQNmFY/s400/DSC09854a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ritual de passagem ao Ciclo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mais um jeitinho da professora Dalila e a cartola não cai da cabecinha da menina finalista da primária. Para o ano estará em Chaves, na escola do ciclo preparatório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slaa9ha-cxI/AAAAAAAAQyE/tkOqFrQRFGA/s1600-h/DSC09866a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356639188537996050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slaa9ha-cxI/AAAAAAAAQyE/tkOqFrQRFGA/s400/DSC09866a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Além da cartola e de um diploma, cada aluno recebeu uma flor e um beijinho da professora Hermínia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slab6LxqvUI/AAAAAAAAQyU/CFe7lBCrsAs/s1600-h/DSC09870a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356640230699613506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slab6LxqvUI/AAAAAAAAQyU/CFe7lBCrsAs/s400/DSC09870a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Obrigado, avó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Um gesto de grande nobreza o do menino por, espontaneamente, ter oferecido à avó, com quem vive, a flor que a professora Hermínia acabara de lhe entregar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quando fui dar os parabéns à orgulhosa avó, ela, antes que lhe tivesse feito o pedido, quase me segredou: "-Pode colocar - as fotos - na Internet!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slab6ZIIYvI/AAAAAAAAQyc/oLbYgPzPnQw/s1600-h/DSC09893a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356640234283492082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slab6ZIIYvI/AAAAAAAAQyc/oLbYgPzPnQw/s400/DSC09893a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No final da missa as fotos da praxe, como manda a tradição.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajKISTAbI/AAAAAAAAQy8/zkrw13OQKQE/s1600-h/DSC09901aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648201222029746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajKISTAbI/AAAAAAAAQy8/zkrw13OQKQE/s400/DSC09901aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mestra e alunos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajJ166kfI/AAAAAAAAQy0/0aCpCgUbgN8/s1600-h/DSC09884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648196292121074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajJ166kfI/AAAAAAAAQy0/0aCpCgUbgN8/s400/DSC09884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Mãe com o rebento, feliz por o filho ter vencido mais uma etapa da vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slab65i5KPI/AAAAAAAAQyk/50FP6No3JeY/s1600-h/DSC09860a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356640242985674994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slab65i5KPI/AAAAAAAAQyk/50FP6No3JeY/s400/DSC09860a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartolinhas confabulando, entre pares ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajKjCd4jI/AAAAAAAAQzE/sP1z1v3wU-k/s1600-h/DSC09904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648208403391026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajKjCd4jI/AAAAAAAAQzE/sP1z1v3wU-k/s400/DSC09904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lanche nas instalações da escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aceitei o convite das professoras, que já conhecia da comemoração do &lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-da-europa-na-escola-eb-1-de-mairos.html"&gt;Dia da Europa &lt;/a&gt;na Escola EB 1 de Mairos, para lanchar com o grupo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Conversa puxa conversa e a professora Dalila inscreveu-me para o almoço de bloguistas flavienses em Segirei, no último fim-de-semana de Junho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajKxZOBSI/AAAAAAAAQzM/JQ_gS-G4HYo/s1600-h/DSC09906a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajKxZOBSI/AAAAAAAAQzM/JQ_gS-G4HYo/s1600-h/DSC09906a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648212256916770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SlajKxZOBSI/AAAAAAAAQzM/JQ_gS-G4HYo/s400/DSC09906a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Homenagem de Mairos a outro cartola de Trás-os-Montes, o sábio Abade de Baçal, pároco na aldeia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slaa8zPq1jI/AAAAAAAAQxs/6dY1lTX8ZrI/s1600-h/DSC09829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356639176142542386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Slaa8zPq1jI/AAAAAAAAQxs/6dY1lTX8ZrI/s400/DSC09829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vista captada do adro da igreja. Mairos, terra fértil! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mairos e &lt;a href="http://travancasdaraia.blogspot.com/2009/07/piquenique-da-escola-eb1-de-argemil.html"&gt;Argemil&lt;/a&gt;, duas aldeias vizinhas, duas escolas diferentes na forma de encerramento do ano lectivo mas ambas convergindo no apêlo à participação da comunidade nas actividades educativas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Gostava de ensinar e era feliz no exercício da minha profissão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNMU7pxOI/AAAAAAAAQf0/ck_q6NAXXyQ/s1600-h/DSC09052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342479932140930274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNMU7pxOI/AAAAAAAAQf0/ck_q6NAXXyQ/s200/DSC09052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, com a enxurrada de leis que inundam a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escola Pública&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de burocracia, numa lógica de gestão empresarial, e a criação de uma estrutura fortemente hierarquizada, no vértice da qual ficará o "reitor" tecnocrata, da confiança da força política que estiver nas direcções regionais de educação, o meu campo de acção pedagógico estaria delimitado pelo querer de terceiros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL5gl0PJI/AAAAAAAAQfE/WyCdHsNwX2I/s1600-h/DSC09008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342478509341424786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL5gl0PJI/AAAAAAAAQfE/WyCdHsNwX2I/s400/DSC09008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL5gl0PJI/AAAAAAAAQfE/WyCdHsNwX2I/s1600-h/DSC09008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL5gl0PJI/AAAAAAAAQfE/WyCdHsNwX2I/s1600-h/DSC09008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A sensação de que a liberdade e a democracia estão cada vez mais arredadas da escola, partilhada por muitos professores, causa-me tristeza, sobretudo quando olho para trás e recordo com saudade a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;escola democrática, de todos e para todos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O clima nas escolas degradou-se. Estão todos contra todos. Instalou-se uma sanha persecutória, inquisitorial. Professores são amordaçados, obrigados a desfilar numa marcha de Carnaval. Outro é demitido por contar, em privado, uma anedota sobre o primeiro-ministro. Os casos de atentado à dignidade profissional multiplicam-se. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL59dbGdI/AAAAAAAAQfU/GIWk7U90Cz4/s1600-h/DSC09031aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342478517090851282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL59dbGdI/AAAAAAAAQfU/GIWk7U90Cz4/s400/DSC09031aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Força da Razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL5gl0PJI/AAAAAAAAQfE/WyCdHsNwX2I/s1600-h/DSC09008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O professor doutor Vital Moreira durante a campanha eleitoral para a eleição de deputados ao Parlamento Europeu, afirmou, em Bragança, que "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;estamos a assistir a uma revolução na educação&lt;/span&gt;". Embora discorde da natureza dessa revolução, concordo com ele na existência de uma revolução visto que no curto espaço desta legislatura a estrutura e funcionamento da escola pública passou por profundas transformações que a estão a degradar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O concurso para professores titulares foi o grande embuste que deu cobertura legal a profundas injustiças. A avaliação é uma farsa que esconde objectivos economicistas à custa da perda de poder de compra dos professores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Este ano "todos sentem que o ano foi em grande parte perdido. Pior: todos sabem que a escola está, hoje, pior do que há um ano&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;António Barreto, in Público 24-05-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNz1-eqII/AAAAAAAAQf8/JSBexm5P97A/s1600-h/DSC09096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342480611026053250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNz1-eqII/AAAAAAAAQf8/JSBexm5P97A/s400/DSC09096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNz1-eqII/AAAAAAAAQf8/JSBexm5P97A/s1600-h/DSC09096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNz1-eqII/AAAAAAAAQf8/JSBexm5P97A/s1600-h/DSC09096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNz1-eqII/AAAAAAAAQf8/JSBexm5P97A/s1600-h/DSC09096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNMU7pxOI/AAAAAAAAQf0/ck_q6NAXXyQ/s1600-h/DSC09052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os professores sentem-se humilhados por uma equipa ministerial, prepotente e arrogante, que os trata como "professorzecos" e por uma ministra da educação autoritária e autista que os responsabiliza pelo abandono escolar dos alunos; que faz reformas sem ouvi-los, preferindo voltar a opinão pública contra a classe docente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL6SuDdeI/AAAAAAAAQfk/cs2VrzzarM8/s1600-h/DSC09093aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342478522797749730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL6SuDdeI/AAAAAAAAQfk/cs2VrzzarM8/s400/DSC09093aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL6SuDdeI/AAAAAAAAQfk/cs2VrzzarM8/s1600-h/DSC09093aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Este confronto, marcado por medidas que visam domesticar a autonomia dos professores e que os desvalorizm socialmente, vai ficar como uma das páginas mais negras da história da educação em Portugal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A situaçção criada é a de um desastre ecológico. Serão precisos anos ou décadas para reparar os estragos. só uma nova geração poderá sentir-se em paz consigo, com os outros e com as escolas".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;António Barreto, in Público 24-04-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pobre Portugal, ditosa Pátria minha amada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRNz1-eqII/AAAAAAAAQf8/JSBexm5P97A/s1600-h/DSC09096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRN0LXgstI/AAAAAAAAQgE/MFFm_FEqGRQ/s1600-h/DSC09104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342480616768189138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRN0LXgstI/AAAAAAAAQgE/MFFm_FEqGRQ/s400/DSC09104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRL6FRQU4I/AAAAAAAAQfc/CBP_3GfiOIo/s1600-h/DSC09046.JPG"&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRN0LXgstI/AAAAAAAAQgE/MFFm_FEqGRQ/s1600-h/DSC09104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SiRN0LXgstI/AAAAAAAAQgE/MFFm_FEqGRQ/s1600-h/DSC09104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0q3e3WOmI/AAAAAAAAQb4/8ECZG2RgNeI/s400/DSC08544aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comemoração da data só se tornou possível graças à boa vontade das professoras, atarefadas com outras actividades educativas, incluindo uma visita de estudo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0ZbFKqp8I/AAAAAAAAQaI/EFaRNQYXch8/s1600-h/DSC08196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340452686165354434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0ZbFKqp8I/AAAAAAAAQaI/EFaRNQYXch8/s400/DSC08196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0fbxzo85I/AAAAAAAAQbQ/NyqNSnDquC8/s1600-h/DSC08197a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340459295218135954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0fbxzo85I/AAAAAAAAQbQ/NyqNSnDquC8/s200/DSC08197a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O grandioso edifício de granito da anterior escola primária, mandado erigir em 1888 por um rico emigrante da terra, Rodrigues de Sá, atesta bem, desde há muito, a preocupação dada à instrução das gentes desta terra da raia transmontana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh3uEFgXoyI/AAAAAAAAQcY/sl-Q3uZWSmc/s1600-h/DSC08210a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340686487096107810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh3uEFgXoyI/AAAAAAAAQcY/sl-Q3uZWSmc/s400/DSC08210a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O edifício actual, inaugurado em 1981, mantém essa tradição de boas instalações escolares, ímpar nas terras mais próximas. Mairos é também uma das aldeias concelhias onde há mais crianças. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e52tvvHI/AAAAAAAAQbI/qE8Z3iaa58E/s1600-h/DSC08582a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340458712420039794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e52tvvHI/AAAAAAAAQbI/qE8Z3iaa58E/s400/DSC08582a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os dois factores contribuem para que a escola receba alunos das vizinhas aldeias de Paradela de Monforte e de São Cornélio, aos quais se juntarão, no próximo ano lectivo, alunos de São Vicente, Aveleda, Orjais, Segirei, Argemil e Travancas, aldeias da fronteira onde escasseia o elemento humano, a maior das riquezas de uma terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0vxuAJr1I/AAAAAAAAQcA/04psz44WNTU/s1600-h/DSC08392a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340477264340037458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0vxuAJr1I/AAAAAAAAQcA/04psz44WNTU/s200/DSC08392a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habituado a desenvolver na Escola Secundária de São João do Estoril actividades relacionadas com a Dimensão Europeia na Educação, não resisti, na situação de reformado, de me manter ligado ao ensino como professor voluntário e, passando parte do meu tempo a residir em Travancas, aldeia vizinha de Mairos, propus, na Páscoa, às professoras da EB 1 de Mairos, a comemoração do Dia da Europa, ideia a que elas foram receptivas por a actividade se integrar no currículo dos alunos e na relação da escola com o meio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKYAeU0WI/AAAAAAAAQVY/fk6ZeH9RPC0/s1600-h/DSC08540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338043603389567330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKYAeU0WI/AAAAAAAAQVY/fk6ZeH9RPC0/s400/DSC08540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No Dia da Europa comemora-se o nascimento oficial da União Europeia. Foi neste dia, em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://europa.eu/abc/symbols/9-may/decl_pt.htm"&gt;9 de Maio de 1950&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que Robert Shumann, ministro francês dos negócios estrangeiros, apelou a outros países para, em torno da paz, da democracia e do progresso, formarem a CECA – Comunidade Europeia do Carvão e do Aço, embrião da actual União Europeia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh1Ne0AgD-I/AAAAAAAAQcI/a2k-wP-joC0/s1600-h/DSC08559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340509924883435490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh1Ne0AgD-I/AAAAAAAAQcI/a2k-wP-joC0/s400/DSC08559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKYAeU0WI/AAAAAAAAQVY/fk6ZeH9RPC0/s1600-h/DSC08540.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em cima da hora, dois dias antes da comemoração, apareci na escola, com abundante material didáctico e informativo, gentilmente cedido pelas simpaticas e eficientes funcionárias das representações do Parlamento Europeu e da Comissão Europeia em Lisboa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0hKAWN1jI/AAAAAAAAQbg/8QmuGJ2oUBQ/s1600-h/DSC08587a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340461188906866226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0hKAWN1jI/AAAAAAAAQbg/8QmuGJ2oUBQ/s400/DSC08587a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexta-feira, dia 8 de Maio, a seguir ao almoço, conforme combinado com as professoras, voltei à escola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338051700881741922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSRvV-52GI/AAAAAAAAQWw/MOA-4_ek8Y0/s400/DSC08623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0fcIQP0oI/AAAAAAAAQbY/D9UWzHOjCnY/s1600-h/europe_day_2005_pt%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340459301243703938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0fcIQP0oI/AAAAAAAAQbY/D9UWzHOjCnY/s200/europe_day_2005_pt%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juntaram-se os alunos numa única sala e, no papel de professor convidado, dei uma &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sobre os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2006/12/dimenso-europeia-na-educao.html"&gt;Símbolos da União Europeia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, do agrado das crianças, pela reacção que observei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKXzA25bI/AAAAAAAAQVQ/-KeGmbAdLiQ/s1600-h/DSC08541.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338043599776310706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKXzA25bI/AAAAAAAAQVQ/-KeGmbAdLiQ/s400/DSC08541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminada a aula, a professora Dalila escreveu num quadro a letra do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hino da Alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKX-QBFwI/AAAAAAAAQVI/FR3442w40NY/s1600-h/DSC08536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338043602792683266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKX-QBFwI/AAAAAAAAQVI/FR3442w40NY/s400/DSC08536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela, a profesora Hermínia, a educadora de infância e a funcionária de acção educativa ensinaram as crianças a cantá-lo, tendo-o aprendido sem dificuldade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKYU8-J6I/AAAAAAAAQVo/aWuEPZz78SA/s1600-h/DSC08555a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338043608886814626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSKYU8-J6I/AAAAAAAAQVo/aWuEPZz78SA/s400/DSC08555a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um aluno de São Cornélio, meu conhecido desde que o encontrei com as cabras num dia de neve, ficou tão entusiasmado que, sem ninguém o ensinar, assobiando, interpretou bem o hino da União Europeia, acto merecedor de reconhecimento e entusiásticas palmas por parte dos colegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e4-B_oLI/AAAAAAAAQao/nLWHEoY9VAA/s1600-h/DSC08564a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340458697204146354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e4-B_oLI/AAAAAAAAQao/nLWHEoY9VAA/s400/DSC08564a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de cantado o Hino da Alegria, retirado da 9ª sinfonia de Bethoven, as professoras distribuíram esferográficas, canetas de pendurar ao pescoço, réguas, blocos de notas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0ZbzhMKXI/AAAAAAAAQag/JL6AeeaiiPI/s1600-h/DSC08582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340452698607855986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0ZbzhMKXI/AAAAAAAAQag/JL6AeeaiiPI/s400/DSC08582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... bolas insufláveis com o símbolo do Parlamento Europeu, mapas da União Europeia ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e5BLxSqI/AAAAAAAAQaw/UgOmY1TQN5E/s1600-h/DSC08573a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340458698050456226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e5BLxSqI/AAAAAAAAQaw/UgOmY1TQN5E/s400/DSC08573a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... brochuras ilustradas e, dirigida aos encarregados de educação, uma brochura com um CD sobre o Parlamento Europeu e as eleições de 7 de Junho próximo para o maior parlamento multinacional do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0ZbzhMKXI/AAAAAAAAQag/JL6AeeaiiPI/s1600-h/DSC08582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e5b64MmI/AAAAAAAAQa4/K0AA32M7_m0/s1600-h/DSC08571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340458705227362914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e5b64MmI/AAAAAAAAQa4/K0AA32M7_m0/s400/DSC08571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e5BLxSqI/AAAAAAAAQaw/UgOmY1TQN5E/s1600-h/DSC08573a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era patente a satisfação dos alunos, visível na concentração da leitura e no folhear cuidadoso das brochuras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh3rsSSbMCI/AAAAAAAAQcQ/W06Ie4BB_wA/s1600-h/DSC08569aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340683879187165218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh3rsSSbMCI/AAAAAAAAQcQ/W06Ie4BB_wA/s400/DSC08569aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma aluna, julgando possivelmente que as prendas foram oferecidas por mim, disse-me que era muito simpático. Aliás, a empatia foi recíproca, achei os alunos comunicativos, sociáveis e bastante interessados. Em casa, ao contar essa impressão à minha mulher, natural de uma aldeia mais arriba, na montanha, disse-me que já noutros tempos "os de Mairos" tinham fama de elevada urbanidade e sociabilidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e5iQBKtI/AAAAAAAAQbA/TbA59jDk21o/s1600-h/DSC08588a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340458706926643922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0e5iQBKtI/AAAAAAAAQbA/TbA59jDk21o/s400/DSC08588a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agradeço às professoras o espírito de abertura para trabalhar com um ex-colega que não conheciam de parte nenhuma. Desejo-lhes um óptimo trabalho, realizado em condições de menos autonomia e de liberdade que o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0ZbRUmD0I/AAAAAAAAQaQ/wwiGbD_erNQ/s1600-h/DSC08206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340452689428221762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sh0ZbRUmD0I/AAAAAAAAQaQ/wwiGbD_erNQ/s400/DSC08206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saudação, à entrada de Mairos, junto ao portão da escola, a quem chega de Chaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338051694984894402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ShSRvAA_F8I/AAAAAAAAQWo/lH1qlmZVPig/s400/DSC08392a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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mapa das comemorações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escola EB 1 de Argemil da Raia - Chaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cc2aa32254539c8a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc2aa32254539c8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331130600%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D491CB252771DD2AD00621E06237B3A5A79814803.3C1B8F887B6E489A065D5AEFF383909C8B2C825D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc2aa32254539c8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkZibF26zkEpJHn3Y3UNEOSZLG4c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc2aa32254539c8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331130600%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D491CB252771DD2AD00621E06237B3A5A79814803.3C1B8F887B6E489A065D5AEFF383909C8B2C825D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc2aa32254539c8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkZibF26zkEpJHn3Y3UNEOSZLG4c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Europe Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Journée de l'Europe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd4tS0M6hI/AAAAAAAAQLA/NF3LlYMF0EI/s1600-h/DSC08399aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd4tS0M6hI/AAAAAAAAQLA/NF3LlYMF0EI/s1600-h/DSC08399aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334365003183876626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd4tS0M6hI/AAAAAAAAQLA/NF3LlYMF0EI/s400/DSC08399aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd4tS0M6hI/AAAAAAAAQLA/NF3LlYMF0EI/s1600-h/DSC08399aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lores colhidas pelos alunos no campo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pela primeira vez foi comemorado o Dia da Europa na Escola primária de Argemil, concelho de Chaves. Pelo facto de o dia 9 de Maio ser num Sábado antecipou-se a comemoração para a véspera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.eb23-nadir-afonso.rcts.pt/jornal/"&gt;Jornal Escolar Digital&lt;/a&gt; do agrupamento de escolas Nadir Afonso faz referência ao festejo na Escola de Argemil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd4be3-3lI/AAAAAAAAQK4/ofl_7T4U5OQ/s1600-h/DSC08532ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334364697183313490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd4be3-3lI/AAAAAAAAQK4/ofl_7T4U5OQ/s400/DSC08532ab.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;A comemoração do Dia da Europa na escola B1 de Argemil da Raia, frequentada por crianças das aldeias de São Vicente, Travancas e Argemil, foi a primeira e será a única porque a escola será provavelmente fechada no próximo ano lectivo devido ao insuficiente número de alunos. Antigamente cada uma das aldeias tinha a sua própria escola frequentada por dezenas de crianças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgf-EKJyNkI/AAAAAAAAQNg/RgE2FSxRaBY/s1600-h/DSC08379a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334511631041967682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgf-EKJyNkI/AAAAAAAAQNg/RgE2FSxRaBY/s400/DSC08379a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aldeias, a exemplo do que aconteceu por todas as outras de Trás-os-Montes e Alto Douro, despovoaram-se nas últimas décadas. Primeiro foi a emigração a levar muitos dos melhores filhos na idade em que podiam produzir riqueza. Agora é a quebra da taxa de natalidade a provocar a sangria populacional. Perdendo a sua maior riqueza e motor de desenvolvimento, as aldeias e toda a região estão a hipotecar o seu futuro sem que os poderes publicos tomem medidas drásticas para inverter a situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgdq2nG_tPI/AAAAAAAAQKY/HSgUhtBx7Gs/s1600-h/DSC08399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334349770087445746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgdq2nG_tPI/AAAAAAAAQKY/HSgUhtBx7Gs/s400/DSC08399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escola só tem uma sala de aula. No átrio de entrada foi montada uma exposição com material informativo relativo às instituições europeias e às eleições de 7 de Junho para o Parlamento Europeu. Todo esse material, incluindo canetas, blocos de notas, réguas e bolas de praia, foi fornecido pelos gabinetes de representação do Parlamento Europeu e da Comissão Europeia em Lisboa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgf-EoJ-7uI/AAAAAAAAQNw/qPZrA3e-EhE/s1600-h/DSC08436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334511639095865058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgf-EoJ-7uI/AAAAAAAAQNw/qPZrA3e-EhE/s400/DSC08436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora Glória com alguns dos alunos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeTJT1bM0I/AAAAAAAAQNA/QKYKNEWVZpw/s1600-h/DSC08517aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394071796101954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeTJT1bM0I/AAAAAAAAQNA/QKYKNEWVZpw/s400/DSC08517aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte das brochuras, incluindo uma com um CD sobre o Parlamento Europeu, destinou-se a ser entregue aos pais e encarregados de educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgdq2UeQwcI/AAAAAAAAQKI/2V9Nrl5pNtI/s1600-h/DSC08381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334349765084758466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgdq2UeQwcI/AAAAAAAAQKI/2V9Nrl5pNtI/s400/DSC08381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colega Alice, depois de breves palavras para justificar às mães o convite para participarem na comemoração do Dia da Europa, interrogou os alunos sobre conteúdos relacionados com a União Europeia e constantes numa ficha de trabalho. Os meninos sabiam tudo, incluindo o nome completo do presidente da Comissão Europeia! Não erraram nada, uma maravilha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgdq2QrH3II/AAAAAAAAQKQ/3_AUSUDu_G8/s1600-h/DSC08384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334349764064959618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgdq2QrH3II/AAAAAAAAQKQ/3_AUSUDu_G8/s400/DSC08384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aula sobre os símbolos da União Europeia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A União Europeia, enquanto entidade política, dotou-se de cinco símbolos que a identificam perante as nações do mundo inteiro: a bandeira azul com 12 estrelas amarelas; o Hino da Alegria de Bethoven; o lema “unida na diversidade”; a moeda europeia, o euro; e o Dia da Europa para festejar o nascimento oficial do processo de unificação europeia, iniciado em 9 de Maio de 1950 com a Declaração Schumann. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgdrMu-kOWI/AAAAAAAAQKw/lAMjNOT6pgg/s1600-h/DSC08623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334350150156695906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgdrMu-kOWI/AAAAAAAAQKw/lAMjNOT6pgg/s400/DSC08623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sobre os símbolos europeus falei eu, adaptando a informação da postagem feita anteriormente no blogue. Para ver esse conteúdo clicar &lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2006/12/dimenso-europeia-na-educao.html"&gt;aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd8wwZC8wI/AAAAAAAAQLI/kmyFNmw3Ufg/s1600-h/DSC08405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334369460709159682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd8wwZC8wI/AAAAAAAAQLI/kmyFNmw3Ufg/s400/DSC08405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendendo as bandeiras ao baraço para os alunos as hastearem. Tinha conversado com as professoras na Páscoa sobre a comemoração do Dia da Europa na escola, ideia que elas receberam com agrado porque a actividade se integrava nos conteúdos programáticos e na relação da escola com o meio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd8xG912BI/AAAAAAAAQLQ/Phwb0Jyoxd0/s1600-h/DSC08417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334369466769070098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd8xG912BI/AAAAAAAAQLQ/Phwb0Jyoxd0/s400/DSC08417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd8xG912BI/AAAAAAAAQLQ/Phwb0Jyoxd0/s1600-h/DSC08417.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Voltei à escola três dias antes da data comemorativa. Apesar de o tempo ser escasso para realizar o evento, as professoras esmeraram-se na preparação dos alunos e no convite aos encarregados de educação para comparecerem à cerimónia. Por motivos inadiáveis apenas faltou uma para fazer o pleno!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd8xNn8VZI/AAAAAAAAQLY/HJt7rPSUMZw/s1600-h/DSC08421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334369468556268946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd8xNn8VZI/AAAAAAAAQLY/HJt7rPSUMZw/s400/DSC08421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgd8xNn8VZI/AAAAAAAAQLY/HJt7rPSUMZw/s1600-h/DSC08421.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A professora do jardim de infância a ensinar os alunos a hastear as bandeiras. Só havia um mastro para duas e não tinha fio. Foi o senhor Gustavo, presidente da Junta de Freguesia de Travancas, a que pertence a aldeia de Argemil da Raia, a oferecer-se para o comprar em Chaves e colocá-lo no mastro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgf-EWYhPlI/AAAAAAAAQNo/9oA44NgfRqk/s1600-h/DSC08430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334511634324995666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgf-EWYhPlI/AAAAAAAAQNo/9oA44NgfRqk/s400/DSC08430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A acompanhar o hastear das bandeiras foram cantados os hinos de Portugal e da União Europeia. Estranhei quando ouvi cantar A Portuguesa. O Hino da Alegria veio logo a seguir e percebi que o portuguesismo está bem enraizado, o que alias não deixa de ser salutar. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeIdzZDK3I/AAAAAAAAQLw/bO16I_0itrw/s1600-h/DSC08425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334382329236499314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeIdzZDK3I/AAAAAAAAQLw/bO16I_0itrw/s400/DSC08425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao grupo juntou-se o senhor padre Delmino, pároco de várias paróquias das redondezas. Foi convidado quando passava diante da escola, vindo de rezar a missa em honra de São Miguel, padroeiro de Argemil da Raia e cuja festa se realiza no Domingo mais próximo do dia 8 de Maio. Todavia, este ano, por impedimento da mordoma, realiza-se a 17 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeMLJaRyeI/AAAAAAAAQMg/EFE3J3hN1Vw/s1600-h/DSC08454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334386406776228322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeMLJaRyeI/AAAAAAAAQMg/EFE3J3hN1Vw/s400/DSC08454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o fim da festa do Dia da Europa estava reservada uma agradável surpresa. As professoras pediram às mães para levarem comida para um lanche. Elas foram impecáveis, deixaram os seus afazeres domésticos e foram à escola, marcando não só a sua presença mas levando doces, bolos, bolachas, bebidas, presunto, salpicão e chouriços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgf-E6UpJuI/AAAAAAAAQN4/5XwGJ3xykYA/s1600-h/DSC08463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334511643972413154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgf-E6UpJuI/AAAAAAAAQN4/5XwGJ3xykYA/s400/DSC08463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As professoras também pediram às mães para vestirem as crianças de azul e amarelo, as cores da bandeira europeia. É claro que nem todas puderam ir assim vestidas porque não teriam em casa t-shirts amarelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeMLUP8WVI/AAAAAAAAQMo/b9MX_uF-tPg/s1600-h/DSC08473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334386409685670226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeMLUP8WVI/AAAAAAAAQMo/b9MX_uF-tPg/s400/DSC08473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeMLJaRyeI/AAAAAAAAQMg/EFE3J3hN1Vw/s1600-h/DSC08454.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperou a boa disposição na conversa do senhor padre Delmino com mães e encarregadas de educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeVMTw99aI/AAAAAAAAQNY/fjvCKUPUCgo/s1600-h/DSC08503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396322340271522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeVMTw99aI/AAAAAAAAQNY/fjvCKUPUCgo/s400/DSC08503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a manhã primaveril terminou em festa. Meninos a brincar no recreio com as bolas oferecidas pelo gabinete do Parlamento Europeu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeNLg7q11I/AAAAAAAAQMw/JbuFyJbFPy8/s1600-h/DSC08526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334387512601925458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgeNLg7q11I/AAAAAAAAQMw/JbuFyJbFPy8/s400/DSC08526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A educadora de infancia, Manuela Gouveia, na sua missão de vigilância e de acompanhamento das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Não dei importância à notícia; já tinha havido o golpe falhado do 16 de Março nas Caldas da Rainha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOTINrLrnI/AAAAAAAAQFI/A0ECTCKOnDQ/s1600-h/DSC08070a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328764553428446834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOTINrLrnI/AAAAAAAAQFI/A0ECTCKOnDQ/s400/DSC08070a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só reagi com alegria ao golpe militar, quando ao logo do dia e nos dias seguintes, o Le Monde, a radio Europe 1 e todos os jornais e cadeias de televisão francesas noticiaram a onda de euforia que tomava conta dos lisboetas, colocando &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“oeillets rouges”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na ponta das espingardas, empunhadas pelos militares revoltosos. Da aliança espontânea da população com os capitães do MFA nasceria a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Revolução dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cravos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOTIdA7elI/AAAAAAAAQFQ/9oEeMX4PmNE/s1600-h/DSC08065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328764557546191442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOTIdA7elI/AAAAAAAAQFQ/9oEeMX4PmNE/s400/DSC08065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que resta dessa utopia? A Liberdade? Vi há dias uma foto do Otelo, um dos ícones da revolução. O rosto dele, tão diferente do jovem comandante, robusto e senhor das armas, fez-me imensa tristeza! O 25 de Abril está assim, como ele, um velho acabado! Os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“filhos de Abril”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; são poucos e parecem ter outro tipo de preocupações. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOKteqqZYI/AAAAAAAAQDA/MOHe2Es1Cak/s1600-h/DSC07993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328755298040178050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOKteqqZYI/AAAAAAAAQDA/MOHe2Es1Cak/s400/DSC07993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na manifestação gosto de manter a atitude de cientista social, de observador não participante!&lt;br /&gt;Este grupo da JS, além do dos profs, era aquele pelo qual eu mais esperava! Por entre as bandeiras amarelas e mensagem revendicativa de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;casamentos homossexuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, esperava ver o JR, ex-aluno que, juntamente com outros colegas, levei ao Parlamento Europeu em Bruxelas. Parece que ainda vejo a alegria estampada no seu rosto por ter ouvido o discurso de Zapatero. Não o vi, fiquei triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOKtVcCl3I/AAAAAAAAQDI/MjcWuWi855I/s1600-h/DSC08014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328755295562930034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOKtVcCl3I/AAAAAAAAQDI/MjcWuWi855I/s400/DSC08014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpatizo imenso com os bascos. Foi dito há dias, pela polícia de combate ao terrorismo, que o dirigente máximo da ETA tinha estado em Portugal, para criar uma base da organização, sem sucesso. Como simples cidadão, incapaz de pagar numa arma, não acredito que os movimentos nacionalistas bascos ou galegos não tenham santuários do lado de cá da fronteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOKtuFM7II/AAAAAAAAQDQ/unHxoeydwNg/s1600-h/DSC08020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328755302178024578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOKtuFM7II/AAAAAAAAQDQ/unHxoeydwNg/s400/DSC08020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A independência do Sahara Ocidental, reivindicada pela Frente Polisario, será uma causa perdida? Timor-Leste teve mais sorte. Teve Clinton como presidente na Casa Branca e Portugal, antiga potência administrante, durante a ocupação indonésia manteve a chama da independência acesa nas Nações Unidas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marrocos ocupou o &lt;a href="http://www.paginavermelha.org/noticias/sahara-ocidental.htm"&gt;Sahara Ocidental&lt;/a&gt; em 1976, mas a Espanha, antiga colonizadora, e ocupando as cidades marroquinas de Ceuta e Melila, não está para levantar questiúnculas com os poderosos países árabes, por causa de um povo de nómadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL72sLbYI/AAAAAAAAQDo/pE92ffDkSZY/s1600-h/DSC08076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328756644518784386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL72sLbYI/AAAAAAAAQDo/pE92ffDkSZY/s400/DSC08076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A manifestação acabou antes das 18 horas. Fotografava o relógio na esquina da Rua da Betesga com o Rossio, quando o JR de Cascais e alguns amigos, com as bandeirinhas amarelas da JS já meio enroladas, se cruzaram comigo. Fiquei satisfeito. Nem tudo vai mal no Reino da Dinamarca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL8Gshr8I/AAAAAAAAQDw/y-imf2tgemw/s1600-h/DSC08073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328756648815210434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL8Gshr8I/AAAAAAAAQDw/y-imf2tgemw/s400/DSC08073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já há uns tempos que não passava pela Baixa pombalina. Este prédio, pintado recentemente, fica com muito charme e dá a Lisboa um ar de cidade rica e civilizada. Aos poucos está a mudar para melhor. Mas é uma pena, uma cidade tão linda continuar a ser a parente terceiro-mundista das capitais europeias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL7nqseNI/AAAAAAAAQDg/WTrncIHOVBA/s1600-h/DSC08071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328756640486029522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL7nqseNI/AAAAAAAAQDg/WTrncIHOVBA/s400/DSC08071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas que senhor tão garrido! Repare-se no chapéu e na pêra grisalha. Será um ex-Capitão de Abril?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL8VOti3I/AAAAAAAAQEA/VGRXHXY4ZWw/s1600-h/DSC08082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328756652716690290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL8VOti3I/AAAAAAAAQEA/VGRXHXY4ZWw/s400/DSC08082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E aqui está o nosso querido rei Dom João I, fundador da dinastia de Avis! Pode dizer-se que Portugal é um país livre e independente graças a ele e ao seu amigo Nuno Alvares Pereira. O Dia da Liberdade de 2009 vai ficar na história da igreja católica portuguesa. Em Roma, no dia 26, foi finalmente canonizado o santo guerreiro do rei João I. Nas ruínas do antigo convento do Carmo o dia era de festa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328764551334719778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOTIF3_8SI/AAAAAAAAQFA/n2P9KocX4Vo/s400/DSC08009a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Uma “Conquista de Abril”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Apesar de milhares de portugueses continuarem a emigrar devido ao seu país não lhes oferecer condições de uma vida digna, Portugal converteu-se também num país imigrantes oriundos das antigas colónias africanas, do Brasil, da Europa de Leste, da Índia, do Bangladesh, etc. Um sikh paquistanês, se vender 50 cravos vermelhos, a um euro cada, ganhará o suficiente, se calhar, para sustentar a família, na província de Lahore. Os imigrantes reivindicam igualdade de direitos. Será pedir demais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL8G9KH9I/AAAAAAAAQD4/Gp9zsaaQ5KI/s1600-h/DSC08087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328756648884969426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL8G9KH9I/AAAAAAAAQD4/Gp9zsaaQ5KI/s400/DSC08087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL8G9KH9I/AAAAAAAAQD4/Gp9zsaaQ5KI/s1600-h/DSC08087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOL8G9KH9I/AAAAAAAAQD4/Gp9zsaaQ5KI/s1600-h/DSC08087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Novos alfacinhas usam carapinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONJckYMpI/AAAAAAAAQEI/ti-A9MwFcN4/s1600-h/DSC08094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328757977536541330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONJckYMpI/AAAAAAAAQEI/ti-A9MwFcN4/s400/DSC08094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entrei na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;igreja de São Domingos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Aliás, gosto de lá entrar. É um templo onde se respira espiritualidade, como no Senhor do Bonfim, na Bahia. Por fora não se faz ideia da sua grandiosidade. Feliz ideia, a de não a terem reconstruído. A violência do terramoto de 1755 está visível nas mazelas deixadas nas belas colunas, como se tivessem sofrido gigantescas marteladas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a igreja também é célebre por daí partirem para o Rossio as procissões do Tribunal do Santo Ofício, para julgar, torturar e queimar na praça pública aqueles que a Inquisição considerava inimigos da Igreja. Foram séculos de obscurantismo que privaram os portugueses de liberdade religiosa e mancharam a imagem de Portugal na Europa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONJUYfMOI/AAAAAAAAQEQ/F4JW9fGftLw/s1600-h/DSC08110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328757975339184354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONJUYfMOI/AAAAAAAAQEQ/F4JW9fGftLw/s400/DSC08110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No largo, em frente à igreja de São Domingos, a comunidade marrana, nome pejorativo dado aos judeus em Portugal, mandou erguer este monumento &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Em memória dos milhares de judeus vítimas da intolerância e do fanatismo religioso assassinados no massacre iniciado a 19 de Abril de 1506 neste largo.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONaNsOqJI/AAAAAAAAQEw/2EA8yqcSn9w/s1600-h/DSC08096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328758265600714898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONaNsOqJI/AAAAAAAAQEw/2EA8yqcSn9w/s200/DSC08096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Igreja Católica reagiu com um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mea culpa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Este centro histórico de Lisboa, onde hoje fraternalmente nos abraçamos, foi no passado palco de violências intoleráveis contra o povo hebreu. Nem devemos esquecer, neste lugar, a triste sorte dos cristãos novos, as pressões para se converterem, os motins, as suspeitas, as delações, os processos temíveis da Inquisição.&lt;br /&gt;Como comunidade maioritária nesta cidade, há perto de mil anos, a Igreja Católica reconhece profundamente manchada a sua memória por esses gestos e palavras tantas vezes praticados em seu nome, indignos da pessoa humana e do Evangelho que ela anuncia."&lt;br /&gt;Oceanos de Paz, 26 de Setembro de 2000&lt;br /&gt;José, Patriarca de Lisboa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONJ-C1SPI/AAAAAAAAQEY/lHL4Jz8EMCc/s1600-h/DSC08111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328757986522646770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONJ-C1SPI/AAAAAAAAQEY/lHL4Jz8EMCc/s400/DSC08111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lisboa, Cidade da Tolerância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandou a CML escrever em diversas línguas, no muro do largo, receosa da imagem negativa que o monumento em memória das vítimas do massacre de 1506 poderia dar dos lisboetas aos turistas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Três monumentos, três visões; uma certeza, a desunião na memória evocada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOKtHsYtYI/AAAAAAAAQC4/o_WL_THIsxQ/s1600-h/DSC07992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328755291873392002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfOKtHsYtYI/AAAAAAAAQC4/o_WL_THIsxQ/s400/DSC07992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Comemorar o Dia da Liberdade para quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para os arredados das altas esferas do poder - minorias étnicas, religiosas e políticas; para homossexuais, imigrantes e jovens com comportamento desviante aos valores dominantes - a liberdade é um instrumento fundamental para reivindicar o direito à diferença.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para que serve a existência de liberdade a um sem-abrigo deitado ao relento no Largo de São Domingos? Para que serve aos familiares das vítimas do desastre da Ponte de Entre-os-Rios, a liberdade de recorrerem à justiça se o tribunal, ao fim de tantos anos, dá como provado que não houve culpados e condena esses familiares a pagar os custos do processo judicial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONKVlSeMI/AAAAAAAAQEo/IV6cBZPrL1Y/s1600-h/DSC08123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328757992841181378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONKVlSeMI/AAAAAAAAQEo/IV6cBZPrL1Y/s400/DSC08123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da passagem pelo Largo de São Domingos, onde estará a nascer um Portugal multi-cultural, nada melhor, para terminar o Dia da Liberdade que uma ginginha, mesmo sem elas, numa das tascas do típico português pançudinho e de bigodinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONJ3aCS7I/AAAAAAAAQEg/VDctQGeyIIE/s1600-h/DSC08122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328757984740920242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SfONJ3aCS7I/AAAAAAAAQEg/VDctQGeyIIE/s400/DSC08122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Actividade inserida no Projecto Educativo Inter-Escolas, do Agrupamento Nadir Afonso, visando comemorar o Dia Mundial do Livro em 23 de Abril de 2009&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxZhXg4I/AAAAAAAAP-w/WMemL2jHstc/s1600-h/DSC07934.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Encontro com a escritora Ana Maria Magalhães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxZhXg4I/AAAAAAAAP-w/WMemL2jHstc/s1600-h/DSC07934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327664649843737474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxZhXg4I/AAAAAAAAP-w/WMemL2jHstc/s400/DSC07934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passado dia 20 de Abril estive no Centro Cultural de Chaves a “fazer a reportagem” do encontro dos alunos e professores do agrupamento de escolas Nadir Afonso com a escritora Ana Maria Magalhães, autora de livros de aventuras para crianças dos seis aos catorze anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxDQZT3I/AAAAAAAAP-o/_HJupM7wTLg/s1600-h/DSC07920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327664643866972018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxDQZT3I/AAAAAAAAP-o/_HJupM7wTLg/s400/DSC07920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha ida ao evento pretendeu ser o ponto de partida de futuro trabalho voluntário nas escolas primárias de Argemil e Mairos, por nelas estudarem crianças da freguesia de Travancas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qw1QjFtI/AAAAAAAAP-Y/_197TQ7S9_A/s1600-h/DSC07901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327664640109516498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qw1QjFtI/AAAAAAAAP-Y/_197TQ7S9_A/s400/DSC07901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Impressionou-me ver o auditório cheio de crianças, embora sejam poucas no conjunto da população concelhia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-poMpzrTI/AAAAAAAAP9w/8yUw-Lg4BrA/s1600-h/DSC07907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327663392259026226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-poMpzrTI/AAAAAAAAP9w/8yUw-Lg4BrA/s400/DSC07907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os meninos e meninas da Escola Primária de Santo António de Monforte cantam e tocam cavaquinho. Vestidos de soldados de Napoleão Bonaparte, participaram nas comemorações do Segundo Centenário da Segunda Invasão Francesa, no desfile de Carnaval de Chaves e na Feira dos Saberes &amp;amp; Sabores. A escola foi a vencedora do concurso “Pinheirinho dos 3 R’s” (Reciclar, Reduzir e Reutilizar), organizado pela Associação para a Promoção do Centro Urbano de Chaves – ProCentro.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxNvl5zI/AAAAAAAAP-g/qeOPqYXKwCU/s1600-h/DSC07902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327664646682175282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxNvl5zI/AAAAAAAAP-g/qeOPqYXKwCU/s400/DSC07902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunos e professoras das escolas EB 1 de Argemil e de Mairos, entre outras, assistindo às diversas actividades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-pon618JI/AAAAAAAAP-A/HSHrhHdhtog/s1600-h/DSC07931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327663399578235026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-pon618JI/AAAAAAAAP-A/HSHrhHdhtog/s400/DSC07931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Maria Magalhães a ser entrevistada por alunos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A história de um dos livros preferidos da escritora “Uma Aventura nas Férias de Natal” passa-se numa quinta dos avós paternos, no Vale da Vilariça, em Trás-os-Montes, onde, em criança, passava as férias do Natal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-pogEq98I/AAAAAAAAP-I/vbILz9740A8/s1600-h/DSC07954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327663397471975362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-pogEq98I/AAAAAAAAP-I/vbILz9740A8/s400/DSC07954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autografando livros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-rmuaX8KI/AAAAAAAAP_A/R0HyuU2UolM/s1600-h/DSC07936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327665565984616610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-rmuaX8KI/AAAAAAAAP_A/R0HyuU2UolM/s400/DSC07936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposição e venda de livros de Ana Maria Magalhães no Centro Cultural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-poZERZBI/AAAAAAAAP94/XEBbAC4ii-Q/s1600-h/DSC07896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327663395591250962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-poZERZBI/AAAAAAAAP94/XEBbAC4ii-Q/s400/DSC07896.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-po_GVtQI/AAAAAAAAP-Q/eqbaXqgob3I/s1600-h/DSC07943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327663405800469762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-po_GVtQI/AAAAAAAAP-Q/eqbaXqgob3I/s400/DSC07943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunos e professoras da Escola EB1 de Mairos, Chaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxaKDz0I/AAAAAAAAP-4/7Fy485QEAdM/s1600-h/DSC07958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327664650014412610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxaKDz0I/AAAAAAAAP-4/7Fy485QEAdM/s400/DSC07958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunos à espera de transporte para as respectivas escolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-5094203325399193931?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e8b79233c32c772c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/5094203325399193931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=5094203325399193931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/5094203325399193931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/5094203325399193931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Comemoração do Dia do Livro'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Se-qxZhXg4I/AAAAAAAAP-w/WMemL2jHstc/s72-c/DSC07934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-4850666541589379632</id><published>2009-04-03T22:38:00.028+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:29:48.107+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eleições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parlamento Europeu'/><title type='text'>Nós, os Europeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Começou o merchandising político&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320583697517678354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdaCruhGjxI/AAAAAAAAPp8/yDZ44-p8HH8/s400/DSC06418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335135256389510898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgo1P7nCZvI/AAAAAAAAQSQ/jo0Ni_5btxg/s200/italian_risorgimento_unification_map%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;Após a unificação da Península Itálica, em 1870, antes dividida em reinos, ducados e Estados Pontifícios, os chefes do movimento &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Risorgimento"&gt;Risorgimento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tomaram consciência que não bastava transformar a Itália num país unificado, era preciso forjar na população o sentimento de pertença a uma nova identidade política nacional: os italianos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgozFfJ6b3I/AAAAAAAAQSI/CYW2rCgLEgA/s1600-h/risorgimento%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335132877929213810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgozFfJ6b3I/AAAAAAAAQSI/CYW2rCgLEgA/s200/risorgimento%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um século depois, apesar dos regionalismos, há um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nós, os italianos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Napolitanos, venezianos, sicilianos e romanos são cidadãos italianos, partilham a mesma cultura e identificam-se como italianos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgorAnvAqzI/AAAAAAAAQR4/m5OeIJ3VkbI/s1600-h/UNI%25C3%2583O%2BEUROPEIA%2B-%2BBANDEIRA%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335123998239927090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgorAnvAqzI/AAAAAAAAQR4/m5OeIJ3VkbI/s200/UNI%25C3%2583O%2BEUROPEIA%2B-%2BBANDEIRA%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Processo semelhante está a ocorrer na Europa com o processo de unificação europeia. Há quem diga que com o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tratado_de_Lisboa_(2007)"&gt;Tratado de Lisboa&lt;/a&gt;, a Europa, enquanto união política, está concretizada. Há leis e instituições políticas comuns; O euro, a bandeira azul com as doze estrelas e o Hino da Alegria representam a União Europeia. Falta criar nos povos da Europa, do Atlântico ao Mar Negro, da Ilha de Malta à Escandinávia, a consciência de que formam um “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NÓS, os europeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgn95GKIQzI/AAAAAAAAQQ4/td_FttD3Gc8/s1600-h/european_elections_2009_pt%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335074390944531250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgn95GKIQzI/AAAAAAAAQQ4/td_FttD3Gc8/s200/european_elections_2009_pt%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Sgn95GKIQzI/AAAAAAAAQQ4/td_FttD3Gc8/s1600-h/european_elections_2009_pt%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As &lt;a href="http://www.europarl.europa.eu/elections2009/default.htm?language=PT"&gt;eleições para o Parlamento Europeu&lt;/a&gt; em Junho, em todos os países da União Europeia, poderão servir para fortalecer o sentimento de pertença à mesma unidade política. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgorgsF51cI/AAAAAAAAQSA/cSl_TYueOeo/s1600-h/eurodeputados%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335124549165503938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SgorgsF51cI/AAAAAAAAQSA/cSl_TYueOeo/s200/eurodeputados%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todavia, a História tem revelado que a pedagogia para a formação de uma consciência europeia é ofuscada, durante a campanha eleitoral, pelo &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;merchandising partidário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-4850666541589379632?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/4850666541589379632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=4850666541589379632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/4850666541589379632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/4850666541589379632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2009/04/nos-os-europeus.html' title='Nós, os Europeus'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdaCruhGjxI/AAAAAAAAPp8/yDZ44-p8HH8/s72-c/DSC06418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-7489110485576729130</id><published>2008-10-24T19:08:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:23:22.212+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aula. reforma'/><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIRRBk1TgI/AAAAAAAAJGk/TasFV6t4xnk/s1600-h/DSC07723a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260786298900532738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIRRBk1TgI/AAAAAAAAJGk/TasFV6t4xnk/s400/DSC07723a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os meus colegas de Economia quando souberam que me ia reformar quiseram estar comigo numa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;última aula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Apesar de pretender ir-me embora sem alarido, desiludido com a política educativa desta ministra, acedi à iniciativa. Recusar, seria uma atitude que eles não iriam compreender. Obrigado Luciano, Germano, Lurdes, Graça, Manuela, Cordovil e Janeca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIQ9CealjI/AAAAAAAAJGc/o9H5E0r4Q-0/s1600-h/DSC07711a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260785955544667698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIQ9CealjI/AAAAAAAAJGc/o9H5E0r4Q-0/s400/DSC07711a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa “última aula” era para fazer uso das novas tecnologias e falar da minha experiência pedagógica no Liceu de São João do Estoril, centrada na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dimensão Europeia na Educação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e na minha ligação a Trás-os-Montes, mas, à boa maneira portuguesa, o cabo de ligação à Internet estava partido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIQqYbVGmI/AAAAAAAAJGU/B9KKzB8PCqM/s1600-h/Lurdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260785635019790946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIQqYbVGmI/AAAAAAAAJGU/B9KKzB8PCqM/s200/Lurdes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durante a sessão também usaram da palavra a minha coordenadora, colega e amiga, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maria de Lurdes Valbom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e a presidente da Comissão Executiva, Dra. Ana Ribeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIPhi3PfUI/AAAAAAAAJF8/MoHXPbJDxcI/s1600-h/Tomas,Carolina,Francisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260784383690767682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIPhi3PfUI/AAAAAAAAJF8/MoHXPbJDxcI/s400/Tomas,Carolina,Francisco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiquei feliz por ver na assistência alguns alunos do ensino nocturno e três dos alunos – O Tomás, a Carolina e o Francisco – que foram comigo a Estrasburgo receber o prémio pelo trabalho «&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L’Europe à Coeur, de l’Atlantique à la Mer Noire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIPhorhXMI/AAAAAAAAJF0/J4TzNO_j6y8/s1600-h/DSC07723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260784385252220098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIPhorhXMI/AAAAAAAAJF0/J4TzNO_j6y8/s400/DSC07723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIPhorhXMI/AAAAAAAAJF0/J4TzNO_j6y8/s1600-h/DSC07723.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordada por mim, também esteve presente a saudosa colega &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alzira Dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, anterior coordenadora do sétimo grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIPg2PaRZI/AAAAAAAAJFs/uA058DORqFY/s1600-h/DSC00768a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260784371712542098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIPg2PaRZI/AAAAAAAAJFs/uA058DORqFY/s400/DSC00768a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Europa está feita, falta fazer os europeus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIpzT2V98I/AAAAAAAAJGs/0fOM9AbbLys/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260813276200433602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIpzT2V98I/AAAAAAAAJGs/0fOM9AbbLys/s400/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fraga Bolideira - Chaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Regresso às fragas de onde me roubaram"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Miguel Torga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-7489110485576729130?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/7489110485576729130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=7489110485576729130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/7489110485576729130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/7489110485576729130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_24.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SQIRRBk1TgI/AAAAAAAAJGk/TasFV6t4xnk/s72-c/DSC07723a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-6558123185123112307</id><published>2008-06-07T12:51:00.026+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:19:16.807Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selecção de futebol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inquérito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scolari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Boa Sorte Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEcPcZIyvtI/AAAAAAAAH7U/6SpKmKl59V4/s1600-h/Performance+da+seleÃ§ao.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bonne chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Good luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beau-rivage-hotel.ch/"&gt;Beau Rivage - Neuchatel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alunos do Estoril com a selecção de futebol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErGuAycTBI/AAAAAAAAH98/GLUm3ZDqGJI/s1600-h/Imagem+da+seleÃ§Ã£o.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209194412795251730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErGuAycTBI/AAAAAAAAH98/GLUm3ZDqGJI/s200/Imagem+da+sele%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErGuAycTBI/AAAAAAAAH98/GLUm3ZDqGJI/s1600-h/Imagem+da+seleÃ§Ã£o.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um grupo de alunos do 12º ano, turmas 10 e 11, aapresentou, dia 4 de Junho, o resultado de um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;inquérito por questionário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2007/10/scolari-vem-minha-escola.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scolari,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;à minha escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209185822506873410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq-5_eF8kI/AAAAAAAAH9M/0UoJA3qRwvk/s400/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com a realização do inquérito, realizado entre 28 e 30 de Maio, pretendia-se, junto de uma amostra de 100 alunos dos cursos diurnos, conhecer a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagem que os alunos da Escola Secundária de São João do Estoril têm da selecção nacional de futebol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e pôr em prática uma das técnicas de investigação sociológica estudadas na disciplina de Sociologia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As variáveis retidas foram o sexo, a área de estudos frequentada e a preferência por um um clube de futebol. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq2WyJKbYI/AAAAAAAAH8E/FlIQYU52IYM/s1600-h/clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209176421540982146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq2WyJKbYI/AAAAAAAAH8E/FlIQYU52IYM/s400/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq2WyJKbYI/AAAAAAAAH8E/FlIQYU52IYM/s1600-h/clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maioria dos alunos é benfiquista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Embora na Área de Humanidades e de Ciências Económicas, o Sporting seja o clube com mais adeptos, no conjunto é o Benfica, com 43%, que recebe mais apoio entre os inquiridos, seguido de perto pelo Sporting, com 38%. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErBnJBw7VI/AAAAAAAAH9k/Kkjnz4coXzw/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209188797189778770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErBnJBw7VI/AAAAAAAAH9k/Kkjnz4coXzw/s400/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Porto, curiosamente, só tem 6% de adeptos na escola, menos que os alunos sem preferência por nenhum clube. Não se registam discrepâncias entre alunos dos sexos feminino e masculino no apoio a clubes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEwKCf19I/AAAAAAAAH90/8FMHTHNmLXs/s1600-h/seleÃ§ao+mais+for.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEwKCf19I/AAAAAAAAH90/8FMHTHNmLXs/s1600-h/seleÃ§ao+mais+for.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais Forte &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEwKCf19I/AAAAAAAAH90/8FMHTHNmLXs/s1600-h/seleÃ§ao+mais+for.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192250614994898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEwKCf19I/AAAAAAAAH90/8FMHTHNmLXs/s200/sele%C3%A7ao+mais+for.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comparando esta selecção com a que participou no Euro2004, os alunos parecem divididos. 33% deles acha que esta selecção está melhor que a anterior; para 15% está pior; 12% é de opinião que está igual e 28% não sabem. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq2yWC1f6I/AAAAAAAAH8M/UTnfUtujo-g/s1600-h/clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209176895034589090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq2yWC1f6I/AAAAAAAAH8M/UTnfUtujo-g/s400/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando se compara, por sexos, as duas selecções, verifica-se uma grande discrepância. Quase metade dos rapazes, 46%, contra 21% das raparigas, acha que esta selecção é melhor que a anterior. Inversamente, 38% das raparigas, contra 15% dos rapazes, não sabe qual das duas selecções é melhor. Os sportinguistas, 42%, são os que mais acreditam na superioridade desta selecção, contra 34% dos benfiquistas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Scolari aprovado &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq4aJeTZxI/AAAAAAAAH8k/WLcHAtVhFLo/s1600-h/clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209178678366529298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq4aJeTZxI/AAAAAAAAH8k/WLcHAtVhFLo/s400/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A esmagadora maioria dos alunos, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;93%, dá nota positiva a Scolari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Três em cada quatro alunos dão-lhe bom e muito bom! As raparigas são as mais satisfeitas, nenhuma dá nota negativa ao seleccionador. Scolari, com ligeiras alterações, recebe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;apoio generalizado dos adeptos de todos os clubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, incluindo de quem não apoia nenhum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEvzLYDNI/AAAAAAAAH9s/U32YIyW0j3M/s1600-h/performance+-+pergunta.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEvzLYDNI/AAAAAAAAH9s/U32YIyW0j3M/s1600-h/performance+-+pergunta.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEvzLYDNI/AAAAAAAAH9s/U32YIyW0j3M/s1600-h/performance+-+pergunta.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expectativa elevada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEvzLYDNI/AAAAAAAAH9s/U32YIyW0j3M/s1600-h/performance+-+pergunta.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192244478217426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SErEvzLYDNI/AAAAAAAAH9s/U32YIyW0j3M/s200/performance+-+pergunta.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A esmagadora maioria dos alunos, 94%, está confiante que Portugal ultrapassa a fase dos grupos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq41PCL3gI/AAAAAAAAH8s/R3ygZzXsdBU/s1600-h/clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209179143715675650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq41PCL3gI/AAAAAAAAH8s/R3ygZzXsdBU/s400/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A expectativa é tão elevada que mais de metade, 58%, acredita que a selecção nacional vai estar presente na final e um em cada quatro alunos acredita mesmo que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Portugal será campeão europeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todavia, a confiança de que Portugal chegue à final é maior entre benfiquistas, 65%, e entre as raparigas, 63%. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq4D_6nW_I/AAAAAAAAH8c/SRirqXhxML8/s1600-h/clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209178297843801074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq4D_6nW_I/AAAAAAAAH8c/SRirqXhxML8/s400/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase dois terços dos alunos, 62%, vai apoiar a selecção, contra 8% que dizem não o fazer. É possível que a pergunta não tenha sido bem formulada, levando alguns destes alunos a pensar que o apoio teria de ser prestado na Suíça e na Áustria. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEcPlYiiw5I/AAAAAAAAH7k/YUwo7Y9coiA/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208148628994179986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEcPlYiiw5I/AAAAAAAAH7k/YUwo7Y9coiA/s400/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os rapazes, 75%, e os benfiquistas, 72%, são as categorias que mais apoio vão dar à selecção das quinas, traduzido no acompanhamento dos jogos pela TV, tanto em casa como fora, em bares, com amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Torcer, beber, vibrar, gritar Portugal, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rezar sentadinho no sofá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, festejar os golos, são comportamentos que vão traduzir sentimentos de apoio à selecção. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq3qLcaCzI/AAAAAAAAH8U/T7YJmViCXWU/s1600-h/clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209177854261726002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEq3qLcaCzI/AAAAAAAAH8U/T7YJmViCXWU/s400/clip_image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mais entusiasmados vão pintar a cara, vestir-se com as cores da selecção, usar cachecóis, por a bandeira na janela do quarto e ‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;festejar cada vitória na marginal’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. 2% dos adeptos - do Sporting - vão à Áustria e à Suíça ver a selecção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEqyIQCI9qI/AAAAAAAAH70/jOTlSAqJKXU/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209171773820040866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEqyIQCI9qI/AAAAAAAAH70/jOTlSAqJKXU/s400/DSC00855.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquérito feito e apresentado por Mariana, Joana e Alexandre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Conclusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alunos do Estoril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209528932329281234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEv29nKbVtI/AAAAAAAAH-M/Yx00qf50jAs/s200/love+poortugal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Selecção de futebol comandada por Scolari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SEv2q47pZVI/AAAAAAAAH-E/EEauauZAeK0/s1600-h/love+poortugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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As colegas de Português esmeraram-se na homenagem. Em 2007 já tinham levado os alunos da ESSJE a São Martinho de Anta, terra do escritor. Palestra e sarau, desta feita.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaE7d9MxII/AAAAAAAAHuA/3JRS2IWvPRo/s1600-h/DSC09698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203492576661652610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaE7d9MxII/AAAAAAAAHuA/3JRS2IWvPRo/s400/DSC09698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prospecção, de Miguel Torga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não são pepitas de oiro que procuro.&lt;br /&gt;Oiro dentro de mim, terra singela!Busco apenas aquela&lt;br /&gt;Universal riqueza&lt;br /&gt;Do homem que revolve a solidão:&lt;br /&gt;O tesoiro sagrado&lt;br /&gt;De nenhuma certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Soterrado&lt;br /&gt;Por mil certez&lt;br /&gt;Cavo,&lt;br /&gt;Lavo,&lt;br /&gt;Peneiro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas só quero a fortuna&lt;br /&gt;De me encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Poeta antes dos versos&lt;br /&gt;E sede antes da fonte.&lt;br /&gt;Puro como um deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Inteiramente nu e descoberto. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDdXB99MxSI/AAAAAAAAHvQ/mqDxNJNJHIE/s1600-h/Esteva.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaEmN9MxGI/AAAAAAAAHtw/JKGhe-YOU-c/s1600-h/DSC09715a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203492211589432418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaEmN9MxGI/AAAAAAAAHtw/JKGhe-YOU-c/s200/DSC09715a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Palestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21 de Maio de 2008-05-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Convidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Padre Avelino Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companheiro de caça de Miguel Torga&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaESt9MxDI/AAAAAAAAHtY/4krmgzLlmxw/s1600-h/DSC09713a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203491876581983282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaESt9MxDI/AAAAAAAAHtY/4krmgzLlmxw/s400/DSC09713a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaESd9MxBI/AAAAAAAAHtI/IsiFw6vpCps/s1600-h/DSC09709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203491872287015954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaESd9MxBI/AAAAAAAAHtI/IsiFw6vpCps/s400/DSC09709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alunos do 10º e 11º anos&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaESt9MxCI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/81sOzjzNIHI/s1600-h/DSC09712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203491876581983266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaESt9MxCI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/81sOzjzNIHI/s400/DSC09712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaETN9MxFI/AAAAAAAAHto/8B35An5yGb8/s1600-h/DSC09717a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203491885171917906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaETN9MxFI/AAAAAAAAHto/8B35An5yGb8/s400/DSC09717a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trabalhos realizados pelos alunos&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaES99MxEI/AAAAAAAAHtg/lskKBugACLc/s1600-h/DSC09716a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203491880876950594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaES99MxEI/AAAAAAAAHtg/lskKBugACLc/s400/DSC09716a.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;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Organização&lt;br /&gt;Professoras de Português&lt;br /&gt;Albertina Mourato&lt;br /&gt;Manuela Po&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDw1Zd9MxwI/AAAAAAAAHzA/Vg7SvCXfptU/s1600-h/Entre+quem+Ã©+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205093980987770626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDw1Zd9MxwI/AAAAAAAAHzA/Vg7SvCXfptU/s400/Entre+quem+%C3%A9+III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rtal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaTqt9MxLI/AAAAAAAAHuY/D2X01G8qGF0/s1600-h/Entre+quem+Ã©+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço às duas colegas terem-me convidado para ler a introdução do texto de Miguel Torga "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Um Reino Maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Como transmontano, projecto o "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;regressso às fragas de onde me roubaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Nessa altura, espero recebê-las em Trás-os-Montes, à boa maneira transmontana "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Entre quem é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um Reino Maravilhoso (Trás-os-Montes)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDw1YN9MxuI/AAAAAAAAHyw/BHx6Z9RFII4/s1600-h/DSC02155a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205093959512934114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDw1YN9MxuI/AAAAAAAAHyw/BHx6Z9RFII4/s400/DSC02155a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDdZLt9MxWI/AAAAAAAAHvw/aD5cobdTvWY/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDdZLt9MxWI/AAAAAAAAHvw/aD5cobdTvWY/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou falar-lhes dum Reino Maravilhoso. Embora muitas pessoas digam que não, sempre houve e haverá reinos maravilhosos neste mundo. O que é preciso, para os ver, é que os olhos não percam a virgindade original diante da realidade, e o coração, depois, não hesite. Ora, o que pretendo mostrar, meu e de todos os que queiram merecê-lo, não só existe, como é dos mais belos que se possam imaginar. Começa logo porque fica no cimo de Portugal, como os ninhos ficam no cimo das árvores para que a distância os torne mais impossíveis e apetecidos. E quem namora ninhos cá de baixo, se realmente é rapaz e não tem medo das alturas, depois de trepar e atingir a crista do sonho, contempla a própria bem-aventurança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDdYMN9MxVI/AAAAAAAAHvo/7FO-evj9heE/s1600-h/DSC05827c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDw1Yt9MxvI/AAAAAAAAHy4/RBo3Ema73y0/s1600-h/DSC05827c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205093968102868722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDw1Yt9MxvI/AAAAAAAAHy4/RBo3Ema73y0/s400/DSC05827c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vê-se primeiro um mar de pedras. Vagas e vagas sideradas, hirtas e hostis, contidas na sua força desmedida pela mão inexorável dum Deus criador e dominador. Tudo parado e mudo. Apenas se move e se faz ouvir o coração no peito, inquieto, a anunciar o começo duma grande hora. De repente, rasga a crosta do silêncio uma voz de franqueza desembainhada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Para cá do Marão, mandam os que cá estão!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDdXhN9MxUI/AAAAAAAAHvg/yCVYwKSIcCo/s1600-h/Digitalizar0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sente-se um calafrio.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDw4Y99MxxI/AAAAAAAAHzI/3WKOHtE-Xmg/s1600-h/Digitalizar0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205097270932719378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDw4Y99MxxI/AAAAAAAAHzI/3WKOHtE-Xmg/s400/Digitalizar0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vista alarga-se de ânsia e de assombro. Que penedo falou? Que terror respeitoso se apodera de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Mas de nada vale interrogar o grande oceano megalítico, porque o nume invisível ordena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Entre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDaY4N9MxNI/AAAAAAAAHuo/AFoVej__Jw4/s1600-h/Digitalizar0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente entra, e já está no Reino Maravilhoso&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDwwgd9MxrI/AAAAAAAAHyY/pCAsZIkAlyU/s1600-h/DSC09761a.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205088603688715954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDwwgd9MxrI/AAAAAAAAHyY/pCAsZIkAlyU/s400/DSC09761a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dois vultos da cultura transmontana, Miguel Torga e &lt;a href="http://gracamorais.blogspot.com/"&gt;Graça de Morais&lt;/a&gt;, juntos na obra Um Reino Maravilhoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;{
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Recebi o convite, com satisfação, apesar de não ser professor de Geografia. E foi um privilégio o guia ter sido o próprio director, tenente-coronel Manuel Ribeiro de Faria, militar de craveira humanista &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Porta oriental do Museu Militar. Esculturas de Teixeira Lopes (1900)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAgWhtUAgI/AAAAAAAAHfY/H65H4_OQ0B8/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+013b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201693140990558722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAgWhtUAgI/AAAAAAAAHfY/H65H4_OQ0B8/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+013b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Às armas! Às armas! Pela Pátria lutar, contra os canhões marchar, marchar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAXmRtUAOI/AAAAAAAAHdI/oMvW_6m9qv8/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201683515968848098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAXmRtUAOI/AAAAAAAAHdI/oMvW_6m9qv8/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+004a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É o mais antigo de Lisboa. Fica ao lado da Estação de Santa Apolónia e perto do Panteão Nacional.&lt;br /&gt;A denominação de Museu Militar porém, data de 1926. Antes, chamava-se &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Museu de Artilharia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, oficialmente criado em 1851 por decreto da raínha D. Maria II, para por a salvo as peças que existiam no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Arsenal Real do Exército&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAe1RtUAbI/AAAAAAAAHew/s5eLQjHWY6Q/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+034c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201691470248280498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAe1RtUAbI/AAAAAAAAHew/s5eLQjHWY6Q/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+034c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pátio dos Canhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Gigantescos canhões de bronze, sobrantes de construções de várias épocas do Império (é uma das maiores colecções do mundo do género). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alabardas medievais e armaduras recolhidas em castelos de todo o país. Sabres doados por famílias de nobres militares. Kalashnikov AK 47, encontradas na mata e as célebres G3, de fabrico nacional. De tudo isto se pode ver no Museu Militar&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAe2xtUAfI/AAAAAAAAHfQ/Eef6pwxJlHY/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+045a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201691496018084338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAe2xtUAfI/AAAAAAAAHfQ/Eef6pwxJlHY/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+045a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Além das peças bélicas, fazem parte do Museu Militar, importantes colecções de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;escultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dos séculos XVIII, XIX e XX, assim como colecções de azulejaria. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAq5xtUAlI/AAAAAAAAHgA/WI0gaXw9g2k/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201704741697225298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAq5xtUAlI/AAAAAAAAHgA/WI0gaXw9g2k/s320/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visita ao Museu Militar começou num edifício mais acima, perto do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Panteão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, onde os artistas faziam em gesso, os moldes das peças bélicas e esculturas destinadas à fundição, feita no Arsenal do Exército. No edifício estão guardados alguns moldes, sendo o mais famoso o da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;estátua equestre de D. José&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAcAxtUAXI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/QvpN4CFscew/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201688369281892722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAcAxtUAXI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/QvpN4CFscew/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente designado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Museu de Artilharia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; este espaço reflecte a história militar das forças armadas de Portugal, não faltando salas dedicadas às campanhas de África, para além de vários objectos serem anteriores à fundação do museu.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDBI0RtUAtI/AAAAAAAAHhA/1cfGrAFx56g/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201737632556778194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDBI0RtUAtI/AAAAAAAAHhA/1cfGrAFx56g/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Carroças e coches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Usadas no transporte de peças de artilharia e esculturas, da fundição do Arsenal do Exército para o Convento de Mafra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/ngungunhane.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201737645441680098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDBI1BtUAuI/AAAAAAAAHhI/zdJiwtVYXvw/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+056-+Gungunhana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/ngungunhane.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prisão do Leão de Gaza, Gungunhana&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Espaço dedicado a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joaquim_Augusto_Mouzinho_de_Albuquerque"&gt;Mouzinho de Albuquerqu&lt;/a&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, herói da campanha de pacificação de Moçambique, em 1895/1896. O quadro representa a prisão de Gungunhana, régulo ou rei do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;povo vátua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;cujo império se estendia por Moçambique, Zimbabué e África do Sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chaimite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, aldeia sagrada, foi onde os nativos foram derrotados. Ironia do destino, é a partir dessa subjugação ao poder colonial que se forjou a nação moçambicana, tal como hoje existe, integrada no espaço da lusofonia. Chaimite também foi o nome dado pelos portugueses ao carro de combate usado contra os movimentos nacionalistas africanos, nas &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guerras do Ultramar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, entre 1961 e 1975. E, nova ironia da História, foi no uso dessas chaimites que os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Capitães de Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; libertaram os portugueses, de 48 anos de regime opressor, e Moçambique, do colonialismo português. Sobre Gungunhana ver o sítio &lt;a href="http://macua.blogs.com/moambique_para_todos/gungunhana_imperador_de_gaza/index.html"&gt;Moçambique para todos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAZxRtUAVI/AAAAAAAAHeA/wLWGdIFvRv8/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201685903970664786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAZxRtUAVI/AAAAAAAAHeA/wLWGdIFvRv8/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAtmxtUArI/AAAAAAAAHgw/UDgTfvZZSiw/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+089a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201707713814594226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAtmxtUArI/AAAAAAAAHgw/UDgTfvZZSiw/s200/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+089a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sala da Grande Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cujo as paredes são quase totalmente cobertas com grandes telas do pintor Sousa Lopes, evocando a participação das nossas tropas em França. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAcBhtUAaI/AAAAAAAAHeo/GUCf3as1AsI/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+111a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201688382166794658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAcBhtUAaI/AAAAAAAAHeo/GUCf3as1AsI/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+111a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Azulejos do século XVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, os mais antigos&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAcBRtUAZI/AAAAAAAAHeg/SXFqLBnYZqY/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201688377871827346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAcBRtUAZI/AAAAAAAAHeg/SXFqLBnYZqY/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do museu.&lt;/p&gt;Salas ricamente decoradas nos tectos e nas paredes&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAcBBtUAYI/AAAAAAAAHeY/gkRrl8DzdXg/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201688373576860034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAcBBtUAYI/AAAAAAAAHeY/gkRrl8DzdXg/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAtnBtUAsI/AAAAAAAAHg4/BMhOjxufdi0/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+130b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201707718109561538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAtnBtUAsI/AAAAAAAAHg4/BMhOjxufdi0/s200/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+130b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sala Vasco da Gama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; onde se expõem algumas das peças de Artilharia mais antigas, Séculos XV e XVI. As paredes desta sala são decoradas com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;telas de Carlos Reis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alusivas à descoberta do caminho marítimo para a Índia e à ligação deste feito com os Lusíadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAZwxtUAUI/AAAAAAAAHd4/PuTOL148JkE/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+120a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201685895380730178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAZwxtUAUI/AAAAAAAAHd4/PuTOL148JkE/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+120a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sala dos Restauradores&lt;br /&gt;Duques de Bragança: futuro rei &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D. João IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de Portugal&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAq6RtUAnI/AAAAAAAAHgQ/0gJMTSRBqeY/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+094a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201704750287159922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAq6RtUAnI/AAAAAAAAHgQ/0gJMTSRBqeY/s320/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+094a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAq6htUAoI/AAAAAAAAHgY/BEKm-ZSSACA/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+061a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201704754582127234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAq6htUAoI/AAAAAAAAHgY/BEKm-ZSSACA/s320/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+061a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Armadura de D. Sebastião quando tinha 10 anos e retrato do Rei D. Carlos I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAe2BtUAdI/AAAAAAAAHfA/PZdn2fa7OAY/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201691483133182418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAe2BtUAdI/AAAAAAAAHfA/PZdn2fa7OAY/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sala D. Maria II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;é majestosa e a decoração, exuberante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAiwxtUAjI/AAAAAAAAHfw/VQUV01WK2yc/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201695790985380402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAiwxtUAjI/AAAAAAAAHfw/VQUV01WK2yc/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAtmhtUAqI/AAAAAAAAHgo/6SF6WAi0EqM/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAXnBtUAQI/AAAAAAAAHdY/grkp75qFlAQ/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201683528853750018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAXnBtUAQI/AAAAAAAAHdY/grkp75qFlAQ/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginara ir ao encontro de um museu tão importante como o Museu Militar. Saí de lá consciente de que a riqueza do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;espólio é imprescindível para estudar a História de Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e a pintura portuguesa dos séculos XVIII e XIX. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAgtRtUAiI/AAAAAAAAHfo/CuBt1NzHaAU/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+141a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201693531832582690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAgtRtUAiI/AAAAAAAAHfo/CuBt1NzHaAU/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+141a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Museu Militar de Lisboa é património cultural de valor incalculável para Portugal. Só o espólio relacionado com as Campanhas de África, nos séculos XIX e XX constitui uma sólida&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ponte de união entre as culturas portuguesa e africanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que a memória colectiva nacional tem de acarinhar, visitando-o mais.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAXmhtUAPI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/zXdKA09f0Do/s1600-h/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+008c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201683520263815410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SDAXmhtUAPI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/zXdKA09f0Do/s400/Museu+Militar+Abril2008+008c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No final da visita ao museu o grupo foi almoçar ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Restaurante Maçã Verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, na rua ao lado da Estação de Santa Apolónia. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtuaxtT-uI/AAAAAAAAHQ0/S-VZ0DH9YYw/s400/DSC09425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Capucho, bastante informa&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtvSRtT-wI/AAAAAAAAHRE/hbs_qrTiVqM/s1600-h/DSC09418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200372554511153922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtvSRtT-wI/AAAAAAAAHRE/hbs_qrTiVqM/s400/DSC09418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l, supreende pela positiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Presidente da Câmara Municipal de Cascais, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dr. António Capucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, veio à ESSJE proferir uma palestra sobre o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tratado de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , tendo feito também uma retrospectiva histórica sobre o alargamento e aprofundamento da União Europeia. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtuahtT-tI/AAAAAAAAHQs/YKWn3IrBkRU/s1600-h/DSC09428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200371596733446866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtuahtT-tI/AAAAAAAAHQs/YKWn3IrBkRU/s400/DSC09428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtvShtT-xI/AAAAAAAAHRM/OZWNOD35Be0/s1600-h/DSC09425.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtvSxtT-yI/AAAAAAAAHRU/I6At2_PhFfA/s1600-h/DSC09440.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palestra foi seguida com bastante interesse pelos alunos e professores presentes.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtubRtT-vI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/N2zK4RcfvD8/s1600-h/DSC09431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200371609618348786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtubRtT-vI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/N2zK4RcfvD8/s400/DSC09431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num segundo momento seguiu-se uma sessão de perguntas e respostas, em que o Presidente da Câmara passou com excelente. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCt4jhtT-2I/AAAAAAAAHR0/q-LZNZ2Dcj8/s1600-h/DSC09432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200382746468547426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCt4jhtT-2I/AAAAAAAAHR0/q-LZNZ2Dcj8/s400/DSC09432.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtuaRtT-sI/AAAAAAAAHQk/ormOJcbiydQ/s1600-h/DSC09433.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ramo de flores oferecido ao Presidente pela professora Lurdes Valbom, responsável, em conjunto com euroluso pelo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Projecto Educativo Europeu - A Nossa Europa&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtvTBtT-zI/AAAAAAAAHRc/sO2NIy5AD7M/s1600-h/DSC09415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200372567396055858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtvTBtT-zI/AAAAAAAAHRc/sO2NIy5AD7M/s400/DSC09415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Material fornecido pela delegação da Comissão Europeia em Lisboa, distribuído aos alunos.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtvmxtT-0I/AAAAAAAAHRk/k6x4SSa7v0E/s1600-h/DSC09441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200372906698472258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtvmxtT-0I/AAAAAAAAHRk/k6x4SSa7v0E/s400/DSC09441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O Dia da Europa na ESSJE foi assinaldado com a palestra, afixação de cartazes e distribuição de material de informação e promocional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano Europeu do Diálogo Intercultural&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200373344785136466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtwARtT-1I/AAAAAAAAHRs/12Zc0M8EPTc/s400/DSC09437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Mónica Fréchaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, membro do Conselho Português para os Refugiados, organização não governamental – ONG, criada em 1991 com o objectivo de defender e promover o direito de asilo em Portugal &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtlRRtT-rI/AAAAAAAAHQc/UEF-4ioT9bE/s1600-h/DSC09385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200361542215006898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtlRRtT-rI/AAAAAAAAHQc/UEF-4ioT9bE/s400/DSC09385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antecedendo a palestra, o grupo, formados pelos alunos Richard, Alexandre, Tiago e Miguel, fez um inquérito aos alunos da ESSJE sobre os refugiados, de cujos resultados foi dado conhecimento&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtbsxtT-mI/AAAAAAAAHP0/Do71p3-Iw24/s1600-h/DSC09388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200351019545131618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtbsxtT-mI/AAAAAAAAHP0/Do71p3-Iw24/s400/DSC09388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtbaxtT-kI/AAAAAAAAHPk/wQj-4MRN0hM/s1600-h/DSC09393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200350710307486274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtbaxtT-kI/AAAAAAAAHPk/wQj-4MRN0hM/s400/DSC09393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernanda, Mariana e Marta, trio bem disposto de alunas do 12º ano, turma11. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtjxRtT-pI/AAAAAAAAHQM/PE39GyjgFMQ/s1600-h/DSC09381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200359892947565202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtjxRtT-pI/AAAAAAAAHQM/PE39GyjgFMQ/s400/DSC09381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCtkUBtT-qI/AAAAAAAAHQU/lrHAruMflaQ/s1600-h/DSC09382.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200357285902416498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SCthZhtT-nI/AAAAAAAAHP8/4xnMrU4IjEQ/s320/DSC09390a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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No campo desportivo é membro do Clube Desportivo Estoril Praia, tendo um blogue não oficial do clube. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vozestorilista.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://vozestorilista.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh_2pwmANI/AAAAAAAAHJc/OQPbGGadC9w/s1600-h/25+de+Abril++desfile+2008+regando+cravos+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195042747071201490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh_2pwmANI/AAAAAAAAHJc/OQPbGGadC9w/s400/25+de+Abril++desfile+2008+regando+cravos+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBhyIpwmAEI/AAAAAAAAHIY/-dcHMQa2Nqs/s1600-h/25+de+Abril++desfile+2008+regando+cravos+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No momento em que o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Presidente da República&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dia da Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, faz referência ao baixo nível de conhecimentos dos jovens portugueses, o texto deste aluno mostra que felizmente há jovens interessados pela &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;res publica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e pelo associativismo estudantil. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh0YZwmAGI/AAAAAAAAHIo/DBrCMEM26zE/s1600-h/DSC01954a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195030132752253026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh0YZwmAGI/AAAAAAAAHIo/DBrCMEM26zE/s400/DSC01954a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A turma de Sociologia do 12º ano T10/11, neste aspecto, é singular. Nela há alguns jovens interventivos. O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;João Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, membro da JSD de Cascais e da Associação de Estudantes da ESSJE, é outro exemplo de jovem empenhado na actividade política. A sua posição relativamente à eventual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;adesão da Turquia à União Europeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; já foi publicada no blogue. &lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-presidente-da-ae-e-turquia.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ver aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TEXTO do João Rocha - &lt;em&gt;Quo Vadis&lt;/em&gt; AE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actualmente os jovens portugueses, na sua generalidade, vivem num total clima de estagnação e desinteresse em relação ao estado da política portuguesa e do seu país. É portanto necessária, a meu ver, uma profunda reflexão acerca do total desinteresse manifestado pelos jovens pelo mundo da política. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBhxiZwmADI/AAAAAAAAHIQ/zyPGqul9pr4/s1600-h/25+de+Abril++desfile+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195027006016061490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBhxiZwmADI/AAAAAAAAHIQ/zyPGqul9pr4/s400/25+de+Abril++desfile+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após o 25 de Abril, quando foram formadas as primeiras juventudes partidárias, o interesse era manifestamente grande, os jovens e a população em geral viviam e sentiam as movimentações políticas existentes à época. Nas Associações de Estudantes, das Escolas Secundárias e do Ensino Superior, havia grandes guerras pelo poder, mas simultaneamente um grande interesse pelas actividades políticas desenvolvidas. As Associações de Estudantes serviam de “ponte” para as Juventudes Partidárias ou para os Partidos, e o contrário também se sucedia, pois as Juventudes Partidárias tinham todo o interesse em dominar as Associações de Estudantes, que no Pós 25 de Abril adquiriram uma grande importância no movimento académico.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh45JwmAJI/AAAAAAAAHJA/zSBzoIa-xEQ/s1600-h/DSC03831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195035093439479954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh45JwmAJI/AAAAAAAAHJA/zSBzoIa-xEQ/s400/DSC03831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Parlamento Europeu, em Bruxelas, em Novembr de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje em dia, as estruturas Nacionais das Juventudes Partidárias, estão completamente paradas, e salvo raras excepções as estruturas locais das respectivas Juventudes Partidárias, estão completamente “mortas”, sendo que na maioria dos casos a existência das estruturas locais das Juventudes Partidárias, é justificada à luz de os responsáveis das estruturas locais das Juventudes Partidárias, quererem garantir a sua presença e influência nos Partidos políticos. Para os jovens que assinam a ficha de adesão a uma Juventude Partidária, e se envolvem seriamente nessa Juventude, as Associações de Estudantes não são de modo algum apelativas, pois actualmente o intuito das Associações de Estudantes e dos Estudantes, na sua generalidade (primordialmente ao nível do Ensino Secundário, pois ao nível do Ensino Superior, as Associações de Estudantes, agem de um modo diferente) passa por organizar festas, quando as férias escolares se aproximam, ao invés, de por exemplo terem um debate político/ideológico de uma forma regular. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh445wmAII/AAAAAAAAHI4/7em4hcuaH5k/s1600-h/DSC03810aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195035089144512642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh445wmAII/AAAAAAAAHI4/7em4hcuaH5k/s400/DSC03810aa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh445wmAII/AAAAAAAAHI4/7em4hcuaH5k/s1600-h/DSC03810aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;No Parlamento Europeu, em Bruxelas, Novembro de 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As eleições para as Associações de Estudantes do Ensino Secundário, em Portugal, são completamente monótonas, sendo que na maioria dos casos só existe uma lista concorrente e quando existe, pois eu tive conhecimento de um caso muito recente, de uma escola do Concelho de Cascais (não vou referir o nome, por questões de confidencialidade) em que foram os próprios professores que “obrigaram” os alunos a fazer uma lista para a Associação de Estudantes. Nessa mesma escola, hà 10 anos, em altura de eleições para a Associação de Estudantes, concorreram quatro listas, patrocinadas por quatro Juventudes Partidárias. Este exemplo é elucidativo, do que se vive hoje nas Escolas Portuguesas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBhpPJwmACI/AAAAAAAAHII/6apNbxx3MFY/s1600-h/25+de+Abril++desfile+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195017879210557474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBhpPJwmACI/AAAAAAAAHII/6apNbxx3MFY/s400/25+de+Abril++desfile+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que é necessário um profundo debate acerca do papel e do poder das Associações de Estudantes em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh0YJwmAFI/AAAAAAAAHIg/lEaeKaMW2A4/s1600-h/DSC01941.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBh0YpwmAHI/AAAAAAAAHIw/Rb8VU2Mm9kg/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Seria mais um daqueles e-mails contra a ministra Maria de Lurdes Rodrigues ou contra o primeiro-ministro José Sócrates, que os professores recebem de colegas e reencaminham para outros, se não estivesse acompanhado da música &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObL11AOeBhc"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Grândola, Vila Morena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”, cantada pela diva do fado, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Amália Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBEpH5wl_5I/AAAAAAAAHHA/ZkmRpYXmH0A/s1600-h/25+de+Abril+na+escola+037c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192977061075353490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBEpH5wl_5I/AAAAAAAAHHA/ZkmRpYXmH0A/s400/25+de+Abril+na+escola+037c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A entoação das palavras da Grândola, “&lt;strong&gt;O povo é quem mais ordena, dentro de ti ó cidade&lt;/strong&gt;”, na voz da Amália, transmite um arrepiante dramatismo, levando-me a reflectir sobre o que foi a pujança da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;escola democrática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a seguir à manhã libertadora do 25 de Abril de 1974, e a realidade cinzenta que começa a imperar na “escola autonómica”, governamentalizada por quem transitoriamente exercer o poder.&lt;br /&gt;Apoiada nas elites, está em marcha uma contra-revolução no sector do ensino que terminará quando o processo da “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;autonomia das escolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” estiver concluído. Nessa altura ficará restabelecido o elo da hierarquização vertical do poder, perdido com o 25 de Abril de 1974. Quanto aos professores, em vez de formarem um corpo unido, vão ficar divididos em três castas: animadores (dão aulas), titulares (executam tarefas burocráticas) e avaliadores (Fiscalizam e apreciam os demais). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBF7wpwmABI/AAAAAAAAHIA/EvuBL0iZ2rg/s1600-h/livros+25+de+abril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193067921108500498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBF7wpwmABI/AAAAAAAAHIA/EvuBL0iZ2rg/s400/livros+25+de+abril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na Escola Secundária de São João do Estoril a chama da liberdade é forte, apesar dos sinais preocupantes do tempo que se avizinha – receio de falar em voz alta por causa de bufos, censura, cerceamento da liberdade e sentimento de que a “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;escola de todos, para todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” toma contornos de miragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ENCONTRO NO FEMININO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBEpI5wl_7I/AAAAAAAAHHQ/8wkdTXpAQmo/s1600-h/25+de+Abril+na+escola+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192977078255222706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBEpI5wl_7I/AAAAAAAAHHQ/8wkdTXpAQmo/s400/25+de+Abril+na+escola+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 23 de Abril as professoras de Português, Manuela Portal e Albertina Dias, organizaram um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Encontro no Feminino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, como forma de comemorar o Dia da Mulher, ocorrido em 8 de Março, e o Dia da Liberdade, em 25 de Abril.&lt;br /&gt;Para o efeito convidaram as doutoras Natália Nunes e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isabel do Carmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A primeira, por motivo de doença, não esteve presente.&lt;br /&gt;A Dra. Isabel do Carmo, a exercer a profissão de médica, foi, na sua juventude, membro activo das &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brigadas Revolucionárias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; um grupo de extrema-esquerda, defensor da implantação de uma sociedade socialista pela força das armas, chegando a ser julgada em tribunal pelo regime democrático. Na palestra que proferiu, bem recebida pelos alunos, entre os assuntos que abordou, destacou a condição das mulheres operárias e a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Declaração dos Direitos da Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBFxRJwmAAI/AAAAAAAAHH4/QP2ZRqtYIDw/s1600-h/25+de+Abril+na+escola+037b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193056384826343426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBFxRJwmAAI/AAAAAAAAHH4/QP2ZRqtYIDw/s320/25+de+Abril+na+escola+037b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;biblioteca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da escola, onde a professora Lurdes Silva organiza exposições temporárias, foi montada uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;exposição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, muito bonita e bem documentada, alusiva à data do 25 de Abril. A jarra de cravos vermelhos, viçosos, iguais aos que as vendedoras de flores de Lisboa, colocaram nos canos das metralhadoras para saudar os militares do Movimento das Forças Armadas, sensibiliza a comunidade escolar para a necessidade de lutar por uma sociedade justa, fraterna e livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBK7bd3UYow&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grândola, Vila Morena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canção composta e cantada por José Afonso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Grândola , vila Morena&lt;br /&gt;Terra da fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;O povo é quem mais ordena&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, ó cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, ó cidade&lt;br /&gt;O povo é quem mais ordena&lt;br /&gt;Terra da fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;Grândola, vila Morena&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;Em cada esquina um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada rosto igualdade&lt;br /&gt;Grândola, vila morena&lt;br /&gt;Terra da Fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra da Fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;Grândola, vila morena&lt;br /&gt;Em cada rosto igualdade&lt;br /&gt;O povo é quem mais ordena&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;À sombra duma azinheira&lt;br /&gt;Que já não sabia a idade&lt;br /&gt;Jurei ter por companheira&lt;br /&gt;Grândola a tua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grândola a tua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Jurei ter por companheira&lt;br /&gt;À sombra duma azinheira&lt;br /&gt;Que já não sabia a idade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBFjppwl_-I/AAAAAAAAHHo/LL-9SCl-uJI/s1600-h/cravos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193041412570349538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SBFjppwl_-I/AAAAAAAAHHo/LL-9SCl-uJI/s400/cravos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0drd7PYuI/AAAAAAAAHEA/Xafg-lliApg/s400/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0drd7PYuI/AAAAAAAAHEA/Xafg-lliApg/s1600-h/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0drd7PYuI/AAAAAAAAHEA/Xafg-lliApg/s1600-h/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0drd7PYuI/AAAAAAAAHEA/Xafg-lliApg/s1600-h/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1ZRpwl_qI/AAAAAAAAHFI/seo6bC8G6lk/s1600-h/Aeixas.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1ZSJwl_sI/AAAAAAAAHFY/nv8SbeXfeyA/s1600-h/DSC00083+-+planta.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Símbolos da vida em constante regeneração, as plantas são seres vivos, verdes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0bUd7PYmI/AAAAAAAAHDA/zjj6EhT3hd4/s1600-h/hera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191835983872483938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0bUd7PYmI/AAAAAAAAHDA/zjj6EhT3hd4/s400/hera.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o verde das plantas está na nossa bandeira, representando a esperança de construção colectiva de um Portugal viçoso. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b4Jwl_vI/AAAAAAAAHFw/_EB4A3_E4gA/s1600-h/DSC01602+-+plantas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191906965678587634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b4Jwl_vI/AAAAAAAAHFw/_EB4A3_E4gA/s400/DSC01602+-+plantas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se verde é vida, então, na nossa escola, se a queremos como um espaçoso manto verde e de relações interpessoais vicejantes, temos de manter vivo diariamente o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nosso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;semear a todos os ventos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1ZSpwl_tI/AAAAAAAAHFg/SvrzVeuwPfs/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Súplica da árvore ao viandante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191928943026241378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1v3Zwl_2I/AAAAAAAAHGo/6w0nPNbFwy8/s320/DSC00083+-+planta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tu que passas e ergues para mim o teu braço, antes que me faças mal, olha-me bem. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b4pwl_wI/AAAAAAAAHF4/Bw_p_hl7J6A/s1600-h/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191906974268522242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b4pwl_wI/AAAAAAAAHF4/Bw_p_hl7J6A/s400/DSC05653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b4pwl_wI/AAAAAAAAHF4/Bw_p_hl7J6A/s1600-h/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b4pwl_wI/AAAAAAAAHF4/Bw_p_hl7J6A/s1600-h/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b4pwl_wI/AAAAAAAAHF4/Bw_p_hl7J6A/s1600-h/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b4pwl_wI/AAAAAAAAHF4/Bw_p_hl7J6A/s1600-h/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu sou o calor do teu lar nas noites frias de Inverno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0wDJwl_kI/AAAAAAAAHEY/mm3xsmcFcUI/s1600-h/DSC07327a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191858776145526338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0wDJwl_kI/AAAAAAAAHEY/mm3xsmcFcUI/s400/DSC07327a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sou a sombra amiga que tu encontras quando caminhas sob o sol de Agosto. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1ZSJwl_rI/AAAAAAAAHFQ/HCuEBDn1z7o/s1600-h/DSC05659nesperas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191904113820303026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1ZSJwl_rI/AAAAAAAAHFQ/HCuEBDn1z7o/s400/DSC05659nesperas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E os meus frutos são a frescura apetitosa que te sacia a sede nos caminhos. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0dmd7PYsI/AAAAAAAAHDw/9Pp1TJwHvBA/s1600-h/Pinheiro+manso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191838492133384898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0dmd7PYsI/AAAAAAAAHDw/9Pp1TJwHvBA/s400/Pinheiro+manso.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a trave amiga da tua casa, sou a tábua da tua mesa, a cama em que tu descansas e o lenho do teu barco.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b3pwl_uI/AAAAAAAAHFo/4sfDaDjNKmw/s1600-h/DSC00093-+eucalipto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191906957088653026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1b3pwl_uI/AAAAAAAAHFo/4sfDaDjNKmw/s400/DSC00093-+eucalipto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sou o cabo da tua enxada, a porta da tua morada, a madeira do teu berço e o aconchego do teu caixão.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0bL97PYlI/AAAAAAAAHC4/BWgsj1Cj0ds/s1600-h/Mimosas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191835837843595858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0bL97PYlI/AAAAAAAAHC4/BWgsj1Cj0ds/s400/Mimosas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou o pão da bondade e a flor da beleza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tu que passas, olha-me bem e … não me faças mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Álvaro Mira Saraiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191928938731274066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA1v3Jwl_1I/AAAAAAAAHGg/OVBTlKMfJEU/s320/DSC00045++-+palmeira+cortada.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0x65wl_mI/AAAAAAAAHEo/zufRmF7Uayc/s1600-h/DSC00045++-+palmeira+cortada.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Palmeira cortada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Poupada quando a escola foi construída, deitada abaixo recentemente.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SA0dkd7PYqI/AAAAAAAAHDg/EFUfSVIwK2c/s1600-h/DSC05665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191838457773646498" style="FLOAT: left; 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Quando ainda se vivia a euforia de Portugal ter aderido à União Europeia, nas aulas de Economia Portuguesa, ensinava aos meus alunos que uma das vantagens da adesão era a aproximação dos salários e das condições de vida dos portugueses às dos países da então denominada CEE. Hoje, ao ver a bandeira azul com as doze estrelas hasteada, pensei nisso e senti um nó, de tristeza, na garganta. No bolso do casaco levava, dobrada, a bandeira da União Europeia, mas não ousei mostrá-la. Dias antes tinha lido no jornal como é a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;avaliação dos professores na Alemanha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e noutros países europeus e, comparando com a que nos querem impor, fiquei indignado com as mentiras que se vão propagando, contra as quais é difícil os professores lutarem. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VR0LnAmgI/AAAAAAAAGlU/vwRfkx3rvLo/s1600-h/DSC06560a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176133303643707906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VR0LnAmgI/AAAAAAAAGlU/vwRfkx3rvLo/s400/DSC06560a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou socialista, porque me chamam comunista? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VONLnAmXI/AAAAAAAAGkM/ltzZxjPz1XE/s1600-h/DSC06608bbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176129335093926258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VONLnAmXI/AAAAAAAAGkM/ltzZxjPz1XE/s200/DSC06608bbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alguns artigos aparecidos nos jornais estavam claramente a incentivar a ministra na cruzada contra os professores. No Diário Económico pedia-se à ministra da Educação para ser a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da educação. Margaret Tatcher ficou célebre por ter partido a espinha dorsal ao sindicato dos mineiros. E. Rangel, no CM, insultou os professores, tratando-os como um bando de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holligans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Porquê essa raiva toda contra o exercício, pacífico, de um acto de cidadania por parte dos professores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Da &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escola Secundária de São João do Estoril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, onde não há delegado sindical nem se fazem reuniões sindicais, que eu saiba, várias dezenas de professores foram à Marcha da Indignação. Uma coisa nunca vista! A revolta alastra. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VliLnAm1I/AAAAAAAAGn8/2mVvfcgFzBk/s1600-h/DSC06763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176154984638618450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VliLnAm1I/AAAAAAAAGn8/2mVvfcgFzBk/s200/DSC06763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conversando uns com os outros sentimos que partilhamos as mesmas preocupações quanto ao nosso futuro. Há alturas da vida em que temos de estar num dos lados da barricada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desta vez não foi difícil optar: Primeiro, em nome do saneamento das contas públicas, aceitei o sacrifício que me foi pedido, de não ter tido aumento de vencimento. Posteriormente critiquei, numa &lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2007/08/carta-aberta-ministra-da-educao_02.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carta Aberta à Ministra da Educação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, as regras de um concurso ilegal e injusto que me impediu de ser &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;professor titular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Agora, embora tenha idade e tempo de serviço para me reformar no topo da carreira, o ministério mantém congelado o processo de avaliação de professores enquanto um novo modelo, penalizador, não for implementado. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VRbLnAmfI/AAAAAAAAGlM/In9elQBeh-A/s1600-h/DSC06598aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176132874146978290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VRbLnAmfI/AAAAAAAAGlM/In9elQBeh-A/s400/DSC06598aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;100000! Espantoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Uma vaga de gente inundou a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Avenida da Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;. No final a euforia era geral, refreada agora, com os temores do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176128385906153810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VNV7nAmVI/AAAAAAAAGj8/xmEaNdemmfQ/s320/DSC06608cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Colega reformada, temperada noutras lutas pela dignificação da condição docente, presente para apoiar os colegas no activo. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9Uv5LnAmMI/AAAAAAAAGi4/C2HtG6UdSxo/s1600-h/DSC06632a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176096006147709122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9Uv5LnAmMI/AAAAAAAAGi4/C2HtG6UdSxo/s400/DSC06632a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcha da Indignação à passagem pelo Rossio, espaço pequeno para tantos professores!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176253846195837826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9W_crnAm4I/AAAAAAAAGoU/c_yzJmAcTSQ/s200/DSC06877a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; O olhar entristecido deste colega do Norte, quando lhe tirei a foto, perturbou-me. Julgo ser alguém que estaria a sofrer uma ruptura emocional dolorosa, possivelmente, naquele contexto, a viver o conflito entre o dever de obediência partidária e a defesa da sua dignidade de professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VXuLnAmoI/AAAAAAAAGmU/bMYjAb5b_rA/s1600-h/DSC06861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176139797634259586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VXuLnAmoI/AAAAAAAAGmU/bMYjAb5b_rA/s400/DSC06861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqui está meu cartaz preferido! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Educar&lt;/span&gt; é uma forma de &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Concordo plenamente com os jovens colegas da Região Centro. Se não tivesse prazer em ajudar jovens a aumentar o seu &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;conhecimento&lt;/span&gt;, já há muito que teria feito como certos teóricos da educação que, após breve passagem falhada pelo ensino, elaboram teorias educativas, desadequadas da realidade, para nos ensinarem a ensinar! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VWx7nAmmI/AAAAAAAAGmE/WQsNw2_1i98/s1600-h/DSC06800a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176138762547141218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VWx7nAmmI/AAAAAAAAGmE/WQsNw2_1i98/s400/DSC06800a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9UsU7nAmFI/AAAAAAAAGiA/ZftewntAjN4/s1600-h/DSC06859a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176092084842567762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9UsU7nAmFI/AAAAAAAAGiA/ZftewntAjN4/s400/DSC06859a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176132367340837346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VQ9rnAmeI/AAAAAAAAGlE/B1sEnKPm7vU/s320/DSC06591bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176153146392615746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9Vj3LnAm0I/AAAAAAAAGn0/jTpFJcBjAhE/s320/DSC06844a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VQ9rnAmeI/AAAAAAAAGlE/B1sEnKPm7vU/s1600-h/DSC06591bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não são palavras de ordem mas reflectem o sentir de quem as escreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176143014564764354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VapbnAmsI/AAAAAAAAGm0/1BerEusNoCE/s320/DSC06807a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176132006563584466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VQornAmdI/AAAAAAAAGk8/in6C0S9l32Y/s320/DSC06845a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Linguagem imprópria do&lt;/span&gt; Rei de Espanha &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;faz escola na Madeira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VaJLnAmrI/AAAAAAAAGms/ZeRUi7W9tHM/s1600-h/DSC06783a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176142460513983154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VaJLnAmrI/AAAAAAAAGms/ZeRUi7W9tHM/s200/DSC06783a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estará escrito no cartaz? “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Paciência, nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”, ainda consigo traduzir! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VcCbnAmuI/AAAAAAAAGnE/r_VjsWoJLp4/s1600-h/DSC06676a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176144543573121762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VcCbnAmuI/AAAAAAAAGnE/r_VjsWoJLp4/s400/DSC06676a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegada da cabeça da manifestação à Praça do Comércio, às 17 horas. Para fazer a cobertura fotográfica, deixei os colegas de São João no Marquês. Depois, aqui e além, ainda encontrei alguns, perdidos na multidão. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VgDrnAmzI/AAAAAAAAGns/U6IykKzPJCY/s1600-h/DSC06707a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176148963094469426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VgDrnAmzI/AAAAAAAAGns/U6IykKzPJCY/s400/DSC06707a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Camarada, bandeiras partidárias não, por favor! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parece dizer o sindicalista que se dirige para a senhora idosa com a bandeira do PS. Fiquei sem perceber se ela fazia manguitos aos professores ou se os apoiava.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9UyW7nAmPI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/tIOeRP2Yltg/s1600-h/DSC06771bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176098716272072946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9UyW7nAmPI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/tIOeRP2Yltg/s320/DSC06771bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os primeiros a chegar foram os professores dos distritos de Lisboa, Santarém e Setúbal.&lt;br /&gt;Até chegarem os do Norte, depois das 19h, havia várias alternativas: ir embora, ouvir os sindicalistas ou ficar de longe a observar.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VbHbnAmtI/AAAAAAAAGm8/i7Ei37aTPfo/s1600-h/DSC06815a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176143529960839890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VbHbnAmtI/AAAAAAAAGm8/i7Ei37aTPfo/s320/DSC06815a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fui apanhado a tirar-lhe a foto. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha nas costas um autocolante que dizia “&lt;strong&gt;De luto e em luta&lt;/strong&gt;” . Aliás, foram muitos, os grupos organizados, a vestir-se de preto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VZWLnAmqI/AAAAAAAAGmk/h9PuOffsoqE/s1600-h/DSC06724ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176141584340654754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VZWLnAmqI/AAAAAAAAGmk/h9PuOffsoqE/s400/DSC06724ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VYXLnAmpI/AAAAAAAAGmc/1WQqlRCkXtQ/s1600-h/DSC06714a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176140502008896146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VYXLnAmpI/AAAAAAAAGmc/1WQqlRCkXtQ/s200/DSC06714a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Era o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dia da mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; elas mais uma vez acorreram em força, com eu; deixaram os &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;filhos e maridos e restantes familiares para abanar a arrogância de uma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma ministra autista&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, professor transmontano, de Chaves. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VdXLnAmwI/AAAAAAAAGnU/FoIJlMpAY2A/s1600-h/DSC06810a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176145999567035138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VdXLnAmwI/AAAAAAAAGnU/FoIJlMpAY2A/s400/DSC06810a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176089812804868130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9UqQrnAmCI/AAAAAAAAGho/-FeN_Xkcqgg/s400/DSC06876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A marcha da indignação terminou de noite, às 19,15 horas, quando os últimos professores do Norte chegaram ao Terreiro do Paço. Entretanto &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Portuguesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; já tinha sido cantada. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VfYbnAmyI/AAAAAAAAGnk/5iFOoEUonBU/s1600-h/DSC06910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176148220065127202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VfYbnAmyI/AAAAAAAAGnk/5iFOoEUonBU/s400/DSC06910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo os primeiros comentários do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;primeiro-ministro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sobre a manifestação dos professores fiquei apreensivo com receio de que a falta de diálogo se mantenha e o mal estar social se agrave. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VnyrnAm2I/AAAAAAAAGoE/mZeg4jEZe_E/s1600-h/DSC06797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176157467129715554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VnyrnAm2I/AAAAAAAAGoE/mZeg4jEZe_E/s400/DSC06797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-6436187606849572992?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/6436187606849572992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=6436187606849572992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/6436187606849572992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/6436187606849572992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Assim não se pode ser professor'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9VTBrnAmhI/AAAAAAAAGlc/YpqJCDNA1ZM/s72-c/DSC06550c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-1476970586688122382</id><published>2008-03-08T22:08:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:19:39.402Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estatuto social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papel social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia da Mulher'/><title type='text'>Quero, Faço e Não Mando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Super-mulheres&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175568274926113986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9NP7LnAlMI/AAAAAAAAGbE/aQadnYE0U20/s320/DSC06714aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoje, 8 de Março, é celebrado o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dia_Internacional_da_Mulher"&gt;Dia Internacional da Mulher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Numa &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cultura de machos latinos'&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;como a portuguesa, qual o papel social e o estatuto social da mulher? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9MuS7nAlGI/AAAAAAAAGaU/ukUnmGEd6jI/s1600-h/DSC05723a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175531299552662626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9MuS7nAlGI/AAAAAAAAGaU/ukUnmGEd6jI/s200/DSC05723a.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9NG87nAlLI/AAAAAAAAGa8/TZHxrBElCHI/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175558409386235058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="218" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9NG87nAlLI/AAAAAAAAGa8/TZHxrBElCHI/s200/Digitalizar0001.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9MuS7nAlGI/AAAAAAAAGaU/ukUnmGEd6jI/s1600-h/DSC05723a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres, na profissão docente estão em maioria. Em medicina concluem o curso, em média, em seis anos; os homens, em oito. Constituem as mulheres um grupo social?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175588302358615266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9NiI7nAlOI/AAAAAAAAGbU/gsVZ79z9hkk/s320/DSC06576a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No passado, as mulheres (...) não tinham d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ireito de voto. Sem autorização dos maridos, não podiam ter passaporte, não podiam sair do país, não podiam ter conta bancária, assinar contratos comerciais, alugar casa e abrir empresas. O adultério masculino era tolerado; o adultério feminino era legalmente punido. &lt;/em&gt;António Barreto&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175568287811015890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9NP77nAlNI/AAAAAAAAGbM/tbo6yxohnIU/s320/DSC06555b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Com o 25 de Abril de 1974 nasceu um novo sistema político e foi reconhecido à mulher o direito de cidadania. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Agentes de Mudança Social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A mudança social é um fenómeno que afecta todos os agrupamentos humanos, alterando o curso da história de qualquer colectividade.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9Q4sbnAlsI/AAAAAAAAGe4/hO74NygednQ/s1600-h/DSC06555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175824207732315842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9Q4sbnAlsI/AAAAAAAAGe4/hO74NygednQ/s400/DSC06555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mudança social implica transformações duradouras na estrutura e funcionamento da organização social, resultantes da acção histórica de factores ou de agentes de mudança social - elites e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;movimentos sociais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9SCnLnAlzI/AAAAAAAAGfw/ykTIiHF6kbc/s1600-h/Elite+-+texto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175905481398458162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9SCnLnAlzI/AAAAAAAAGfw/ykTIiHF6kbc/s200/Elite+-+texto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conceito de elite varia conforme os autores. Há diferentes elites: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;elite política&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, aristocrática, militar, etc. Comum a todas elas é o facto de serem formadas por pessoas ou grupos minoritários que pelas ideias defendidas, pelas decisões tomadas, pela carga simbólica que lhes é atribuída, favorecem ou funcionam como entraves de resistência à mudança social. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9P57LnAliI/AAAAAAAAGd0/Bchq5b09UOk/s1600-h/DSC09960b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175755191902836258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9P57LnAliI/AAAAAAAAGd0/Bchq5b09UOk/s400/DSC09960b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas das altas rodas também podem ser consideradas como um conjunto de grupos cujos membros se conhecem, se vêem socialmente e nos negócios, e por isso, ao tomarem decisões, levam-se mutuamente em consideração. A elite forma uma entidade social e psicológica mais ou menos compacta. (…) Aceitam-se, compreendem-se, casam entre si, e procuram trabalhar e pensar, se não juntos, pelo menos de forma semelhante.&lt;/em&gt; Wright Mills &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9P9frnAllI/AAAAAAAAGeE/mcd9YJ_U0NY/s1600-h/DSC02786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175759117502944850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9P9frnAllI/AAAAAAAAGeE/mcd9YJ_U0NY/s400/DSC02786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elite do Poder em Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, é identificada, da seguinte forma, por &lt;a href="http://tomarpartido.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/2005_10.html"&gt;Pacheco Pereira&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somem-se os nomes das Comissões de Honra de Soares e Cavaco, e dá mais de mil nomes, que são um retrato de quem manda em Portugal. Do establishment. Do "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;quem é quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Somem-se mais meia dúzia de nomes, mais os militares no activo, juízes e &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;embaixadores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, alguns jornalistas, mais a hierarquia da Igreja, e está toda a nossa elite. Quem manda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9QDvLnAlmI/AAAAAAAAGeM/TOjKWXdylN0/s1600-h/DSC01848b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175765980860683874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9QDvLnAlmI/AAAAAAAAGeM/TOjKWXdylN0/s400/DSC01848b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;elite do poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é composta por homens cuja posição lhes permite transcender o ambiente comum dos homens comuns, e tomar decisões de grandes consequências. (…) Comandam as principais hierarquias e organizações. Comandam as grandes empresas. Governam a máquina do Estado e reivindicam as suas prerrogativas. Dirigem a organização militar. Ocupam os postos de comando estratégico da estrutura social. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dentro dos altos círculos da elite do poder, existem grupos e facções; há conflitos de orientação, e chocam-se as ambições pessoais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9P4m7nAlgI/AAAAAAAAGdk/LxMpVkOqZOk/s1600-h/DSC09975c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wright Mills&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9SaKbnAl0I/AAAAAAAAGf4/98C1Fvbo7ow/s1600-h/DSC09975c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175931375756285762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9SaKbnAl0I/AAAAAAAAGf4/98C1Fvbo7ow/s200/DSC09975c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na complexa organização do governo moderno, a necessidade de um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;‘círculo íntimo’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de conselheiros pessoais tem-se tornado extremamente importante para o dirigente, especialmente quando deseja ser um inovador. Para criar e realizar a sua política, precisa de homens totalmente ao seu serviço. As funções específicas que esses homens podem executar é muito variada, mas não importa o que façam ou digam - são a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alter ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do seu &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;comandante&lt;/span&gt;. Esses lugares-tenentes pessoais do poder são agentes fiéis, acima de tudo, do homem a cujo círculo íntimo pertencem.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wright Mills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175827300108769042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9Q7gbnAlxI/AAAAAAAAGfg/OThCFl9QW5I/s400/DSC06587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Movimento social “é a organização estruturada e identificável que tem como finalidade explícita agrupar membros com vista à defesa ou promoção de certos objectivos precisos, geralmente com conotação social”.&lt;br /&gt;Outros autores, porém, consideram que os movimentos sociais “constituem grupos indistintos, juridicamente anárquicos e homogéneos de pessoas, sem representação visível e sem que seja possível definir qual integrante responde legalmente pelo grupo”. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9Q8krnAlyI/AAAAAAAAGfo/nOqIbf7a6T4/s1600-h/DSC06599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175828472634840866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R9Q8krnAlyI/AAAAAAAAGfo/nOqIbf7a6T4/s400/DSC06599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os movimentos sociais são dinâmicos e de duração incerta. Pela massa humana que mobilizam e pela força reivindicativa de que dispõem, constituem-se como importantes elementos a ter em conta nas sociedades actuais, desempenhando um papel relevante no processo de mudança social e no dia-a-dia de uma sociedade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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font-family: verdana;"&gt;Viagem ao Parlamento Europeu em Bruxelas&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_KPiL_ALI/AAAAAAAAFt0/g0cni4z4IBI/s1600-h/DSC05097a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165569665841168562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_KPiL_ALI/AAAAAAAAFt0/g0cni4z4IBI/s400/DSC05097a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-TESL_ABI/AAAAAAAAFsk/4-4FWl8ZgRs/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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;div align="justify"&gt;No dia 30 de Janeiro a Larissa e a Mariana apresentaram à turma o seu &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;relatório&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2007/12/andemos-andemos-paremos-e-mijemos.html"&gt;viagem a Bruxelas e Paris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, realizada entre 26 de Novembro e 1 de Dezembro de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;O facto de a viagem se ter realizado no final do 1º período, sobrecarregado com a realização de testes, seguido das férias de Natal, fez com que o prazo para entrega dos relatórios da viagem fosse alargado até à segunda quinzena de Janeiro de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Os onze &lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2007/11/viagem-ao-parlamento-europeu.html"&gt;alunos de Sociologia que participaram na viagem&lt;/a&gt; fizeram quatro relatórios de grupo, tendo dois deles apresentado textos: A Marta Rego sobre a visita ao &lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2007/12/brendonk-campo-de-concentrao.html"&gt;campo de concentração de Breendonk &lt;/a&gt;e o João Rocha sobre o Parlamento Europeu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-RsyL-_-I/AAAAAAAAFsM/HuYX4s38Slo/s1600-h/DSC05611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="166" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165507496189558754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-RsyL-_-I/AAAAAAAAFsM/HuYX4s38Slo/s200/DSC05611.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 166px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 136px;" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Material de suporte à aula:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CD e texto contendo informações dos slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69IRiL-_qI/AAAAAAAAFps/3Z0U3ZaiNA0/s1600-h/DSC05086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165426763689295522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69IRiL-_qI/AAAAAAAAFps/3Z0U3ZaiNA0/s400/DSC05086.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As alunas deram a conhecer previamente o trabalho ao professor, o qual, reconhecendo a sua elevada qualidade, autorizou que fosse apresentado à turma.&lt;br /&gt;A apresentação começou bem. As alunas tinham feito um excelente trabalho e mostraram-se seguras na apresentação do conteúdo. Os colegas sentiram-se motivados e seguiram atentamente a apresentação, relatando o dia-a-dia da viagem.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_BFSL_AJI/AAAAAAAAFtk/R23UykCQMQI/s1600-h/DSC03574a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="179" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165559594142859410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_BFSL_AJI/AAAAAAAAFtk/R23UykCQMQI/s200/DSC03574a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Com a rota traçada, fizémo-nos à estrada. Primeira paragem, em Espinho, para ir buscar os alunos que iriam partilhar a viagem connosco."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Teresa, Ioana e Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69OHCL-_yI/AAAAAAAAFqs/hNXBcQt7CoU/s1600-h/ChavesPB260015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165433180370435874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69OHCL-_yI/AAAAAAAAFqs/hNXBcQt7CoU/s400/ChavesPB260015.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Depois começou a verdadeira viagem. Fomos directos a Chaves, onde parámos para almoçar e descansar um pouco. De lá fomos em direcção a Burgos, onde chegámos por volta das 23 horas e onde estava um frio de rachar!"&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Teresa, Ioana e Sofia, alunas do 12º ano, Turma 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_mCSL_ATI/AAAAAAAAFu0/tHwRoVj4CAQ/s1600-h/PB270084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165600224533479730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_mCSL_ATI/AAAAAAAAFu0/tHwRoVj4CAQ/s200/PB270084.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"O resto da noite foi passada a dormir e só acordámos lá para as 8 da manhã, para tomar o pequeno almoço, já em França.&lt;br /&gt;Passámos França toda durante o dia e chegámos a Bruxelas por volta das 19 horas. (Aleluia! Depois de uma viagem de 36 horas de autocarro, finalmente o nosso destino!) &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Teresa, Ioana e Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_ItCL_AKI/AAAAAAAAFts/x4HgA8KEkrE/s1600-h/PB270147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165567973624053922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_ItCL_AKI/AAAAAAAAFts/x4HgA8KEkrE/s400/PB270147.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nessa mesma noite, após nos termos instalado no hotel e de um tão merecido banho, fomos jantar ao &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espace New Europe&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; um restaurante tipicamente português, com os nossos anfitriões, os deputados do Parlamento Europeu."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Teresa, Iona e Sofia&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_qByL_AUI/AAAAAAAAFu8/G03QeSgAuD0/s1600-h/DSC05088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165604613990056258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_qByL_AUI/AAAAAAAAFu8/G03QeSgAuD0/s400/DSC05088.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"No dia 28 de Novembro, levantamo-nos pelas 08h15 afim de tomarmos o pequeno-almoço e partirmos para uma visita ao Campo de Concentração de Breendonk.&lt;br /&gt;Chegando ao local, sentiu-se de imediato um clima de tensão. Os grandes portões associados à humidade e frio existente, fizeram-nos recuar 65 anos na História. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_cKiL_ARI/AAAAAAAAFuk/M6qkXBJ7cgY/s1600-h/DSC03735a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165589371151122706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_cKiL_ARI/AAAAAAAAFuk/M6qkXBJ7cgY/s200/DSC03735a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nossa guia apresentou-nos uma realidade cruel e da qual muitos de nós não tínhamos noção. Vendo fotografias do quanto desumano haviam sido as acções da Alemanha nazi, os poros arrepiaram-se e o choque era evidente nas caras das pessoas. Vendo as celas para os prisioneiros, a câmara de tortura, as casa de banho, o trabalho inútil que faziam e, comparando-as com as condições dos guardas, mais uma vez houve um sentimento de revolta." &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;iguel Santos e Richard Strandberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69OICL-_0I/AAAAAAAAFq8/zAB9YYEDfyg/s1600-h/PB280348.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Após a visita a Breendonk dirigimo-nos para o Parlamento Europeu onde chegámos por volta das 13h30. Devido à elevada segurança e aos numerosos grupos de visitantes, a entrada demorou mais do que o previsto." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Miguel Santos e Richard Strandberg, alunos do 12º , turma 11. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69ISiL-_tI/AAAAAAAAFqE/BiKQ_pcrIcQ/s1600-h/DSC05095.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165426780869164754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69ISiL-_tI/AAAAAAAAFqE/BiKQ_pcrIcQ/s400/DSC05095.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Assim que chegámos fomos almoçar no refeitório do Parlamento Europeu. Parando algum tempo para tirar fotografias junto às bandeiras enquanto foi preparado o local para a conferência com os deputados portugueses." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Miguel Santos e Richard Strandberg &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_AXSL_AII/AAAAAAAAFtc/1p7NE6dlUDM/s1600-h/PE-+PedroGuerreiro+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165558803868876930" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_AXSL_AII/AAAAAAAAFtc/1p7NE6dlUDM/s400/PE-+PedroGuerreiro+119.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165578595078176994" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_SXSL_AOI/AAAAAAAAFuM/Dfd0_pyU35E/s320/BRUXELAS+095.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estivemos cerca de uma hora e meia com os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Deputados Pedro Guerreiro e Ilda Figueiredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tendo tido a oportunidade de questioná-los sobre os mais variados temas acerca da União Europeia.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165435731581009778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69QbiL-_3I/AAAAAAAAFrU/r6oCGV-Ema4/s200/PB280352a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apresentamos alguns exemplos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Questões relacionadas com os futuros alargamentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Os impedimentos da entrada da Turquia na U.E.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Questões relacionadas com a Politica Agriculta Comum e as suas reformas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* De que forma os Portugueses poderiam avaliar o trabalho dos deputados a actuar na Europa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Questões relacionadas com as alterações climáticas e as suas consequências, assim como as medidas a serem tomadas, para evitá-las.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Questão relacionada sobre a língua portuguesa e a sua utilização no parlamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Miguel Santos e Richard Strandberg&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69KIyL-_xI/AAAAAAAAFqk/jJj811rkFww/s1600-h/DSC05099.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165428812388695826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69KIyL-_xI/AAAAAAAAFqk/jJj811rkFww/s400/DSC05099.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Após este agradável convívio com os deputados, assistimos a uma sessão plenária na tribuna do Parlamento Europeu, onde, para agrado geral, estava a discursar o primeiro-ministro espanhol Zapatero acerca do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;“Futuro de uma Europa Unida”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. O discurso foi traduzido para todas as línguas da U.E. " &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Miguel Santos e Richard Strandberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_doiL_ASI/AAAAAAAAFus/GWqo9DDkTEk/s1600-h/BRUXELAS+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165590986058826018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_doiL_ASI/AAAAAAAAFus/GWqo9DDkTEk/s200/BRUXELAS+254.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Chegamos a &lt;em&gt;Paris no início da tarde e depois de nos instalarmos nos quartos, fomos de autocarro passear por Paris. Aquele ambiente é de facto hipnotizante! E a torre Eiffel é simplesmente fantástica! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) Vimos o obelisco de Luxor, passámos pelo jardim das Tulherias, pelo Louvre ..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Teresa, Ioana e Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69XQSL-_5I/AAAAAAAAFrk/fjp5foHNm20/s1600-h/BRUXELAS+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165443234888875922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69XQSL-_5I/AAAAAAAAFrk/fjp5foHNm20/s400/BRUXELAS+212.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Arco do Triunfo do Carroucel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi construído em 1806 para celebrar a vitória de Napoleão Bonaparte em Austerlitz, em 1805, contra a Áustria e a Rússia.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69JICL-_uI/AAAAAAAAFqM/KSKdYy1ct6s/s1600-h/DSC05100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165427699992166114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69JICL-_uI/AAAAAAAAFqM/KSKdYy1ct6s/s400/DSC05100.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turma continuou seguindo atentamente, até ao fim, a descrição da viagem, comentada pela Mariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69WmCL-_4I/AAAAAAAAFrc/pPGol8a0cCw/s1600-h/Ioana+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165442509039402882" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69WmCL-_4I/AAAAAAAAFrc/pPGol8a0cCw/s400/Ioana+298.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momento da viagem de regresso a Portugal&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69YKiL-_8I/AAAAAAAAFr8/BCyceSRu4KE/s1600-h/Grupo+de+profs+EspinhoEstoril.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69hYyL-_9I/AAAAAAAAFsE/8o602Ew1QpI/s1600-h/DSC05105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165454376034041810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69hYyL-_9I/AAAAAAAAFsE/8o602Ew1QpI/s200/DSC05105.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "aula" dada pela Mariana e pela Larissa terminou como começou - muito bem. &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;As duas estão de parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69XRCL-_6I/AAAAAAAAFrs/3JuJwfr2-qA/s1600-h/DespedidaalunosEspinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165443247773777826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69XRCL-_6I/AAAAAAAAFrs/3JuJwfr2-qA/s400/DespedidaalunosEspinho.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora do adeus. Chegada a Espinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Anexos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Extractos de relatórios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Alunos Miguel Santos e Richard Strandberg&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165582748311552242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6_WJCL_API/AAAAAAAAFuU/DwFr3olS96c/s320/DSC03800a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-ZpCL_AFI/AAAAAAAAFtE/hZRA0M35hNA/s1600-h/DSC03800a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O relatório destes dois alunos, apresentado em Word, foi enviado por e-mail.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-TEiL_ACI/AAAAAAAAFss/s0tBEOGG1bI/s1600-h/DSC05630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="150" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165509003723079714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-TEiL_ACI/AAAAAAAAFss/s0tBEOGG1bI/s200/DSC05630.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 131px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 179px;" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Desta viagem podemos recordar os belos momentos passados, os conhecimentos adquiridos, o funcionamento da União Europeia, as amizades criadas mas, sobretudo, o conhecimento de novos países, com culturas, línguas e tradições diferentes das nossas. Foi uma viagem inesquecível e maravilhosa."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-ZpCL_AEI/AAAAAAAAFs8/VmEDZotGdSw/s1600-h/DSC03798b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165516227858071618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-ZpCL_AEI/AAAAAAAAFs8/VmEDZotGdSw/s200/DSC03798b.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A ida ao Parlamento Europeu foi uma experiência que considero marcante na minha formação, enquanto português e como cidadão da União Europeia. Foi também bastante enriquecedora do ponto de vista político, pois conheci um pouco melhor a orgânica do Parlamento Europeu e reforcei a minha convicção de que todos os cidadãos europeus devem lutar cada vez mais no sentido de construirmos uma Europa mais forte e mais coesa em todos os domínios. Estar no Parlamento Europeu no mesmo dia que Zapatero foi uma feliz coincidência."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;João Rocha, 12º ano, T10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Conclusão do relatório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As alunas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ana Teresa, Ioana e Sofia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;apresentaram o relatório em suporte escrito e, num CD, em powerpoint.&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="240" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165508269283672066" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R6-SZyL_AAI/AAAAAAAAFsc/TcOR2jpH-SU/s320/DSC05620.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 164px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 215px;" width="273" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É com um sentimento agridoce que nos lembramos desta marcante viagem. Permitiu-nos conhecer melhor algumas pessoas, fazer novas amizades e fortalecer outras. Por outro lado, de tão fantástica que foi, deixa-nos um sentimento de nostalgia. Cada momento foi especial e único. " &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69OHiL-_zI/AAAAAAAAFq0/LNvCWi7UFsk/s1600-h/PB280345.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165433188960370482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R69OHiL-_zI/AAAAAAAAFq0/LNvCWi7UFsk/s400/PB280345.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Foi importante para nós. Aprendemos coisas que no futuro nos podem ser fulcrais e nos poderão ajudar a ser mais tolerantes. Foi uma experiência inesquecível, de que nunca mais nos iremos esquecer! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Muito obrigada professor por nos ter escolhido para esta viagem!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Parti de Portugal em direcção a Turim, Itália, onde passei 2 dias. Depois, foi a continuação da longa viagem até à Roménia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5jJ_ZnH2LI/AAAAAAAAFfs/AOlBiZcuMuQ/s1600-h/IMG_5147a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159095464196823218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5jJ_ZnH2LI/AAAAAAAAFfs/AOlBiZcuMuQ/s320/IMG_5147a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;À chegada, um sentimento de nostalgia me invadiu quando vi lugares tão familiares e pessoas de que tanto gosto. A alegria foi tanta que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;quando entrei em casa dos avós senti, realmente, que estava em casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5i9v5nH2BI/AAAAAAAAFec/y2XkV019RW8/s1600-h/IMG_5151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5jOUpnH2OI/AAAAAAAAFgE/sxY6TM7GWTc/s1600-h/IMG_5151.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159100227315554530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5jOUpnH2OI/AAAAAAAAFgE/sxY6TM7GWTc/s400/IMG_5151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas a verdadeira festa começou quando vi os meus amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5i-R5nH2EI/AAAAAAAAFe0/f9EKE9JYB-M/s1600-h/IMG_5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082587884869698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5i-R5nH2EI/AAAAAAAAFe0/f9EKE9JYB-M/s400/IMG_5286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como sempre, na Roménia havia neve, muita neve. Passei os dias a praticar desportos de Inverno.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5jK3ZnH2MI/AAAAAAAAFf0/dXpMO7OY5Yg/s1600-h/IMG_5226.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5jLM5nH2NI/AAAAAAAAFf8/rz2Wq5yq5ac/s1600-h/IMG_5174.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5jOgJnH2PI/AAAAAAAAFgM/pG6c6t3taks/s1600-h/IMG_5174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159100424884050162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5jOgJnH2PI/AAAAAAAAFgM/pG6c6t3taks/s320/IMG_5174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois fui para a casa de férias da família, na &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transylvania"&gt;Transilvânia&lt;/a&gt;, onde aproveitei para saborear pratos típicos da Roménia, preparados tradicionalmente.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5i_lJnH2JI/AAAAAAAAFfc/9hLiW4beugA/s1600-h/IMG_5283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159084018108979346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5i_lJnH2JI/AAAAAAAAFfc/9hLiW4beugA/s400/IMG_5283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com a aproximação do Dia de Natal, começou a azáfama dos preparativos. Os mais novos da família fizeram a árvore de Natal, cortada pelo avozinho. As mulheres encarregaram-se das refeições e dos doces e os homens trataram do arranjo da casa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082922892318818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5i-lZnH2GI/AAAAAAAAFfE/GRsrzymeKc0/s400/IMG_5193.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Na noite de 24 de Dezembro a família juntou-se para o jantar, num ambiente totalmente especial e apropriado para esse dia. Foi algo de maravilhoso. A partir de uma certa hora &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;é costume, na Roménia, irem batendo à porta os vizinhos, amigos, conhecidos e familiares para &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6usy0wTw3w"&gt;cantar canções tradicionais&lt;/a&gt;, próprias da noite de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Foi o que aconteceu em nossa casa. Como agradecimento, oferecemos aos visitantes doces tradicionais, bombons e, como sempre, convidámo-los a juntarem-se a nós, ao pé da lareira, para se aquecerem e partilharem a alegria de estarmos juntos num dia tão especial. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/ColindÄ"&gt;COLINDA&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cantar os Reis, Cantar as Janeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portugal e Roménia, tão distantes na geografia da Europa e tão perto na preservação das mesmas tradições dos cânticos de Natal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A casa ficou cheia de amigos. Depois de convivermos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;partimos todos para cantar em outras casas também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Era tão bom ver as pessoas assim, sempre com sorriso na cara e com vontade de festa, toda gente se esqueceu por uns momentos das preocupações de dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;Depois no dia 25 de Dezembro, de manhã, toda gente, ao acordar, foi para perto da árvore de Natal para abrir os presentes, o momento tanto esperado por todos. O dia continuou em família, como habitualmente.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159082927187286130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5i-lpnH2HI/AAAAAAAAFfM/klNlwsup20g/s400/IMG_5241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dia 26 de Dezembro tivemos de voltar para Portugal. Como à ida, paramos na Itália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Foram umas férias maravilhosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e que espero repeti-las todos os anos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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   }&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262122-7069096830098594447?l=euroluso-essje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/feeds/7069096830098594447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262122&amp;postID=7069096830098594447&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/7069096830098594447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262122/posts/default/7069096830098594447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2008/01/frias-de-natal-da-ioana-na-romnia.html' title='Férias de Natal da Ioana na Roménia'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R5i-SJnH2FI/AAAAAAAAFe8/5u-aNvNc3z4/s72-c/IMG_5197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262122.post-8933397857230721138</id><published>2008-01-01T15:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:19:50.221Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treaty of Lisbon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presépio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terreiro do Paço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schengen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolo-rei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano Novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consoada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucho'/><title type='text'>Quadra Natalícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como Passei as Festas de Natal e Ano Novo&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3po7FaDLQI/AAAAAAAAFaA/oigNQ9enDZ0/s1600-h/DSC04865a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150544488124591362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3po7FaDLQI/AAAAAAAAFaA/oigNQ9enDZ0/s400/DSC04865a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Habitualmente, reparto as férias escolares do Natal entre Lisboa e Trás-os-Montes. Este ano não fugiu à regra. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pwY1aDLdI/AAAAAAAAFbo/hY5EkjD3m-g/s1600-h/DSC04806aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150552695807094226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pwY1aDLdI/AAAAAAAAFbo/hY5EkjD3m-g/s200/DSC04806aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estação de Santa Apolónia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para assinalar o fim da presidência portuguesa da União Europeia, o Governo e a Câmara Municipal de Lisboa montaram no Domingo, dia 23 de Dezembro, um espectáculo no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Terreiro do Paço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, chamado «&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Festa Popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;». Interessado pelas questões europeias fui até ao local e, como «&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mirone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;», andei pela Baixa pombalina, durante algumas horas, aproveitando para conhecer as novas estações do metro.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3prlVaDLXI/AAAAAAAAFa4/vGIW_k6m2xI/s1600-h/DSC04777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150547412997320050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3prlVaDLXI/AAAAAAAAFa4/vGIW_k6m2xI/s400/DSC04777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Arco da Rua Augusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em tons de azul e amarelo, cores da bandeira europeia.&lt;br /&gt;Exposição sobre «A História da Europa e a Evolução das Fronteiras»&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qfylaDLwI/AAAAAAAAFeA/Qxd4vQeRm7w/s1600-h/DSC04738a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150604815235231490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qfylaDLwI/AAAAAAAAFeA/Qxd4vQeRm7w/s400/DSC04738a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um eléctrico chama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treaty of Lisbon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi neste moderno eléctrico que no final da cerimónia de assinatura do Tratado de Lisboa, nos Jerónimos, os chefes de governo dos 27 estados membros da União Europeia viajaram até Belém, numa distância de 500 metros, para o almoço oferecido pelo Presidente da República.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pu3FaDLZI/AAAAAAAAFbI/JRF9pS88v7Q/s1600-h/DSC04900a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150551016474881426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pu3FaDLZI/AAAAAAAAFbI/JRF9pS88v7Q/s400/DSC04900a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A festa contou com a actuação da charanga a cavalo e dos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;motociclistas da Guarda Nacional Republicana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de bandas sinfónicas e do grupo operacional cinotécnico da Polícia de Segurança Pública.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pu3laDLaI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/he7A_Br3Kqc/s1600-h/DSC04905a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150551025064816034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pu3laDLaI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/he7A_Br3Kqc/s400/DSC04905a.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Floristas do Rossio&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3prklaDLUI/AAAAAAAAFag/d8Lj7p1a3tk/s1600-h/DSC04906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150547400112418114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3prklaDLUI/AAAAAAAAFag/d8Lj7p1a3tk/s400/DSC04906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Entrei no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do Rossio para beber um café e não resisti a tirar uma foto à &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pintura que representa o poeta Bocage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, frequentador do Nicola, a troçar dos frades. É célebre a sua quadra ao ser interpelado pela polícia: Eu sou Bocage. Venho do Nicola. Vou p’ro outro mundo se dispara a pistola.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qEhFaDLsI/AAAAAAAAFdg/BascJJidEC0/s1600-h/DSC04784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150574827773570754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qEhFaDLsI/AAAAAAAAFdg/BascJJidEC0/s320/DSC04784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25º Rei de Portugal no pedestal, a cavalo, a olhar para o Tejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3p3I1aDLiI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/3yphl3B55Uw/s1600-h/DSC04774a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150560117510581794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3p3I1aDLiI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/3yphl3B55Uw/s400/DSC04774a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Projecção, num ecrã gigante, da&lt;strong&gt; evolução das fronteiras&lt;/strong&gt;. O &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espaço europeu Schengen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, de livre circulação de pessoas, sem controlos nas fronteiras internas, foi agora alargado a nove dos países que em 2004 aderiram à União Europeia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Na Terra Fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qvK1aDLxI/AAAAAAAAFeI/Ba4GkzcFjhs/s1600-h/DSC02269b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150621724521475858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qvK1aDLxI/AAAAAAAAFeI/Ba4GkzcFjhs/s320/DSC02269b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A época natalícia é um dos momentos do ano em que o regresso à terra de origem, em Trás-os-Montes, é quase obrigatório, para manter vivos os afectos de ligação à infância, à família e à comunidade. O ritual foi cumprido, facilitado pelas auto-estradas que rompem as montanhas do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reino Maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pai Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, assim como a árvore de Natal, ambos de origem pagã, vão-se introduzindo na cultura local.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3p0PFaDLgI/AAAAAAAAFcA/FqBfDZemQ9k/s1600-h/DSC04859aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150556926349880834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3p0PFaDLgI/AAAAAAAAFcA/FqBfDZemQ9k/s400/DSC04859aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qLWFaDLuI/AAAAAAAAFdw/FqQQI-K5YNc/s1600-h/Travancas+001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150582335376404194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qLWFaDLuI/AAAAAAAAFdw/FqQQI-K5YNc/s200/Travancas+001a.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pxDVaDLeI/AAAAAAAAFbw/syMoLg_5lQQ/s1600-h/DSC04854a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150553425951534562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pxDVaDLeI/AAAAAAAAFbw/syMoLg_5lQQ/s200/DSC04854a.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dias antes do Natal nevou pelas terras altas de Trás-os-Montes. A neve encanta-me. Durante a nossa estadia em Travancas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, não nevou mas os termómetros registaram temperaturas baixas, provocando fortes geadas durante a noite. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3po6laDLOI/AAAAAAAAFZw/M6JYh-waYvk/s1600-h/DSC04878a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150544479534656738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3po6laDLOI/AAAAAAAAFZw/M6JYh-waYvk/s400/DSC04878a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Assando castanhas à lareira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3po6laDLPI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/WJP5DR1AA6Y/s1600-h/DSC04892a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150544479534656754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3po6laDLPI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/WJP5DR1AA6Y/s400/DSC04892a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pzP1aDLfI/AAAAAAAAFb4/2BYz1ZY_4gM/s1600-h/DSC04774a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alheira e chouriças na brasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano como não fez tanto frio, a matança do porco fez-se mais tarde e ainda há muito fumeiro que se encontra a secar à lareira.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qCM1aDLpI/AAAAAAAAFdI/WCGdmxqhRbQ/s1600-h/DSC04864b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150572280857964178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qCM1aDLpI/AAAAAAAAFdI/WCGdmxqhRbQ/s400/DSC04864b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geada&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qEg1aDLrI/AAAAAAAAFdY/84eVJWqcf2Y/s1600-h/DSC04821a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150574823478603442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qEg1aDLrI/AAAAAAAAFdY/84eVJWqcf2Y/s320/DSC04821a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ceia da Consoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mesa à volta da qual se reunem, em &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santo Antão do Tojal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, em todos os Natais, familiares e amigos. Não são sempre os mesmos. Uns partiram e outros foram chegando, por afinidade ou laços de sangue. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3p5oVaDLjI/AAAAAAAAFcY/esD2Tx7uKEM/s1600-h/DSC04822a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150562857699716658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3p5oVaDLjI/AAAAAAAAFcY/esD2Tx7uKEM/s400/DSC04822a.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3prk1aDLWI/AAAAAAAAFaw/NqiMncCCx_Q/s1600-h/DSC04737a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Missa do Galo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pnsFaDLNI/AAAAAAAAFZo/496hVI5aPxc/s1600-h/DSC04829a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150543130914925778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pnsFaDLNI/AAAAAAAAFZo/496hVI5aPxc/s400/DSC04829a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Terminada a ceia de Natal, o grupo de familiares e amigos dirigiu-se à &lt;strong&gt;Igreja de Santo Antão do Tojal &lt;/strong&gt;para a tradicional Missa do Galo. Tanto na igreja como em casa cantaram-se cânticos de louvor ao Deus Menino, o Salvador.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qEgVaDLqI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/KbsgMNWbP-Y/s1600-h/DSC04913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150574814888668834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3qEgVaDLqI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/KbsgMNWbP-Y/s320/DSC04913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prendas de Natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Na minha infância, na aldeia, as prendas eram entregues às crianças no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dia de Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pelo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Menino Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mas no espaço de uma geração tudo mudou! O consumismo leva a que todos recebam prendas de todos, entregues, na noite de Consoada, pelo velhinho Pai Natal de barbas brancas! A descristianização crescente do Natal levou alguém a escrever, revoltado, nas paredes da Baixa de Lisboa: « &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Natal é Festa Cristã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!» A sociedade de consumo é uma sociedade materialista. É sintomático que a referência à origem cristã da civilização europeia no preâmbulo da Constituição tenha levantado tanta celeuma!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3phTFaDLGI/AAAAAAAAFYw/TEvJgg-8mGs/s1600-h/DSC04575aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150536104348429410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3phTFaDLGI/AAAAAAAAFYw/TEvJgg-8mGs/s400/DSC04575aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Twinx, o gato francês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, deitado, a apanhar Sol, sobre o musgo do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;presépio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, feito com ternura pelo JP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adeus, Ano Velho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150662986272288546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3rUslaDLyI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/pC67pANq0iM/s320/DSC04924aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3p8UVaDLoI/AAAAAAAAFdA/OnmYSNXZ168/s1600-h/DSC04932aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150565812637216386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3p8UVaDLoI/AAAAAAAAFdA/OnmYSNXZ168/s200/DSC04932aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bucho e bolo-rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na tradicional ceia de passagem do ano, em casa, na companhia de amigos e familiares. O bucho é feito com costeletas de porco em sorsa. É cozido antes de ser servido à mesa, sendo acompanhado com batatas e couves.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pl8VaDLLI/AAAAAAAAFZY/Zbw2w-xLgQs/s1600-h/DSC04931a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150541211064544434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R3pl8VaDLLI/AAAAAAAAFZY/Zbw2w-xLgQs/s400/DSC04931a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Boneca de barro feita pela princesa há anos atrás, cercada por coroa de Natal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que em 2008 haja &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pão e paz na Terra aos homens de boa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Pessoalmente, acho que ganharia o brilho de valioso &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pergaminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, emoldurado, se por baixo da palavra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Diploma'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; estivesse escrita a expressão &lt;strong&gt;'Quadro de Excelência'&lt;/strong&gt; em letras semelhantes às de uma iluminura! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RzZPqTY4I/AAAAAAAAFUI/nOFxWk8wPuE/s1600-h/DSC04408aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RzZPqTY4I/AAAAAAAAFUI/nOFxWk8wPuE/s1600-h/DSC04408aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144363551901836162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RzZPqTY4I/AAAAAAAAFUI/nOFxWk8wPuE/s200/DSC04408aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tal como os demais alunos que foram à cerimónia acompanhados por familiares, a Raquel foi com o marido, a filha e a Dirlene, colega de turma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxxvqTYrI/AAAAAAAAFSg/yvMbeCD5HaU/s1600-h/DSC04557a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxxvqTYrI/AAAAAAAAFSg/yvMbeCD5HaU/s1600-h/DSC04557a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144361773785375410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxxvqTYrI/AAAAAAAAFSg/yvMbeCD5HaU/s400/DSC04557a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A entrega dos diplomas foi feita em três sessões consecutivas. A primeira, às 14h30, para os alunos do 10º ano, quarenta ao todo. A segunda para os alunos do 11º ano e a terceira, para os alunos do 12º ano, cerca de 68.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2Ryd_qTYxI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/7DzPWfhpCng/s1600-h/DSC04536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362533994586898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2Ryd_qTYxI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/7DzPWfhpCng/s400/DSC04536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Comissão Executiva &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Os colegas Thierry, Loureiro, Ana Ribeiro (Presidente), Paula Néo e Ana Paula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Os quadros de excelência regem-se pelo Decreto-Lei 30/2002. Pretendem &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;reconhecer&lt;/span&gt; os alunos que revelam excelentes resultados escolares e produzem trabalhos académicos ou realizam actividades de excelente qualidade, quer no domínio curricular, quer no domínio dos complementos curriculares. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A iniciativa das propostas de candidatura, no que diz respeito ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2007/06/quadro-de-excelncia.html"&gt;Quadro de Excelência&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pertence ao Conselho de Turma.&lt;br /&gt;As condições mínimas de candidatura ao Quadro de Excelência são:&lt;br /&gt;- Obtenção de média de 16 valores, ponderada pela carga horária semanal de todas as disciplinas;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ausência de classificações negativas no último momento de avaliação; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Bom comportamento." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2Ryd_qTYwI/AAAAAAAAFTI/K0-ICDp0SlQ/s1600-h/DSC04539a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362533994586882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2Ryd_qTYwI/AAAAAAAAFTI/K0-ICDp0SlQ/s400/DSC04539a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, carinhosamente chamado &lt;strong&gt;Cocas&lt;/strong&gt; pelos amigos, satisfeito com o diploma recebido. Nunca mais se esquece da nossa viagem a Basileia e Estrasburgo! Está no 1º ano de Gestão Hoteleira na Escola Superior de Turismo e Hotelaria do Estoril.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2SPA_qTY6I/AAAAAAAAFUY/Am4NOOWWndI/s1600-h/DSC04540a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144393921615586210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2SPA_qTY6I/AAAAAAAAFUY/Am4NOOWWndI/s400/DSC04540a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;João Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; não pára de crescer! Está fadado a altos voos, como gestor super eficiente e de poucas palavras. Estuda na Universidade Nova de Lisboa&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RydPqTYuI/AAAAAAAAFS4/uMwrpudwTmY/s1600-h/DSC04541a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362521109684962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RydPqTYuI/AAAAAAAAFS4/uMwrpudwTmY/s400/DSC04541a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O encanto da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Quando me manifestou o seu reconhecimento por ter ido assistir à entrega dos diplomas, fiquei satisfeito, feliz comigo próprio. Futura gestora, frequenta o curso de Gestão Hoteleira na Escola Superior de Turismo e Hotelaria do Estoril.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxyPqTYtI/AAAAAAAAFSw/F3CmNsEgcHU/s1600-h/DSC04542a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144361782375310034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxyPqTYtI/AAAAAAAAFSw/F3CmNsEgcHU/s400/DSC04542a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tomás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a ser cumprimentado pela colega Ana Paula, da Comissão Executiva. Dele guardo a ideia de uma aluno nobre de carácter e educação esmerada, de futuro &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gentleman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Entrou para o curso de Gestão na Universidade Nova de Lisboa e já tem o doutoramento no horizonte!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RzHfqTY1I/AAAAAAAAFTw/riq2qc9sM_s/s1600-h/DSC04405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144363246959158098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RzHfqTY1I/AAAAAAAAFTw/riq2qc9sM_s/s400/DSC04405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Raquel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é brilhante aluna do &lt;strong&gt;curso nocturno&lt;/strong&gt;. Está de parabéns, duplamente, porque, além de exercer uma actividade profissional e ser dona de casa, consegue obter excelentes notas. Continuo a ser seu professor de Economia, no 11º H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2SmsPqTY-I/AAAAAAAAFU4/e_7iI-Yqn9I/s1600-h/DSC04549a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144419953412367330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2SmsPqTY-I/AAAAAAAAFU4/e_7iI-Yqn9I/s200/DSC04549a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momento de música&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após a entrega dos diplomas, ele tocou, ela cantou e ambos encantaram. Magníficos!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2SPBPqTY7I/AAAAAAAAFUg/a8khtMPlkI8/s1600-h/DSC04414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144393925910553522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2SPBPqTY7I/AAAAAAAAFUg/a8khtMPlkI8/s400/DSC04414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pais, encarregados de educação, familiares e amigos dos alunos, à saída do auditório onde decorreu a cerimónia.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RyefqTYyI/AAAAAAAAFTY/0oX1CyEniWo/s1600-h/DSC04417aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144362542584521506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RyefqTYyI/AAAAAAAAFTY/0oX1CyEniWo/s400/DSC04417aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vista parcial da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sala de convívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, decorada para os festejos de Natal e preparada para o lanche oferecido aos alunos diplomados e seus familiares, alguns dos quais já foram também alunos da escola.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxxvqTYqI/AAAAAAAAFSY/yoN5r3INcLs/s1600-h/DSC04559a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144361773785375394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxxvqTYqI/AAAAAAAAFSY/yoN5r3INcLs/s400/DSC04559a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Convívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, acompanhado de café, chá, sumos e iguarias doces e salgadas, feitas pelas senhoras que trabalham na cozinha da escola.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxxPqTYpI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/0TNWHF3FQbc/s1600-h/DSC04563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144361765195440786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2RxxPqTYpI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/0TNWHF3FQbc/s400/DSC04563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O Grupo de Estrasburgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No qual falta o Denis!&lt;br /&gt;João Paulo, Francisco, Carolina e Tomás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O vosso professor de Sociologia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Esse objectivo foi alcançado na Cimeira de 19 de Outubro, quando se chegou a acordo sobre o novo tratado. A assinatura ficou agendada para 13 de Dezembro de 2007, em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144675821794059474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2WPZvqTZNI/AAAAAAAAFWw/qgmAjlltMGg/s200/DSC09977a.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;Nesse dia, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;primeiro-ministro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, visivelmente satisfeito, cumprimentou o presidente da União Europeia, Durão Barroso, e apertando-lhe a mão, disse-lhe: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Porreiro, pá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Expressão que vai ficar para a História! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V8hvqTZAI/AAAAAAAAFVI/2-TOHeVtOtA/s1600-h/DSC04454b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144655068512084994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V8hvqTZAI/AAAAAAAAFVI/2-TOHeVtOtA/s320/DSC04454b.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mosteiro dos Jerónimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, expoente máximo do estilo manuelino, o gótico português, foi o local escolhido para a assinatura do Tratado de Lisboa, oficialmente designado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tratado Reformador da União Europeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo local, em 1985, Portugal assinou o tratado de Adesão à CEE - Comunidade Económica Europeia, nome pelo qual era conhecida a organização, desde a sua fundação em 1957. A mudança de nome ocorreu em 1992, com o Tratado de Mastricht, passando a partir de então a chamar-se União Europeia.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V-NfqTZHI/AAAAAAAAFWA/Yz2Gouf-09Y/s1600-h/DSC04624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144656919642989682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V-NfqTZHI/AAAAAAAAFWA/Yz2Gouf-09Y/s400/DSC04624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A assinatura do Tratado de Lisboa era a prioridade das &lt;a href="http://euroluso-essje.blogspot.com/2007/06/durante-estes-vinte-anos-e-em-dois.html"&gt;prioridades da presidência portuguesa&lt;/a&gt; da União Europeia, iniciada em Julho e em vigor até 31 de Dezembro, data a partir da qual, durante seis meses, a presidência vai ser ocupada pela Eslovénia.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2Wl0PqTZRI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/t5Ih_hfxsOw/s1600-h/DSC04588a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144700466316403986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2Wl0PqTZRI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/t5Ih_hfxsOw/s400/DSC04588a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À cerimónia de assinatura do tratado no Mosteiro dos Jerónimos só faltou o primeiro-ministro inglês. Especulou-se sobre o seu atraso, apontado-se diversas razões.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma interpretação pessoal. Partindo do princípio que o primeiro-ministro inglês se terá comportado como uma &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prima dona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; despeitada, o seu atraso deve-se a uma zanga com José Socrates por este não ter impedido a presença de &lt;strong&gt;Robert Mugabe&lt;/strong&gt;, presidente do Zimbabué, na cimeira da União Europeia com África, realizada em Lisboa alguns dias antes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147114869296948642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R245s_qTZaI/AAAAAAAAFYg/Lz17JZ_a8io/s320/DSC04483aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Presidente da República&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quis associar-se ao festejo da assinatura do Tratado de Lisboa convidando para &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;almoço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Museu dos Coches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as delegações dos 27 Estados membros da União Europeia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V_h_qTZMI/AAAAAAAAFWo/56SeNFsnfT0/s1600-h/DSC04459a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144658371341935810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V_h_qTZMI/AAAAAAAAFWo/56SeNFsnfT0/s200/DSC04459a.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V_h_qTZMI/AAAAAAAAFWo/56SeNFsnfT0/s1600-h/DSC04459a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Segundo os meios de comunicação social, a ementa era tipicamente portuguesa.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2WRUfqTZQI/AAAAAAAAFXI/A1KlJfv_3Xw/s1600-h/DSC04463aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144677930623001858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="293" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2WRUfqTZQI/AAAAAAAAFXI/A1KlJfv_3Xw/s320/DSC04463aa.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Da sobremesa faziam parte os famosos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pasteis de Belém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, regados com vinho do Porto, da safra de 1957, ano em que foi assinado o Tratado de Roma&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V-zfqTZJI/AAAAAAAAFWQ/_PhhVIk9gls/s1600-h/DSC04647a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144657572478018706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V-zfqTZJI/AAAAAAAAFWQ/_PhhVIk9gls/s400/DSC04647a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Caminhando para a recta final da presidência portuguesa da União Europeia pode dizer-se que as prioridades foram cumpridas. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R243AvqTZXI/AAAAAAAAFYI/ORQiHCGSABw/s1600-h/Logotipo_EUAFRICASUMMIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R244yfqTZYI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/2z3645IA6Vo/s1600-h/Logotipo_EUAFRICASUMMIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147113864274601346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R244yfqTZYI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/2z3645IA6Vo/s200/Logotipo_EUAFRICASUMMIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para além do Tratado de Lisboa foi realizada a Segunda Cimeira da União Europeia com o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;continente africano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e a primeira cimeira da União Europeia com o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cimeiras com a Rússia, Índia e China, assumindo Portugal o papel de ponte entre a Europa e outros continentes.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V-zPqTZII/AAAAAAAAFWI/B5_FdAFEEdw/s1600-h/DSC04635a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144657568183051394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V-zPqTZII/AAAAAAAAFWI/B5_FdAFEEdw/s400/DSC04635a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R242TPqTZVI/AAAAAAAAFX4/_ofWkdD3bEI/s1600-h/logo_tratadolx.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2WP0PqTZOI/AAAAAAAAFW4/ndvinM9TXsg/s1600-h/IdentidadeVisual02.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R245GPqTZZI/AAAAAAAAFYY/OKhbxkqfGs0/s1600-h/logo_tratadolx.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147114203577017746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R245GPqTZZI/AAAAAAAAFYY/OKhbxkqfGs0/s200/logo_tratadolx.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oroada de êxito a Presidência Portuguesa da União Europeia, cabe agora saber se o governo vai cumprir a promessa eleitoral de referendar o tratado ou se vai cumprir o acordo estabelecido entres os 27 Estados membros da UE para que o Tratado Reformador seja ratificado pelos parlamentos nacionais durante o ano de 2008 para entrar em vigor em Janeiro de 2009.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V_AfqTZKI/AAAAAAAAFWY/q2kFlIqsdV4/s1600-h/DSC04653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144657795816318114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2V_AfqTZKI/AAAAAAAAFWY/q2kFlIqsdV4/s320/DSC04653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não cumpre a promessa eleitoral de referendar o tratado, a oposição, em coro, vai chamá-lo de mentiroso. Se realiza o referendo o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tio &lt;/em&gt;Sarkozy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tia&lt;/em&gt; Angela Merkel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, os verdadeiros artífeces do tratado, entre outros mimos, vão chamá-lo de traidor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cá por mim só participo e voto sim no referendo se for vinculativo, caso contrário abstenho-me. Mas o governo vai safar-se bem, não vai realizar o referendo e ganhar as eleições em 2009.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144722194555954498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R2W5k_qTZUI/AAAAAAAAFXo/JCRuCLEWwBo/s320/DSC04436aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Esta e outras histórias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foram contadas pela Dra. Ana, excelente guia, com mestrado em História, que nos acompanhou durante toda a viagem.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R13GkpNeTxI/AAAAAAAAFQk/ii--H6NgMWA/s1600-h/DSC03817a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142484682366930706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R13GkpNeTxI/AAAAAAAAFQk/ii--H6NgMWA/s400/DSC03817a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Alunos e professores da Escola Secundária de São João do Estoril no PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viagem efectuada entre 26 de Novembro e 1 de Dezembro, em camioneta.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11S25NeSzI/AAAAAAAAFI4/9XQ4lRNYmmU/s1600-h/DSC03575a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142357452550720306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11S25NeSzI/AAAAAAAAFI4/9XQ4lRNYmmU/s200/DSC03575a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo de 36 horas de viagem, do Estoril a Bruxelas, foram feitas diversas paragens, para cumprimento da legislação comunitária. A camioneta saiu de São João do Estoril às 7,30 horas, tendo passado por Caldas da Raínha para apanhar um motorista e por Espinho, para alunos e professores da Escola Secundária Manuel Laranjeira seguirem connosco. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11TEZNeS0I/AAAAAAAAFJA/IIrLYYc25Uw/s1600-h/DSC03578a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142357684478954306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11TEZNeS0I/AAAAAAAAFJA/IIrLYYc25Uw/s400/DSC03578a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Aquae Flaviae, Cidade Termal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camioneta seguiu em direcção a Chaves, por auto-estrada. Na cidade transmontana, banhada pelo Tâmega, fez-se uma paragem de uma hora, dando tempo de almoçar a quem não levou sandes. Saída de Chaves por volta das 16h30 em direcção à fronteira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BURGOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R12C_5NeTuI/AAAAAAAAFQM/UEa7mt3Afk0/s1600-h/DSC03603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="213" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142410383727677154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R12C_5NeTuI/AAAAAAAAFQM/UEa7mt3Afk0/s200/DSC03603.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E o Caminho de Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já passava das 22h quando a camioneta chegou a Burgos. O frio era muito e o nevoeiro, intenso. Durante a paragem deu para conhecer exteriormente a catedral góticca, a mais imponente de Espanha.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11TXpNeS1I/AAAAAAAAFJI/gy62AlzpDd0/s1600-h/DSC03587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142358015191436114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11TXpNeS1I/AAAAAAAAFJI/gy62AlzpDd0/s400/DSC03587.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porta de Santiago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós, como os peregrinos do Caminho Francês que demadavam a Galiza, entrámos no centro histórico de Burgos pela imponente Porta de Santiago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11T7ZNeS3I/AAAAAAAAFJY/_LKnR8US-Zk/s1600-h/DSC03622+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142358629371759474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11T7ZNeS3I/AAAAAAAAFJY/_LKnR8US-Zk/s200/DSC03622+(2).jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Jantar com os eurodeputados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Restaurante português &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espace New Europe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11UIZNeS4I/AAAAAAAAFJg/CRq0Cif-iSw/s1600-h/DSC03629a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142358852710058882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11UIZNeS4I/AAAAAAAAFJg/CRq0Cif-iSw/s400/DSC03629a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11z1pNeToI/AAAAAAAAFPg/kI9h-vb7ALs/s1600-h/DSC03817a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Uq5NeS5I/AAAAAAAAFJo/sl2b85yh2B8/s1600-h/DSC03641a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142359445415545746" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Uq5NeS5I/AAAAAAAAFJo/sl2b85yh2B8/s400/DSC03641a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante o jantar o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;savoir être&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de alunos da ESSJE ficou demonstrado no diálogo cortês que mantiveram com os eurodeputados do PCP, Dr. Pedro Guerreiro e Dra. Ilda Figueiredo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11WaZNeS9I/AAAAAAAAFKI/f-qlEhrHF5g/s1600-h/DSC03666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142361360970959826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11WaZNeS9I/AAAAAAAAFKI/f-qlEhrHF5g/s200/DSC03666.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memorial de Breendonk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Ze5NeTEI/AAAAAAAAFLA/68o1nw5QSpU/s1600-h/DSC03669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142364736815254594" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Ze5NeTEI/AAAAAAAAFLA/68o1nw5QSpU/s400/DSC03669.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Ze5NeTEI/AAAAAAAAFLA/68o1nw5QSpU/s1600-h/DSC03669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11WaZNeS9I/AAAAAAAAFKI/f-qlEhrHF5g/s1600-h/DSC03666.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;strong&gt;10 de Dezembro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Dia Internacional dos Direitos do Homem&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11VdZNeS7I/AAAAAAAAFJ4/acdrfNwUoWw/s1600-h/DSC03746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142360312998939570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11VdZNeS7I/AAAAAAAAFJ4/acdrfNwUoWw/s400/DSC03746.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Parlamento Europeu&lt;a href="http://www.parleurop.pt/PortalWeb_Parlamento/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142362752540363746" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11XrZNeS-I/AAAAAAAAFKQ/m2HHTqEdYVg/s400/DSC03777a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É o maior parlamento multinacional do mundo. Os deputados falam nas suas próprias línguas nacionais. Estão organizados por afinidades políticas.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1185pNeTrI/AAAAAAAAFP4/OOHf6LhFLzc/s1600-h/DSC03795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142403679283728050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1185pNeTrI/AAAAAAAAFP4/OOHf6LhFLzc/s400/DSC03795.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os professores de Economia, História e Sociologia, da ESSJE, diante da sede do PE&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11XspNeTBI/AAAAAAAAFKo/lATWd8aEbcU/s1600-h/DSC03835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142362774015200274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11XspNeTBI/AAAAAAAAFKo/lATWd8aEbcU/s400/DSC03835.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessão de informação e debate no PE com os deputados anfitriões.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Z25NeTFI/AAAAAAAAFLI/ox0uW2eLDOk/s1600-h/DSC03840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142365149132115026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Z25NeTFI/AAAAAAAAFLI/ox0uW2eLDOk/s200/DSC03840.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Plenário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na altura em que estivémos no hemiciclo falava-se da Europa do Futuro. O orador era&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Zapatero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, chefe do governo espanhol. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1174pNeTpI/AAAAAAAAFPo/BxFhwIJEhI0/s1600-h/DSC03817bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142402562592231058" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1174pNeTpI/AAAAAAAAFPo/BxFhwIJEhI0/s400/DSC03817bb.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alunos e professores das escolas secundárias de São João do Estoril e de Espinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Grande Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R119r5NeTsI/AAAAAAAAFQA/JQDruU9kTno/s1600-h/DSC03880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142404542572154562" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R119r5NeTsI/AAAAAAAAFQA/JQDruU9kTno/s400/DSC03880.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É o coração de Bruxelas, a praça mais linda da cidade, rodeada de edifícios em estilo gótico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11a45NeTII/AAAAAAAAFLg/Un-rwuaJ7pc/s1600-h/DSC03873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="297" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142366283003481218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11a45NeTII/AAAAAAAAFLg/Un-rwuaJ7pc/s320/DSC03873.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 288px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 229px;" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Mannekin Piss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois da Grande Place é o monumento mais visitado pelos turistas. Quem esperava um grande monumento fica desiludido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="126" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142365784787274850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11ab5NeTGI/AAAAAAAAFLQ/YIcTDivsTAk/s200/DSC03892.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 234px;" width="191" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Moules à la marinière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi preciso vir cinco vezes a Bruxelas para descobrir que os mexilhões são um prato típico da cidade. São sempre visitas relâmpago! Espero cá voltar mais vezes e fazer novas descobertas. Bruxelas é uma cidade de que se gosta com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11bTpNeTJI/AAAAAAAAFLo/984VrCwFOsE/s1600-h/DSC03862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142366742564981906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11bTpNeTJI/AAAAAAAAFLo/984VrCwFOsE/s400/DSC03862.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate belga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt;! Os&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; gourmands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; passam-se!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Vc5NeS6I/AAAAAAAAFJw/llQL72Iqy48/s1600-h/DSC03649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142360304409004962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11Vc5NeS6I/AAAAAAAAFJw/llQL72Iqy48/s400/DSC03649.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11b2ZNeTKI/AAAAAAAAFLw/EQGrhpxwK-I/s1600-h/DSC03901a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="211" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142367339565436066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11b2ZNeTKI/AAAAAAAAFLw/EQGrhpxwK-I/s200/DSC03901a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 232px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 171px;" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Fronteira franco-belga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mercado sem fronteiras? A teoria e a prática nem sempre são coincidentes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11ch5NeTMI/AAAAAAAAFMA/NDLdk1ic3_c/s1600-h/DSC03931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142368086889745602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11ch5NeTMI/AAAAAAAAFMA/NDLdk1ic3_c/s400/DSC03931.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11dhJNeTOI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/09ZQmZ1XLDM/s1600-h/DSC03977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142369173516471522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11dhJNeTOI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/09ZQmZ1XLDM/s200/DSC03977.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Paris by Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade-luz encanta a qualquer hora do dia e do ano&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11fNJNeTPI/AAAAAAAAFMY/BME33Fw0Ldc/s1600-h/DSC04009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142371028942343410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11fNJNeTPI/AAAAAAAAFMY/BME33Fw0Ldc/s400/DSC04009.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11fNpNeTQI/AAAAAAAAFMg/85SjUJ6Tec4/s1600-h/DSC04041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142371037532278018" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11fNpNeTQI/AAAAAAAAFMg/85SjUJ6Tec4/s400/DSC04041.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Jardim das Tulherias&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11ifpNeTXI/AAAAAAAAFNY/yrcGSEUHB44/s1600-h/DSC04053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142374645304806770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11ifpNeTXI/AAAAAAAAFNY/yrcGSEUHB44/s400/DSC04053.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Pirâmide do Louvre&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11fRJNeTRI/AAAAAAAAFMo/Xuiqt8M6qio/s1600-h/DSC04079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142371097661820178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11fRJNeTRI/AAAAAAAAFMo/Xuiqt8M6qio/s400/DSC04079.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11h45NeTWI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/HoJjXLmlTwY/s1600-h/DSC04100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142373979584875874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11h45NeTWI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/HoJjXLmlTwY/s200/DSC04100.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Praça do Centro de Arte Moderna Georges Pompidou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11geZNeTUI/AAAAAAAAFNA/GAqWIaPWCUc/s1600-h/DSC04103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142372424806714690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11geZNeTUI/AAAAAAAAFNA/GAqWIaPWCUc/s400/DSC04103.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Abraços de borla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ana Teresa e a Larissa não resistiram à oferta e quiseram experimentar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142413119621844722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R12FfJNeTvI/AAAAAAAAFQU/n9f53xIRSUE/s200/DSC04162.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;64 anos depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Flores, para que da memória dos homens não se apague a ocupação de Paris durante a II Guerra Mundial e aqueles que morreram pela sua libertação&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11jfZNeTaI/AAAAAAAAFNw/ewx3TTRG3GI/s1600-h/DSC04192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142375740521467298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11jfZNeTaI/AAAAAAAAFNw/ewx3TTRG3GI/s200/DSC04192.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;O Triunfo do Gótico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catedral de Notre Dame e Torre de Saint Jacques, de onde, na Idade Média, os peregrinos partiam em peregrinação até Santiago de Compostela&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11fRpNeTSI/AAAAAAAAFMw/o9ItPBATDy4/s1600-h/DSC04138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142371106251754786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11fRpNeTSI/AAAAAAAAFMw/o9ItPBATDy4/s400/DSC04138.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&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;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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11kOJNeTbI/AAAAAAAAFN4/0zvRTWBtJpY/s1600-h/DSC04203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142376543680351666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11kOJNeTbI/AAAAAAAAFN4/0zvRTWBtJpY/s200/DSC04203.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hall do hotel à espera do regresso a Portugal&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142376968882113986" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11km5NeTcI/AAAAAAAAFOA/vEi1FFJthvo/s320/DSC04214.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11qApNeTjI/AAAAAAAAFO4/8oN_jKZ58XE/s1600-h/DSC04225b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142382908821884466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11qApNeTjI/AAAAAAAAFO4/8oN_jKZ58XE/s400/DSC04225b.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A viagem aproxima-se do fim. Há quem durma, quem troque emails, quem toque e quem cante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142414038744846082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R12GUpNeTwI/AAAAAAAAFQc/kszXxrCeRy8/s200/DSC04212b.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;Chegamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Esta é a ditosa Pátria minha amada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11orpNeTgI/AAAAAAAAFOg/PRt1z1wObto/s1600-h/DSC04228a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142381448533003778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11orpNeTgI/AAAAAAAAFOg/PRt1z1wObto/s200/DSC04228a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11orZNeTeI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/y72TX2ijB8w/s1600-h/DSC03712a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="185" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142381444238036450" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11orZNeTeI/AAAAAAAAFOQ/y72TX2ijB8w/s200/DSC03712a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 157px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 158px;" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dra. Ana, Diana e motoristas, companheiros de viagem. A eles, obrigado pelo que fizeram, dentro das suas funções, para que a viagem decorresse com elevado nível pedagógico, serenidade e segurança.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11orpNeTfI/AAAAAAAAFOY/1zRT9akguJQ/s1600-h/DSC04219a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="140" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142381448533003762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11orpNeTfI/AAAAAAAAFOY/1zRT9akguJQ/s200/DSC04219a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 128px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 181px;" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11osJNeThI/AAAAAAAAFOo/Muq_Kd7g0kI/s1600-h/DSC04241a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="142" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142381457122938386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11osJNeThI/AAAAAAAAFOo/Muq_Kd7g0kI/s200/DSC04241a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 131px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 171px;" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11orJNeTdI/AAAAAAAAFOI/K7FdTx-U5wk/s1600-h/DSC03694a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="189" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142381439943069138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11orJNeTdI/AAAAAAAAFOI/K7FdTx-U5wk/s200/DSC03694a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 177px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 174px;" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11pCJNeTiI/AAAAAAAAFOw/MZ1SbI8X0Oc/s1600-h/DSC04238a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="180" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142381835080060450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11pCJNeTiI/AAAAAAAAFOw/MZ1SbI8X0Oc/s200/DSC04238a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até sempre colegas de &lt;a href="http://codigo430.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;Espinho!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11qA5NeTkI/AAAAAAAAFPA/bW84bIBUFN4/s1600-h/DSC04237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142382913116851778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11qA5NeTkI/AAAAAAAAFPA/bW84bIBUFN4/s400/DSC04237.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11qA5NeTkI/AAAAAAAAFPA/bW84bIBUFN4/s1600-h/DSC04237.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Chegada em Espinho&lt;a href="http://codigo430.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142384214491942482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R11rMpNeTlI/AAAAAAAAFPI/KFOQeo7BWzo/s400/DSC04229.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Quem ultrapassar este limite será fuzilado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sempre pensei que um espaço podia ser feliz, triste, melancólico, activo, irritante, conforme o nosso estado de espírito. Sempre pensei que os espaços não tinham vida, que éramos nós, seres humanos, que lha dávamos, despertando-nos sensações ao conhecê-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Sv_O7keUI/AAAAAAAAFE4/SHeVdTKmUiY/s1600-R/DSC03748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139926575611148610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Sv_O7keUI/AAAAAAAAFE4/NBoKyynR5h0/s400/DSC03748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dia 27 de Novembro, ao visitar o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.breendonk.be/"&gt;campo de concentração de Breendonk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, descobri que estava errada. Minutos antes de entrar sentia-me alegre, bem disposta, contente com a vida, com a viagem, com a humanidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Stbe7keNI/AAAAAAAAFEA/X0P_qZjlFXA/s1600-R/DSC03674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139923762407569618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Stbe7keNI/AAAAAAAAFEA/29IhJzRYUsU/s400/DSC03674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confesso que achei que a visita ao campo de concentração me seria completamente indiferente. Ia passar-me ao lado, como tantas outras coisas desinteressantes que nos acontecem. Mais uma vez, estava errada. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Stb-7keOI/AAAAAAAAFEI/z8fhNcdAsjU/s1600-R/DSC03681+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139923770997504226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Stb-7keOI/AAAAAAAAFEI/tv_fyhuUeQk/s400/DSC03681+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mal entrámos e nos pediram silêncio, jorraram emoções fortes do chão, do tecto, das paredes, daquele lugar que passou de desconhecido a familiarmente assustador. Nunca tinha aberto tanto os olhos e feito um esforço tão grande para não fugir imediatamente. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Sv-u7keSI/AAAAAAAAFEo/cKjRtYVdhaQ/s1600-R/DSC03735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139926567021213986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Sv-u7keSI/AAAAAAAAFEo/CFD79tEZsNo/s400/DSC03735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fomos andando e o desconforto aumentava cada vez mais. A crueldade e o terror eram visíveis. O espaço minúsculo a que os reclusos estavam confinados, o ar pesado, o ambiente mórbido e a pouca luz, juntamente com as descrições do horror que ali tinha sido vivido foram avassaladoras. Custava-me pensar que, até àquele dia, nunca tinha tido uma noção tão perfeita da realidade nazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Sv--7keTI/AAAAAAAAFEw/c4KSy0IsaNE/s1600-R/DSC03685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139926571316181298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Sv--7keTI/AAAAAAAAFEw/yd5PnuWdDHI/s400/DSC03685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Professores, alunos, e outros visitantes respeitavam o local, parecendo lidar bem com o facto de estarem num lugar onde jovens, velhos, inocentes foram torturados e mortos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1S6yu7keWI/AAAAAAAAFFI/Tipp_gzyIGQ/s1600-R/DSC03691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139938455490689378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1S6yu7keWI/AAAAAAAAFFI/wvvais-CGdU/s400/DSC03691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu queria mesmo fugir e de preferência, nunca mais lá voltar. A sala da tortura não foi tão assustadora quanto a descrição do que se tinha ali passado. A minha revolta e compaixão pelos que sofreram sem ter culpa, aumentava. Estava a ficar demasiado emocionada. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Stc-7keQI/AAAAAAAAFEY/qled639WKZY/s1600-R/DSC03715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139923788177373442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Stc-7keQI/AAAAAAAAFEY/NVU8CWFga3Y/s400/DSC03715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As palavras e descrições ecoavam no meu cérebro como um grito de socorro de alguém que chama directamente por nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1S6zO7keXI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/_XS8kAEnqr8/s1600-R/DSC03709aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139938464080623986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1S6zO7keXI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/8zz5SCa3qn8/s400/DSC03709aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como se pode perceber, aquela visita perturbou-me. Não se me apagava da memória, tornou-me mais consciente. Talvez se pense que exagero. Para alguns, não terá passado de uma visita a um lugar histórico.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Sv_u7keVI/AAAAAAAAFFA/letxRc26vK4/s1600-R/DSC03750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139926584201083218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1Sv_u7keVI/AAAAAAAAFFA/LvWbY5vD1HQ/s400/DSC03750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Para mim foi uma mistura de sensações estranhas que não vou esquecer… &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1StdO7keRI/AAAAAAAAFEg/dqVsJSTCI_Q/s1600-R/DSC03726a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139923792472340754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1StdO7keRI/AAAAAAAAFEg/AJLUMy7d0Ro/s400/DSC03726a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;... a paz é a coisa mais importante que um ser humano pode pedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marta Rêgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;02/12/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R1StcO7kePI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/64vq6gZf5uk/s1600-R/DSC03685.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0nO8DJLA9I/AAAAAAAAFDo/jpepdZYnpds/s200/DSC02094aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estes são os alunos de Sociologia que escolhi para levar comigo ao coração da democracia europeia, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parleurop.pt/PortalWeb_Parlamento/"&gt;Parlamento Europeu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bruxelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, de 26 de Novembro a 1 de Dezembro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas o grupo é mais numeroso; é constituído por 22 alunos de diversas turmas e três professores da ESSJE e por outro grupo da Escola Secundária Manuel Laranjeiro, de Espinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VP3qFVPvI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/RT0_n4VMSYw/s1600-h/DSC02155b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135598767693971186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="131" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VP3qFVPvI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/RT0_n4VMSYw/s200/DSC02155b.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VP3aFVPuI/AAAAAAAAFDI/4vRrmqKwy7A/s1600-h/DSC02155aaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135598763399003874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="115" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VP3aFVPuI/AAAAAAAAFDI/4vRrmqKwy7A/s200/DSC02155aaaaa.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VP26FVPtI/AAAAAAAAFDA/k0v9GV9juIM/s1600-h/DSC02096aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135598754809069266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="148" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VP26FVPtI/AAAAAAAAFDA/k0v9GV9juIM/s200/DSC02096aa.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VL16FVPnI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/noRkPbOIxAU/s1600-h/18+-+Marta+Rego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594339582688882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VL16FVPnI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/noRkPbOIxAU/s200/18+-+Marta+Rego.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A viagem ao Parlamento Europeu é feita a convite do eurodeputado do PCP, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.europarl.europa.eu/members/public/geoSearch/view.do?country=PT&amp;amp;partNumber=1&amp;amp;language=PT&amp;amp;id=31123"&gt;Dr. Pedro Guerreiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. O convite surgiu na sequência de contactos que tive com instituições europeias e grupos parlamentares europeus.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VP36FVPwI/AAAAAAAAFDY/alupEoTffaI/s1600-h/DSC02097aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135598771988938498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="149" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VP36FVPwI/AAAAAAAAFDY/alupEoTffaI/s200/DSC02097aa.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Durante a estadia na Bélgica está prevista uma visita ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;campo de concentração de Breendonk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, construído durante a II Guerra Mundial, que já conheço de viagem anterior ao Parlamento Europeu, com outro grupo de alunos e professores de Clubes Europeus. Acho importante os jovens fazerem essa visita a Brendonk para perceberem bem a importância de a Europa viver em paz e unida, sem racismo e xenofobia.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VL16FVPpI/AAAAAAAAFCg/hO0xVE23YtI/s1600-h/26+-+Joana+Bernardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594339582688914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VL16FVPpI/AAAAAAAAFCg/hO0xVE23YtI/s200/26+-+Joana+Bernardo.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VL16FVPoI/AAAAAAAAFCY/YlpZA5GpInM/s1600-h/20+-+Miguel+Santos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594339582688898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="174" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VL16FVPoI/AAAAAAAAFCY/YlpZA5GpInM/s200/20+-+Miguel+Santos.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A viagem é feita em camioneta. Vai ser cansativa mas os alunos estão entusiamados.&lt;br /&gt;À ida há uma paragem em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Burgos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e no regresso, faz-se estadia de um dia em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nas duas cidades os alunos irão contactar com um dos &lt;strong&gt;Caminhos Culturais Europeus&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Caminho de Santiago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As rotas dos peregrinos contribuiram para a formação da cultura europeia e para cimentar uma unidade cultural cultural da Europa e, nós, professores acompanhantes, pretendemos que eles percebam a importância desse contributo para a formação da Europa Unida na diversidade de nações e línguas.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VLR6FVPmI/AAAAAAAAFCI/hekK1Ibq8NQ/s1600-h/Ioana+Draghici.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135593721107398242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VLR6FVPmI/AAAAAAAAFCI/hekK1Ibq8NQ/s200/Ioana+Draghici.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VLR6FVPlI/AAAAAAAAFCA/dYhbfwsHKnc/s1600-h/25+-+Sofia+Luis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135593721107398226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VLR6FVPlI/AAAAAAAAFCA/dYhbfwsHKnc/s200/25+-+Sofia+Luis.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VLRKFVPiI/AAAAAAAAFBo/Qib7ALY4awA/s1600-h/1+-+A+Teresa+Nunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135593708222496290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VLRKFVPiI/AAAAAAAAFBo/Qib7ALY4awA/s200/1+-+A+Teresa+Nunes.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do grupo de alunos que vão ao Parlamento Europeu em Bruxelas fazem parte &lt;strong&gt;alunos estrangeiros&lt;/strong&gt; a estudar na ESSJE, evidenciando uma realidade nova, a &lt;strong&gt;diversidade nacional&lt;/strong&gt; nas escolas e ilustrando o grau de &lt;strong&gt;integração&lt;/strong&gt; desses alunos na cultura portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0VLRaFVPjI/AAAAAAAAFBw/wSUKd3fAKvA/s1600-h/11+-+JoÃ£o+Rocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;{
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Como um azar nunca vem só, o assador de barro partiu-se! Para remediar a situação, utilizou-se um tabuleiro de alumínio, emprestado pela Dona Maria do Carmo, chefe da cantina. A partir daí, durante mais de três horas, foi só assar castanhas, sem parar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8hf8r6UaI/AAAAAAAAE9U/hAQeHSnlvbo/s1600-h/DSC03238a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133858932975620514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8hf8r6UaI/AAAAAAAAE9U/hAQeHSnlvbo/s400/DSC03238a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8hf8r6UaI/AAAAAAAAE9U/hAQeHSnlvbo/s1600-h/DSC03238a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raínha do Magusto&lt;br /&gt;Estou de partida, espero eu. Fica a Fernandinha, professora de Geografia e com muita genica. Acredito que com ela na escola os magustos vão ter continuidade e ganhar um colorido mais urbano, à moda do Estoril.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8WF8r6UBI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/XuYSoItiYSE/s1600-h/DSC03284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846391671115794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8WF8r6UBI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/XuYSoItiYSE/s400/DSC03284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div align="justify"&gt;Convívio, num dia ensolarado, à volta do lume e a pretexto das castanhas assadas.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8cF8r6URI/AAAAAAAAE8M/G8Rqy01yIO8/s1600-h/DSC03218a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133852988740882706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8cF8r6URI/AAAAAAAAE8M/G8Rqy01yIO8/s400/DSC03218a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alunos voluntariosos e participativos. Cortaram castanhas e até espigas de milho assaram! Noto que estão mais soltos que no passado. Antigamente nem sabiam o que era um magusto! Agora, a festa já é deles, seguindo a tendência dos citadinos fazerem suas festas originalmente rurais.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8eOMr6UXI/AAAAAAAAE88/R-jGwvl6cY0/s1600-h/DSC03272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133855329498059122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8eOMr6UXI/AAAAAAAAE88/R-jGwvl6cY0/s400/DSC03272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;p align="justify"&gt;Campeã!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7OXsr6TlI/AAAAAAAAE24/r4zsNuuttcs/s1600-h/DSC03228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133767531776593490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7OXsr6TlI/AAAAAAAAE24/r4zsNuuttcs/s400/DSC03228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cortou muita castanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aula ao ar livre Texto de apoio nas mãos sobre a Lenda de São Martinho e a produção de castanha em Portuga&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0F7hKFVPEI/AAAAAAAAE98/REjCRT1SErA/s1600-h/DSC06926a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134520859751693378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0F7hKFVPEI/AAAAAAAAE98/REjCRT1SErA/s400/DSC06926a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professora Lurdes Valbom com grupo de alunos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XW8r6UEI/AAAAAAAAE6w/NFSgDkDQZwM/s1600-h/DSC03236a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133847783240519746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XW8r6UEI/AAAAAAAAE6w/NFSgDkDQZwM/s400/DSC03236a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XWsr6UDI/AAAAAAAAE6o/M9vkbpspD7c/s1600-h/DSC03222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XWsr6UDI/AAAAAAAAE6o/M9vkbpspD7c/s1600-h/DSC03222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XWsr6UDI/AAAAAAAAE6o/M9vkbpspD7c/s1600-h/DSC03222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8cGMr6USI/AAAAAAAAE8U/aztPeiuPfY8/s1600-h/DSC03257a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spg.sapo.pt/XdQ/426333.html"&gt;Castanhas e gastronomia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À falta de jeropiga, por imposição legal, bebem-se sumos e saboreia-se bolo de castanhas.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133844961447006178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8Uysr6T-I/AAAAAAAAE6A/3awLHxlCroQ/s400/DSC03239.jpg" border="0" /&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8X-cr6ULI/AAAAAAAAE7c/Qj90aicY4ZA/s1600-h/DSC03266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133848461845352626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8X-cr6ULI/AAAAAAAAE7c/Qj90aicY4ZA/s400/DSC03266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A estalar na brasa! Quentinhas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz9IT8r6UbI/AAAAAAAAE9c/_1Ajw9YGAJo/s1600-h/DSC03257a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133901607770673586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz9IT8r6UbI/AAAAAAAAE9c/_1Ajw9YGAJo/s400/DSC03257a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz9IT8r6UbI/AAAAAAAAE9c/_1Ajw9YGAJo/s1600-h/DSC03257a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz9IT8r6UbI/AAAAAAAAE9c/_1Ajw9YGAJo/s1600-h/DSC03257a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8X-cr6ULI/AAAAAAAAE7c/Qj90aicY4ZA/s1600-h/DSC03266.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XYsr6UJI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/lUMfb4dviYs/s1600-h/DSC03297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133847813305290898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XYsr6UJI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/lUMfb4dviYs/s400/DSC03297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz9IT8r6UbI/AAAAAAAAE9c/_1Ajw9YGAJo/s1600-h/DSC03257a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meninos à volta da fogueira!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8WFMr6UAI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/nTyX8xB2Xe4/s1600-h/DSC03245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846378786213890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8WFMr6UAI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/nTyX8xB2Xe4/s400/DSC03245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8VNcr6T_I/AAAAAAAAE6I/I99MFpK4fwg/s1600-h/DSC03272a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professora Maria Manuel passando&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Mensagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As armas e os barões assinalados&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8UyMr6T8I/AAAAAAAAE5w/2iRSFzy6gqk/s1600-h/DSC03247a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133844952857071554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8UyMr6T8I/AAAAAAAAE5w/2iRSFzy6gqk/s400/DSC03247a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A turma das ciências&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8Uycr6T9I/AAAAAAAAE54/Xm8U_dRAVrE/s1600-h/DSC03261a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133844957152038866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8Uycr6T9I/AAAAAAAAE54/Xm8U_dRAVrE/s400/DSC03261a.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mais castanhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nunca tantos alunos trouxeram tantas!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7PYsr6TrI/AAAAAAAAE3o/l4s4SNRXOW0/s1600-h/DSC03294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133768648468090546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7PYsr6TrI/AAAAAAAAE3o/l4s4SNRXOW0/s400/DSC03294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8Tecr6T3I/AAAAAAAAE5I/EiUS2pjIrO4/s1600-h/DSC03218a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8TfMr6T4I/AAAAAAAAE5Q/AdHSNhvcirM/s1600-h/DSC03276a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8Tfcr6T5I/AAAAAAAAE5Y/fzC8uXia-ks/s1600-h/DSC03306.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meus alunos de Sociologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só trouxeram castanhas como ajudaram a cortá-las à moda de Trás-os-Montes!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XWsr6UDI/AAAAAAAAE6o/M9vkbpspD7c/s1600-h/DSC03222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133847778945552434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8XWsr6UDI/AAAAAAAAE6o/M9vkbpspD7c/s400/DSC03222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7h-sr6T0I/AAAAAAAAE4w/VGFW7DpD9WA/s1600-h/DSC03306.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7PY8r6TsI/AAAAAAAAE3w/mr8wFGxEZKY/s1600-h/DSC03218a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7h_Mr6T1I/AAAAAAAAE44/ZQuz6XJhfOs/s1600-h/DSC03294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A professora de Inglês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Clarinha, é assim que a minha mulher a chama desde que a conheceu no Liceu de Oeiras, é uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;habituée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Voltou a não faltar, trazendo ainda os seus alunos e castanhas. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7CoMr6TkI/AAAAAAAAE2w/eQBsmTRnp7k/s1600-h/DSC03267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133754621104901698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7CoMr6TkI/AAAAAAAAE2w/eQBsmTRnp7k/s400/DSC03267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz7gd8r6TwI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/WgbEZ9_cM1U/s1600-h/DSC03222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0F9U6FVPFI/AAAAAAAAE-E/5oV7C4gmUfA/s1600-h/DSC06924a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134522848321551442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/R0F9U6FVPFI/AAAAAAAAE-E/5oV7C4gmUfA/s400/DSC06924a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A iniciativa do magusto, de alguns professores do Departamento de Ciências Sociais, foi aberta a quem aparecesse.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8WGMr6UCI/AAAAAAAAE6g/jgNfa5RueG8/s1600-h/DSC03299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846395966083106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8WGMr6UCI/AAAAAAAAE6g/jgNfa5RueG8/s400/DSC03299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pelo magusto passaram duas dezenas de professores, alguns com turmas inteiras.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz-Iecr6UeI/AAAAAAAAE90/mcXuC7TzWUI/s1600-h/DSC03301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133972156903477730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz-Iecr6UeI/AAAAAAAAE90/mcXuC7TzWUI/s400/DSC03301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É fixe, é &lt;em&gt;fashion&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Colegas Cristina e Maria de Lurdes. De 26 de Novembro a 1 de Dezembro vão ser companheiras de viagem ao Parlamento Europeu, em Bruxelas.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8Ye8r6UMI/AAAAAAAAE7k/9SWuJN-cUOE/s1600-h/DSC03279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133849020191101122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Rz8Ye8r6UMI/AAAAAAAAE7k/9SWuJN-cUOE/s320/DSC03279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc3
