Un poème de Maurice Carême

 

Thesaurus strikes again :)

 

Poor Triassic :)

 

Dia de África, e A Surpresa de Handa

Por via da Letra Pequena:


“A Surpresa de Handa” (texto e ilustração: Eileen Browne; tradução: José Oliveira; Edição: Editorial Caminho).
Audiolivro: Vozes de Rita Pimenta, Leonor Sousa, Nuno Sá Lourenço. Montagem sonora, Sandra Oliveira e Nuno Sá Lourenço.

Boredom

The Lion King - in Zulu

Grammar Poetry :)

(a) History of Religion - spot on, or the art of Paul Kinsella

International Children's Book Day 2019

Não gosto do cartaz português :(

Books help us slow down

I’m in a hurry! ... I don’t have time! ... Good-bye! ... We hear words like that almost every day, not only in Lithuania, which is in the very centre of Europe, but in many other places of the world. No less frequently do we hear that we live in the age of information overload, haste and rush.

But if you take a book into your hands, you immediately feel a change. It seems that books have this wonderful quality – they help us slow down. As soon as you open a book and delve into its tranquil depths, you no longer fear that things will whizz by at a maddening speed while you see nothing. All of a sudden, you come to believe you don’t have to dash off like a bat out of hell to do some urgent work of little importance. In books, things happen quietly and in a precisely arranged order. Maybe because their pages are numbered, maybe because the pages rustle gently and soothingly as you leaf through them. In books, events of the past calmly meet events that are yet to come.

The universe of a book is wide open; it happily fuses reality with imagination and fantasy. And sometimes you wonder if it was in a book or in life that you noticed how beautifully the drops of thawing snow drip from the roof, or how pleasing to the eye is the neighbour’s wall overgrown with moss. Do you know from a book or from reality that rowan berries are not only beautiful, but also bitter? Was it in a book or in reality that you were lying in the summer grass, or sitting with your legs crossed, watching clouds sail across the sky?

Books help us not to rush, books teach us to notice things, and books invite us or even make us sit down for a while. We usually read sitting, with a book on our desk or in our hands, don’t we?

And haven’t you experienced another miracle – that when you read a book, the book reads you?Yes, of course, books can read. They read your forehead, eyebrows, the corners of your lips as they rise and fall, but, first and foremost, books read your eyes. And looking into your eyes, they see... Well, you know what!

I am sure that books are never bored when they are in your hands. Someone who enjoys reading – be it a child or adult – is much more interesting than someone who doesn’t care for books, who is always racing against the clock, who never has time to sit down, who fails to notice much of what surrounds them.

On the International Childrenʼs Book Day, my wish to all of us is:
Let there be interesting books for readers and interesting readers for books!

Written and illustrated by Kęstutis Kasparavičius, message translated from Lithiuanian by Daina Valentinavičienė

The Worst Alphabet Book Ever

Found on BoingBoing

What's your dinosaur name?

Courtesy of the very dynamic and very alive Arizona Museum of Natural History :)

Palavras sábias da professora primária:


A compensação...
-- Oh professora, não fiz o texto mas trouxe um livro de rimas que encontrei. 

Autor: aluno astuto.

A VELHA DA GATA E A GATA DA VELHA - Tóssan

Uma velha tinha um gato
e o gato tinha uma velha
mas o gato que a velha tinha
tinha a tinha que tinha a velha.
E não era gato, era gata.
A velha da gata
de velha que era,
sofria da telha ou da pinha
e a gata da velha, de tão velha,
já era velhinha.
A velha, de velha, já andava de gatas
e a gata já andava de velhas.
Quando a velha andava de gatas
parecia a gata da velha,
e como a velha dobrava a espinha
a gata queria comer a espinha da velha.
Tudo pela gata ter tinha
e a velha sofrer da pinha.
Quando a gata chorava,
a velha miava.
Ficava sem se saber
qual era a gata ou qual era a velha
que debaixo da cama vinha,
em cima da cama estava,
debaixo da cama dormia,
e por cima ressonava.
A velha tinha fôlego de gata!
E junto à cabeceira
a gaita de foles estava.
Quando a velha gaiteia
tocava na velha gaita,
chorava a gata da velha
por causa dos foles da gaita.
A velha que tinha gôta
caiu no goto da gata
morrendo a gata de gôta,
ficando a velha gótica
sem gôta e sem gata.
Mas como ainda tinha tinha
e sobria da velha telha,
juntou-se a tinha na pinha
e morreu careca a velha.

As Queridas Bibliotecas de José Fanha

6 - Six / Seis - 6

Poema de Ana Caneiras

- ing!

Pint-sized goodbyes, love it :)

And ...
"Peace out, Brussel sprout."
"Scoot your bootie, little cutie."

Cartas ao Pai Natal / Letters to Santa Claus / Écrire au Père Noël

Em Portugal e em português, escrever uma cartinha e endereçar ao

Pai Natal dos CTT
Polo Norte

Não precisa de selo :)

For the international Santa Claus, and you can write in whatever language, address your letter with international postage, to:

Santa Claus
Santa Claus Main Post Office
FI - 96930
Arctic Circle

Pour écrire au Père Noël, faites-le en français en ligne: http://www.laposte.fr/pere-noel/
N'oubliez pas d'introduire votre code postal sans trait d'union (2000265, par exemple).
Et voilà, c'est parti :)

Dia da Criança 2015

Dia da Mãe 2015

The Pterodactyl Family :)

From the ever fabulous Rhymes With Orange