O Principezinho

Trabalho sobre "O Principezinho" de Saint Exupéry, realizado durante o 3.º período, para a disciplina de Português, no âmbito do E@D, pelas alunas Beatriz Reis e Beatriz Rodrigues, com o apoio dos colegas Bruna Silva e Guilherme Barbosa, todos alunos do 9.º F.

Sesame Street - George Benson - The Greatest Love of All (1982)

Luciano Pavarotti e George Benson "the greatest love of all"

Les Feuilles Mortes_Yves Montand à l´Olympia

Oh je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes Des jours heureux où nous étions amis En ce temps là, la vie était plus belle Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle Tu vois je n'ai pas oublié Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi Et le vent du nord les emportet Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié La chanson que tu me chantais C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble Toi tu m'aimais, et je t'aimais Et nous vivions tout les deux ensemble Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment Tout doucement sans faire de bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable Le pas des amants désunis C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble Toi tu m'aimais et je t'aimais Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble Toi qui m'aimait, moi qui t'aimais Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aime Tout doucement sans faire de bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable Le pas des amants désunis.

Yusuf / Cat Stevens - Where Do The Children Play?

Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train
Switch on summer from a slot machine
Yes, get what you want to if you want
Cause you can get anything

I know we've come a long way
We're changing day to day
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas
And you make them long, and you make them tough
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off

Oh, I know we've come a long way
We're changing day to day
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air
But…

Biblioteca da Regedoura - Uma biblioteca com vida

Regedoura, "Uma Biblioteca com vida"

Uma viagem que encheu corações,  A continuar...

Equipa da biblioteca da Regedoura

                                                                CLICA AQUI                               

Para a família e amigos do Miguel

Paz Traz Paz

Paz traz paz

«Como as guerras começam nas mentes dos homens, é nas mentes dos homens que se devem construir as defesas da Paz.” (Ato Constitutivo da UNESCO).

Partindo deste princípio, o poema "Paz traz paz", de Afonso Cruz, foi explorado pelo 7.º G nas aulas de Cidadania e Desenvolvimento; em TIC, os alunos aplicaram conhecimentos de edição de vídeo e criaram os seus próprios filmes.

E assim, da aliança entre Literatura e Tecnologia, resultaram mensagens de paz.

Fica aqui um desses trabalhos do aluno Manuel Jesus 

Loreena McKennitt - Mummer's Dance (Danças de lobos)

Lyrics:

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair When owls call the breathless moon In the blue veil of the night The shadows of the trees appear Amidst the lantern light We've been rambling all the night And some time of this day Now returning back again we bring a garland gay Who will go down to those shady groves And summon the shadows there And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms In the springtime of the year The songs of birds seem to fill the wood That when the fiddler plays All their voices can be heard Long past their woodland days We've been rambling all the night And some time of this day Now returning back again we bring a garland gay And so they linked their hands and danced Round in circles and in rows And so the journey of the night descends When all the shades are gone "A garland gay we bring you here And at your door we stand It is a sprout well budded out The work of Our Lord's hand" We've been rambling all the night And some time of this day Now returning back again we bring a garland gay