tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114423171909026602024-03-07T03:34:07.820+00:00TeatricesSe o Mundo é um palco, tudo o que dizemos e pensamos são TEATRICES...Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.comBlogger358125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-91638516890968535132024-01-02T21:41:00.000+00:002024-01-02T21:41:13.823+00:00Ensaio costumeiro...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQLFPjFJBah1fYb1T8QkkeMU_BX9VGPDD46bxkIfog1qU2XRprtsJ7bBMQRAkg7DZIFfXrITpBbdLbJ1onCzVDoOXhUkJJ9KdrtbNHsL2yeT3WlGOn8JQfK5KvNxBI2BwqBia32SuEaIlDDu0KYqKe8S0EUqexRPsjSIRKZ0Xp8B8ybOXu9ahw6A1iew/s1600/022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQLFPjFJBah1fYb1T8QkkeMU_BX9VGPDD46bxkIfog1qU2XRprtsJ7bBMQRAkg7DZIFfXrITpBbdLbJ1onCzVDoOXhUkJJ9KdrtbNHsL2yeT3WlGOn8JQfK5KvNxBI2BwqBia32SuEaIlDDu0KYqKe8S0EUqexRPsjSIRKZ0Xp8B8ybOXu9ahw6A1iew/w300-h400/022.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span> <b><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: verdana;">Um novo ano, ou outro ano, ou mais um dia a cumprir, seja o que for é sempre um bom tema de escrita.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: verdana;"><span> </span>Há quem faça promessas de mudança, existe também quem goste de recordar os momentos mais marcantes do ano que termina. Particularmente, não sirvo de exemplo aos apologistas dos fogos de artifícios que consomem os céus. Não gosto da época, nem sei bem porquê, ainda para mais porque me dá vontade de verter as minhas salgadas e quentes lágrimas. Aprecio aquela última noite, naquele último minuto, engasgado com as passas, doze, de desejos sempre repetidos e nunca realizados, em que choro só porque me apetece. É esse o meu principal desejo, limpar os sacos das agruras dos dias, das alegrias repartidas, das tristezas renovadas. Sentir o raiar líquido do sentimento.<br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: verdana;"><span> </span>Cansa-me recomeçar todos os anos. Prefiro a continuidade de mim.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-13485981455982258072023-08-12T12:48:00.003+01:002023-09-04T17:53:33.136+01:00Azul e verde<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRVmrvCA0krib89is6UdgkSG7n-svYIaVD7p9IVumyw1Lt60g3DXy5-bt-ktxiJ4ZeuEO3AU6K6vZXyXimb8Q8jvgsIvRStaN_GsAZgPHcUkss6Dky3Q_IOKwNjvWpPDXDP14sC9r_UjJ5HCKX-o9FM3uv43JkUbOL3s-Dm5Pua2TkbEJ4wXJqazMqSE/s2048/367401112_10222546949085870_5571087038463646769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRVmrvCA0krib89is6UdgkSG7n-svYIaVD7p9IVumyw1Lt60g3DXy5-bt-ktxiJ4ZeuEO3AU6K6vZXyXimb8Q8jvgsIvRStaN_GsAZgPHcUkss6Dky3Q_IOKwNjvWpPDXDP14sC9r_UjJ5HCKX-o9FM3uv43JkUbOL3s-Dm5Pua2TkbEJ4wXJqazMqSE/w480-h640/367401112_10222546949085870_5571087038463646769_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> <span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Quem diria que o rio está por ali, percorrendo caminhos de pedras claras, borbulhando no cair de azenhas. Uma pequena imagem do meu paraíso.</span></b></span></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-28388233939929995382023-08-01T20:08:00.003+01:002023-08-01T20:08:40.564+01:00Ensaio pelo sossego.<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8_BkTeEinCzf3RK38guflaKkqXWpgGsJn7B3wIyoEQj9MQWlT-I5jdVJXPURU-eXEbX59Xo_hm3Dh7IGh1CYx3DJouXD2OPerBuZ3LdYSUfbYm9JXFEP8YElB0x6wmit4NRh4qxJZT2-4YsZ4ib0K6lcx7K6_r6UP8v8U2OImiRad4UaR4lty3jwVQU/s3968/IMG_20230723_133652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8_BkTeEinCzf3RK38guflaKkqXWpgGsJn7B3wIyoEQj9MQWlT-I5jdVJXPURU-eXEbX59Xo_hm3Dh7IGh1CYx3DJouXD2OPerBuZ3LdYSUfbYm9JXFEP8YElB0x6wmit4NRh4qxJZT2-4YsZ4ib0K6lcx7K6_r6UP8v8U2OImiRad4UaR4lty3jwVQU/w480-h640/IMG_20230723_133652.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span> </span>De repente, ou talvez não, a minha Lisboa encheu-se de "jovens". O que os move nada me diz. Lamento apenas que se tenha feito tanto para tirar os jovens lisboetas da sua cidade, com as políticas da treta, e que agora acolham os outros de braços abertos de Marquês.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span> Enfim...</span><br /></span></b></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-66335148044800663502023-06-20T21:33:00.000+01:002023-06-20T21:33:27.049+01:00Ensaio pelo Teatro... sempre.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIKcSkMFrdX_Ghx9IAIZj42r36rESsjIrSxdZQ6-TS9Yv9jUOEx5sdiqw2ZG9MOXmvwvJEz6o2D9D6d6rm3sw3FQsgvFPyCrfVvVAwQFJpL7fOTetUiuK-IpeCYaxg21VSUWC49a6UmplUxASBahKxa1LbhQbL-sBxej14UqqnuIbqC57uEPHOrKGEhc/s404/teatro%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="328" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIKcSkMFrdX_Ghx9IAIZj42r36rESsjIrSxdZQ6-TS9Yv9jUOEx5sdiqw2ZG9MOXmvwvJEz6o2D9D6d6rm3sw3FQsgvFPyCrfVvVAwQFJpL7fOTetUiuK-IpeCYaxg21VSUWC49a6UmplUxASBahKxa1LbhQbL-sBxej14UqqnuIbqC57uEPHOrKGEhc/w163-h200/teatro%202.jpg" width="163" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBFPg7QgIkzb8M4DQOKEmqWPat5mOL_CcpqI8kdIFUQUyER_vCAAx5-ere5CpS3OLexmPSV8lQ6s5JO9ZwEncU-_2YqVx96M54qFglrwKZI4BNpF8rqUFpMrIqTwYlfNU4zBv7PD1U0e2fiN_Qz4EveNPJGCPcsVITGXEA5bLI_2Josr_xV0D8j9XNRE/s525/teatro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="525" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBFPg7QgIkzb8M4DQOKEmqWPat5mOL_CcpqI8kdIFUQUyER_vCAAx5-ere5CpS3OLexmPSV8lQ6s5JO9ZwEncU-_2YqVx96M54qFglrwKZI4BNpF8rqUFpMrIqTwYlfNU4zBv7PD1U0e2fiN_Qz4EveNPJGCPcsVITGXEA5bLI_2Josr_xV0D8j9XNRE/w200-h125/teatro.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCFM9RckTSvvYUq5-IVV2l5Pc6fxYMlusZCc870yIpv6VCiig3qBBRlPXhUViWQ4KQz3XMcBtZAWUJ1qIuKzhXMSFTz3OKjs_N2UBg0hcitYJaqGRl1IJjVAtPKGtfTZOsUcvuOpA6eAsPxDL6-_wRCeDsc_DCiW3Pgzljjq0kSutmyEKv6gypGUhzCs/s3968/IMG_20230612_165025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCFM9RckTSvvYUq5-IVV2l5Pc6fxYMlusZCc870yIpv6VCiig3qBBRlPXhUViWQ4KQz3XMcBtZAWUJ1qIuKzhXMSFTz3OKjs_N2UBg0hcitYJaqGRl1IJjVAtPKGtfTZOsUcvuOpA6eAsPxDL6-_wRCeDsc_DCiW3Pgzljjq0kSutmyEKv6gypGUhzCs/w200-h150/IMG_20230612_165025.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Todos os anos temos palco, um palco de sentires cada vez mais difíceis, mas sempre, sempre pelo teatro. </span></p><p><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-79999371462076958102023-06-19T16:13:00.000+01:002023-06-19T16:13:02.351+01:00Ensaio pelo Alentejo...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCUar2jkaWwuxzzaOmlVPULY2aBxmXFrw5LITMbk9Se3ZKAN7ba2miCXiQpxAAtjKrlMw6rxoSEvVvGNG709rEubXeEHkUmZb212gKGo1we3L6O9ReCC_NDw_k1PJudCFhqrVkPmetHt1xrNXjNv2Ihm-JHcFb_3Ig2SvDjQFQg9EX4kTzbeFwOkUDyg/s3968/IMG_20230610_132842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCUar2jkaWwuxzzaOmlVPULY2aBxmXFrw5LITMbk9Se3ZKAN7ba2miCXiQpxAAtjKrlMw6rxoSEvVvGNG709rEubXeEHkUmZb212gKGo1we3L6O9ReCC_NDw_k1PJudCFhqrVkPmetHt1xrNXjNv2Ihm-JHcFb_3Ig2SvDjQFQg9EX4kTzbeFwOkUDyg/w300-h400/IMG_20230610_132842.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><b style="color: #93c47d; font-family: verdana;">O silêncio para lá das vidraças... </b><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-70349581545611775882023-06-07T22:17:00.000+01:002023-06-07T22:17:28.334+01:00Ensaio pelos livros<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiH-BhOXMwPUYdHgviAuaWAdlwPyL58FAviIiH_iOcVNSntoZvgQyYpV400ADsM7ZMgFA-8yhrW2OK4UeYuxCUjJ1nU0oeheKasrvJUcvFkpNi6Fkm9_FXB_qVwgyv0AjpzvKmcOmjBnK5CM4erBLEx4_1wbyVtnZtYaYXOcL3zI3nT_oGeQ_OCJ0/s1280/DAC%207.%C2%BAD%20Podcast%20-%20Vamos%20falar%20de%20livros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiH-BhOXMwPUYdHgviAuaWAdlwPyL58FAviIiH_iOcVNSntoZvgQyYpV400ADsM7ZMgFA-8yhrW2OK4UeYuxCUjJ1nU0oeheKasrvJUcvFkpNi6Fkm9_FXB_qVwgyv0AjpzvKmcOmjBnK5CM4erBLEx4_1wbyVtnZtYaYXOcL3zI3nT_oGeQ_OCJ0/w400-h225/DAC%207.%C2%BAD%20Podcast%20-%20Vamos%20falar%20de%20livros.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #800180;"> </span><b><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Hoje, foi dia de terminar as atividades do Projeto de Leitura. Desafiados, desde o início do ano, a falar de livros, os meus meninos do sétimo ano apresentaram os seus "podcasts". Uns mais criativos do que outros, o objetivo foi, no geral, atingido. Leram e souberam cativar a plateia de leitores inexperientes, os seus colegas, a ler os livros que apresentaram.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> Gosto de ser surpreendida e, para falar verdade, fui, sem dúvida. Todos dizem que os jovens já não leem, o que se traduz na mais pura e triste verdade. Contudo, alguns ainda o fazem e gostam. Aproveitemos, então, esses momentos em que alguém é capaz de contar essa história magnífica de Saint-Exupéry num teatrinho extraordinário de três minutos e qualquer coisa.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> Para o ano há mais projetos, espero que mais leituras, desejo realmente mais gostos em partilhar.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> Vamos falar de livros? Sempre!</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-25348465984693261582023-02-15T21:49:00.000+00:002023-02-15T21:49:58.356+00:00Ensaio de tristeza ...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVrTODQM9L0b4Jqax4FSMFinDSvNCm87MVZIi3v_Xhx1E3kBePW7xtMM7I1HCmR_yLrnSR5gbBJ-Jzz8ROChzzxb9SgqOU_Gp2Dy3t9U--h4vXmagjT0HaAHr4PiVSUGk3YI_Z6q-9l6innkjf3CnH2YTz0Ll0hPHeXsNKune01gsN_RymPVsj8jV/s2272/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1704" data-original-width="2272" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVrTODQM9L0b4Jqax4FSMFinDSvNCm87MVZIi3v_Xhx1E3kBePW7xtMM7I1HCmR_yLrnSR5gbBJ-Jzz8ROChzzxb9SgqOU_Gp2Dy3t9U--h4vXmagjT0HaAHr4PiVSUGk3YI_Z6q-9l6innkjf3CnH2YTz0Ll0hPHeXsNKune01gsN_RymPVsj8jV/w400-h300/006.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Era o nosso momento, todos os dias. Um telefone, muitas palavras. Por vezes, gargalhadas, outras simplesmente lágrimas.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Todos os dias, parece que ouço a sua voz: "Graça!", tão próxima... tão distante.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Todos os dias, minha Mãe. </span></span><br /></p><p> <br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-63397566617809281972023-01-02T15:42:00.003+00:002023-01-02T15:42:15.402+00:00Ensaio pelos novos dias... <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ6KyMm2d_UyDYY3LjCjgthZQWCzwOLGqw8kMTRWlpAsFjaNm7MyMSUHcZzV18c-MDRqQDtoQzOQlCkT9RKZBSskJVpPrzMn5jkwmgx7ye41a4rT8M8qlE1IBTS3lNKH6UZA_WFpvuIvYfiI8Lr95MTOjO20XvlBMEln3Il-AMHDPU6ctwfft8A9TU/s3968/IMG_20220909_154924%20-%20C%C3%B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ6KyMm2d_UyDYY3LjCjgthZQWCzwOLGqw8kMTRWlpAsFjaNm7MyMSUHcZzV18c-MDRqQDtoQzOQlCkT9RKZBSskJVpPrzMn5jkwmgx7ye41a4rT8M8qlE1IBTS3lNKH6UZA_WFpvuIvYfiI8Lr95MTOjO20XvlBMEln3Il-AMHDPU6ctwfft8A9TU/w480-h640/IMG_20220909_154924%20-%20C%C3%B3pia.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <b><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: medium;"> Não desistir nunca. Ser quem somos nos múltiplos 'eus' do dia a dia. Vivamos felizes!</span></b><p></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-29168312154289675912022-12-09T20:41:00.000+00:002022-12-09T20:41:12.482+00:00Ensaio pela luta.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2IqXhHb48L7nbJcBzOuuF0x84s36yenLO6bcdWSRh29_R-BuJTITBSL0x5MW88qVRO_fNvED0bO4LCZnbAoLHKHSN6ipL6LsRw_e8fHe8bopMr4M7EHQI0J-op-VZETJGzaIJry3woA4kIsgW9SNUDnw_lyWHxMkiS3-KOUp9Y_9CMBa8sfYfiUA/s3264/019.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2IqXhHb48L7nbJcBzOuuF0x84s36yenLO6bcdWSRh29_R-BuJTITBSL0x5MW88qVRO_fNvED0bO4LCZnbAoLHKHSN6ipL6LsRw_e8fHe8bopMr4M7EHQI0J-op-VZETJGzaIJry3woA4kIsgW9SNUDnw_lyWHxMkiS3-KOUp9Y_9CMBa8sfYfiUA/w400-h300/019.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sou
Professora. Estou em luta.</span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Há mais de
trinta anos que luto por um Portugal de futuro.</span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sem
sindicatos, sem cores políticas, sem religiões fundamentalistas, sem palavras
balofas de retórica.</span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sou
Professora e luto para que o futuro do meu País seja digno, seja civilizado,
educado, bem formado, com sentimentos, valores, ideais e lutas, lutas como a
minha, pelo respeito!</span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Se a minha
luta é notícia? Não, não obedece aos critérios editoriais das audiências: não
fiquei no banco, a fazer birra, algures num estádio do Catar; não guardei o
dinheiro do pavilhão camarário que não se fez; não falsifiquei o currículo; não
estou a pensar em comprar a estrela magrebina do esférico internacional; não
sou refugiada política de políticas que ninguém percebe; não represento
qualquer papel na novela das dez; não tenho (felizmente) amigos políticos
especialistas em quase tudo e quase nada percebo de avisos coloridos!</span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sou apenas
Professora (com maiúscula, sim!) e estou em luta pelo RESPEITO. Gostaria de um
Portugal de futuro, com profissionais competentes, com cidadãos de pensamento
crítico, com seres humanos dignos; um Portugal saído de uma Escola de eleição
na transmissão de saberes, exigente, formadora… nunca de uma escola vista, pela
maioria, como depósito temporário de crianças e jovens, cada vez mais mecanizados
e sem querer pensar, facilmente manipuláveis pelos espíritos maquiavélicos que
nos pseudo-governam.</span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sou
Professora e estou em luta pelos meus alunos de ontem, de hoje e de amanhã,
pelos cidadãos do meu país, por nós.</span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">
</span></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="x193iq5w">“Ainda que os teus passos pareçam inúteis, vai abrindo caminhos,
como a água que desce cantando da montanha. Outros te seguirão..."
[Antoine de Saint-Exupéry]</span></span></span></b></p>
<p></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-32791618964968800452022-09-26T20:43:00.001+01:002022-09-26T20:43:16.459+01:00Ensaio pelas sombras...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSN9X7mjmhHaD-UAS1d7j-HBNUpRlV_tdTWyVpR_dypHbks9El4bbnhncZv1stwFjtBmjV-327f-RbwNgLEPxXVx8wXqm6G5PCq1U8xCt_dbTDbx8NTDzfMdJvtjq6SD7g8uw9rhDEgPMgYPRgB_OpJeAfgKMHQJgQI8CkIiUr8s41vxXZm0csmOoa/s3264/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSN9X7mjmhHaD-UAS1d7j-HBNUpRlV_tdTWyVpR_dypHbks9El4bbnhncZv1stwFjtBmjV-327f-RbwNgLEPxXVx8wXqm6G5PCq1U8xCt_dbTDbx8NTDzfMdJvtjq6SD7g8uw9rhDEgPMgYPRgB_OpJeAfgKMHQJgQI8CkIiUr8s41vxXZm0csmOoa/w640-h480/020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Nem sempre é fácil falar dos dias. Mesmo nos mais solarengos, gravam-se as sombras nos nossos pensamentos, ou nos meus, apenas!</span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-73453981203010509682022-09-15T21:45:00.000+01:002022-09-15T21:45:14.095+01:00Ensaio pelos dias...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqVjCMxRczMm4GWchchh3-XVd4-dztLwivwZ1bhW-riX_XZt1vFpybAZPTiQo0NZ-FlOLffND5jI-6PCuSRj6itzvyyxTNPgW7gpDBMw5Hz5-3HtX2rszbXgbFVuJqGYb0_BNUgYkaGgR32Lq7lBSk6tS1-qCK8XLErcIgeFv3nvVe7_KVYEnNsJC/s3264/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqVjCMxRczMm4GWchchh3-XVd4-dztLwivwZ1bhW-riX_XZt1vFpybAZPTiQo0NZ-FlOLffND5jI-6PCuSRj6itzvyyxTNPgW7gpDBMw5Hz5-3HtX2rszbXgbFVuJqGYb0_BNUgYkaGgR32Lq7lBSk6tS1-qCK8XLErcIgeFv3nvVe7_KVYEnNsJC/w400-h300/015.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #800180;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Os dias nunca se repetem. Qualquer pensamento em contrário, qualquer aforismo maior ou menor que contradiga a afirmação, ser-me-á completamente indiferente.</b></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #800180;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Veja-se o caso das comemorações, das lembranças dos dias felizes. Alguns, na eterna repetição de calendário, já são apenas tristes, ou muito tristes. As gargalhadas não se repetem, os silêncios não serão mais ouvidos, as partilhas, as noites em claro, as representações, os ensaios... Nada nunca mais será igual.</b></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #800180;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Vem todo este arrazoado a propósito do dia onze de setembro. No ano transato, nesse mesmo dia, perdi a minha amiga Ana. Ainda hoje lhe ouço a voz... Ainda a choro de mansinho. </b></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #800180;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Os dias não se repetem, nem as lágrimas, sempre renovadas, nem as águas que correm no meu rio.</b></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #800180;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nunca! </b></span></span></span><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-33205426644041457312022-05-27T15:07:00.002+01:002022-05-27T15:10:30.677+01:00Ensaio pelas memórias<p> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFPJKyNZGrC24Z4_n2AEMCI3129kUuA_7XoNG0C31RqUkj-AOHrO_LHP4E0LL_AC0Z-dFfJcT8-B5YK6lZlMuKBJT-bZZxcp6d1RK0kcL0kl2JT3eZZB20l5bKBnv6ztKskOXPYudHVlk9TN20RwRquC16TzAWx7j-XQ6aqqUDYDJR8Yg1Qwersno/s2272/064.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1704" data-original-width="2272" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJFPJKyNZGrC24Z4_n2AEMCI3129kUuA_7XoNG0C31RqUkj-AOHrO_LHP4E0LL_AC0Z-dFfJcT8-B5YK6lZlMuKBJT-bZZxcp6d1RK0kcL0kl2JT3eZZB20l5bKBnv6ztKskOXPYudHVlk9TN20RwRquC16TzAWx7j-XQ6aqqUDYDJR8Yg1Qwersno/w400-h300/064.JPG" width="400" /></a></b></div><b><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Há músicas que nos ficam gravadas na pele, outras na memória. </span></span></b><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> Ao ouvir a notícia do desaparecimento de um dos elementos dos <i>DM</i>, automaticamente o meu pensamento remontou aos oitenta, anos intensos da minha juventude, e pôs a tocar, no meu velhinho gira-discos, essa música feita de tantos momentos bons. Saudade!</span></span></b></span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jbaKcxTW7A8" width="320" youtube-src-id="jbaKcxTW7A8"></iframe></div><br />Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-76581978956564201522022-05-20T21:33:00.000+01:002022-05-20T21:33:20.237+01:00Ensaio pelo reflexo...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rA-u-yAPeFvFwabbREt8oB3rVQPixnKNcQRNGdjS3pr8rlnZSTAZMEwqV3LbO1c1EYy8Qb1Xa9AWiPDBDS3wbNQ36Dv9E70zeRn9KvyO6bpnNID5zwlQ2LdV69UWWAtyJQ3jgAqbksx4w9RXHHoD4KL79c3Uqz9U7tJT4vDwlNZujFU66zftKBsf/s2272/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2272" data-original-width="1704" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rA-u-yAPeFvFwabbREt8oB3rVQPixnKNcQRNGdjS3pr8rlnZSTAZMEwqV3LbO1c1EYy8Qb1Xa9AWiPDBDS3wbNQ36Dv9E70zeRn9KvyO6bpnNID5zwlQ2LdV69UWWAtyJQ3jgAqbksx4w9RXHHoD4KL79c3Uqz9U7tJT4vDwlNZujFU66zftKBsf/w480-h640/049.JPG" width="480" /></a></div> <span style="color: #cfe2f3;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Há dias, fui ao Rio. E, no efeito pela luz refletida, de repente, havia um caminho trémulo, desenhado na minha direção.</span></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Curioso, pensei, talvez Torga me estivesse a enviar um sinal poético: "...Em qualquer aventura / o que importa é partir, não é chegar". Sorri deste pensamento inócuo.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Registei o momento, só porque sim.</span></b></span><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-69828387163301684762022-03-07T20:58:00.003+00:002022-03-07T20:58:53.978+00:00Ensaio pelo sossego<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5c4GT1zJ8PU9Hqzrmbkg8mXq_US2oDpmudjS8ocbsdQixe0TQpaO0M5vTyGGRFgFAEi0_y1MC5HJNbNIbxunHWGsNzOEUYH1MnPz4MkNUB4fgwiqkoNAE4KGxcDGPTGxmXA3gUHDHRm7aWn4yzHnNWHGbFlwbvLmdMs2ZKB3CwaMAzGgV9-I0PxNN=s2272" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2272" data-original-width="1704" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5c4GT1zJ8PU9Hqzrmbkg8mXq_US2oDpmudjS8ocbsdQixe0TQpaO0M5vTyGGRFgFAEi0_y1MC5HJNbNIbxunHWGsNzOEUYH1MnPz4MkNUB4fgwiqkoNAE4KGxcDGPTGxmXA3gUHDHRm7aWn4yzHnNWHGbFlwbvLmdMs2ZKB3CwaMAzGgV9-I0PxNN=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"><b> <span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Há muito que os dias estão ensaiados. De guião repetitivo, com palavras cheias de modernices, confinámos. Até os pensamentos se resguardaram da pandemia.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Resta o sossego das águas que ainda perduram, restam os passeios vazios de desejos, sobram, ao longe, as verdades que, de tantas vezes repetidas, se vestirão de mentira.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Recuso todos esses especialistas que nos intoxicam das suas certezas que não me interessam.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"> Sou pelo sossego de poder pensar por mim, porque sei pensar e, para além disso, tenho conhecimento. Sou pelo "Cântico" de Régio, porque sim. Resta-me o sossego dos ensaios...</span></b></span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-88059228998534457092022-01-17T21:42:00.000+00:002022-01-17T21:42:49.299+00:00Ensaio por nada...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPCQRTgehOuLdniCTNy5xajWXA-yp3vSTigwz8mpa9CHiu3yL6htGE1xBj1eQz7nGvzGnsrjWoGkX3IYpnaLKrRwyYCHR0z8Kutpnie-aPtKYNY_V5ZE5YjsKDAgjvjmDMI8xbh4EPyKJvutRev_K2c8RMe5yrdWKq5oJCkYzU6t1u-hEmSwr5ZY_q=s2272" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2272" data-original-width="1704" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPCQRTgehOuLdniCTNy5xajWXA-yp3vSTigwz8mpa9CHiu3yL6htGE1xBj1eQz7nGvzGnsrjWoGkX3IYpnaLKrRwyYCHR0z8Kutpnie-aPtKYNY_V5ZE5YjsKDAgjvjmDMI8xbh4EPyKJvutRev_K2c8RMe5yrdWKq5oJCkYzU6t1u-hEmSwr5ZY_q=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b> O meu rio corre calmamente, seja na minha cidade-berço, seja nesta outra que, não sendo minha, me adotou há séculos. Porque o tempo tem essa medida trágica de parecer tão imenso, quando, afinal, corre bem mais rápido do que o meu rio. </b></span></span></span><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-84669214527174780712021-09-22T21:34:00.001+01:002021-09-22T21:34:33.890+01:00Ensaio pelo recomeço<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeXrYStLSof7lNxqvdTGkbzejQljX8yAAXN6I8ixKjkEvkln89TDXaE6TjS6Zzoarxk0TiRD1EmtyU6l7643_Z28FzgnSMU8gnI9AThP3sYLCaLoi82HuZ_6oKiTGBH1D01IUfCi4GQQ/s2048/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeXrYStLSof7lNxqvdTGkbzejQljX8yAAXN6I8ixKjkEvkln89TDXaE6TjS6Zzoarxk0TiRD1EmtyU6l7643_Z28FzgnSMU8gnI9AThP3sYLCaLoi82HuZ_6oKiTGBH1D01IUfCi4GQQ/w300-h400/062.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Voemos, pois, que assim é!</span></span></span><br /><p></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-77257165588314160512021-06-16T19:48:00.002+01:002021-06-16T19:48:35.210+01:00Ensaio pelo continuar...<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDQQOE4kQGU7jLn3-eXsxUqAplLKPxqfvyKdtX_OIkP39RhSK7TU1028y1ocHuelbpksnpNU2cbTA_2IBJNTBOX2UBJFHKV77c3TDB0nUxvPbbp38RdCUpeDRMWZkRKw684yZI3KXipI/s2048/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDQQOE4kQGU7jLn3-eXsxUqAplLKPxqfvyKdtX_OIkP39RhSK7TU1028y1ocHuelbpksnpNU2cbTA_2IBJNTBOX2UBJFHKV77c3TDB0nUxvPbbp38RdCUpeDRMWZkRKw684yZI3KXipI/w400-h300/001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Todos os anos, ciclicamente, chega o dia da despedida. No ano transato, o vírus não nos permitiu a presença no momento do adeus.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Hoje, voltei a viver a última aula, ao fim de três anos com estes meus lindinhos, essa última aula de Português cheia de palavras, as minhas, como as de todos os dias, [ou não], as deles escritas, partilhadas em privado, para uma leitura mais tarde.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Depois, foram as lágrimas, os abraços apertados [a pandemia, por segundos, passou a outro plano] entre promessas de que nunca esqueceriam a professora. Não os quis contrariar nesse instante tão sentido, claro que esquecerão a professora, é assim há mais de trinta anos. É certo que alguns nunca esqueceram, tornámos-nos amigos, promovemos jantares de Natal, os filhos já passaram pelas minhas aulas, também. E tudo se repete. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Quanto aos ensinamentos, espero que germinem e dêem frutos. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Cheguei a casa cansada dos dias, sentei-me e peguei nas folhas brancas preenchidas pelas despedidas dos meus meninos [tão crescidos!]. Chorei. Continuo a gostar de ser professora. </span></span><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-51808135668824137522021-03-28T21:47:00.000+01:002021-03-28T21:47:00.436+01:00Ensaio por uma âncora...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9p_z4F9gtRGCuDdeUl5j8TH4g7SByCCah0KsKNhxL8GHpYO6bFxWL08D0db7F5806qPti-PwubytL_nxXYlrRtMAJ1P09qLpXuZTsnaKDsFIPNwL1B6muo52GwphaCSbZWmh_O2h0JFM/s2048/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9p_z4F9gtRGCuDdeUl5j8TH4g7SByCCah0KsKNhxL8GHpYO6bFxWL08D0db7F5806qPti-PwubytL_nxXYlrRtMAJ1P09qLpXuZTsnaKDsFIPNwL1B6muo52GwphaCSbZWmh_O2h0JFM/w400-h300/062.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #93c47d;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> O meu Pai continua a lutar. Ancorado que se encontra a esta vida, não quer partir. Os vagabundos do mar passam as suas tempestades ao comando do barco, amainando velas, alijando cabos. Desistir não é próprio de quem navega. </span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #93c47d;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> O meu Pai não quer partir, está ancorado neste porto da vida, que somos nós as três e mais meia dúzia de razões que só ele conhecerá. </span></span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #93c47d;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Ainda bem que assim é. </span></span></b></span><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-2786998741544445942021-02-26T22:09:00.000+00:002021-02-26T22:09:00.290+00:00Ensaio sobre um dia de sol...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfJ_RRExQ4QM33ul-g2o7ftDQyMd1lqn0XadRI20FXryhd7uBEbJpTl_9eNmqP31jVIGJDEC2EFNUs7NqMGdM_WG6j0WDxN3YPDEnOspmje8IcCnVw2PCdDp-zZDBwze-3mYilMbP7zo/s490/m%25C3%25A3e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="367" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfJ_RRExQ4QM33ul-g2o7ftDQyMd1lqn0XadRI20FXryhd7uBEbJpTl_9eNmqP31jVIGJDEC2EFNUs7NqMGdM_WG6j0WDxN3YPDEnOspmje8IcCnVw2PCdDp-zZDBwze-3mYilMbP7zo/w300-h400/m%25C3%25A3e.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>O dia era de sol. Um calor fora de época. Estava um dia lindo para viver. No entanto, a minha Mãe escolheu-o para morrer. Apanhada, sem dar por isso, pela doença maldita, não resistiu. Partiu com o seu sorriso. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>De mim, levou a parte que lhe pertencia. Não há nada a fazer. É assim. Um dia, talvez nos encontremos noutro caminho, Mãe. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Estava um sol radioso, num céu azul cristalino. Não era um dia para morrer.</b></span><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-57569949798606014282021-01-05T22:40:00.001+00:002021-01-05T22:40:37.075+00:00Ensaio sobre dois mil e vinte e um...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEila-wwb1qaX9Fso6Ch61sJKmMM7NYl-f4908aQLy0guv9-qqXLhnhCrsTqEk1U8fGcbV3-euvq_UAJc8vkPz2CpQoRgkh0nT2nayGcCNjauViaOQfGFgnPvnZsw6ovF9S7G-Yz0_8xDW4/s2048/101-0106_IMG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEila-wwb1qaX9Fso6Ch61sJKmMM7NYl-f4908aQLy0guv9-qqXLhnhCrsTqEk1U8fGcbV3-euvq_UAJc8vkPz2CpQoRgkh0nT2nayGcCNjauViaOQfGFgnPvnZsw6ovF9S7G-Yz0_8xDW4/w400-h300/101-0106_IMG.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Chegou disfarçado de máscara. Alinhado com a dor dos que partiram, apagando os sorrisos antes do brinde.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Esperam-se caminhos difíceis, mas não impossíveis de trilhar. </span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Continuemos, então, o nosso árduo percurso. </span></b></span><br /></p><p> </p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-83935886982245289352020-12-03T21:45:00.002+00:002020-12-03T21:45:40.675+00:00Ensaio pelo não-ensaio<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1ff9tYPFQRqAhmDD0JcWDkbCKIDX-3dasH7EfYyfkvipTd0Li4yRMpkq1LAvOdNA4qCu4UYlCjrPwgfkM9hkA1IaGPv679_zlu0hnt0CrPuV1MIkIYkCoUm1dm9gukputVypfXCR7rg/s2048/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1ff9tYPFQRqAhmDD0JcWDkbCKIDX-3dasH7EfYyfkvipTd0Li4yRMpkq1LAvOdNA4qCu4UYlCjrPwgfkM9hkA1IaGPv679_zlu0hnt0CrPuV1MIkIYkCoUm1dm9gukputVypfXCR7rg/w400-h300/067.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Lá pelo palco escolar, falta o Teatro. Todos os dias, os aprendizes de ator fazem a pergunta "Professora, quando começa o Teatro?". Já nem sei como responder. A normalidade foi afetada, a nossa normalidade representada foi proibida. Escondida por trás de uma pretensa pandemia.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Já nem sei que diga aos meus jovens a quem interromperam o "fingir". Tiraram-lhes o palco dos pés, fechado na escuridão de um auditório vazio. "Professora...", o som lamurioso de uma vontade reprimida. Já nem sei como fugir daqueles olhares pedintes, sedentos de um pano que se abra às suas representações.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Há viroses inomináveis, como esta, que roubou os ensaios aos meus meninos!</span></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> Já nem sei. </span></b></span></span><br /></p><p> </p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-32135010985129721382020-11-19T22:25:00.003+00:002020-11-19T22:25:43.928+00:00Ensaio sobre as nuvens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrFCQ5Ik_Vl6aQR56HHFAvgaucJKo5_bACAceH_cTCd8ppNysGOD_hc_dwor9db3S_BmZiBa7vqY_i6sC60Sv-Zt1hqfqRFlg7hcaGFba5wM0pcT91TZgEEIguOl9ZLMzdjxqauOLA2s/s2048/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrFCQ5Ik_Vl6aQR56HHFAvgaucJKo5_bACAceH_cTCd8ppNysGOD_hc_dwor9db3S_BmZiBa7vqY_i6sC60Sv-Zt1hqfqRFlg7hcaGFba5wM0pcT91TZgEEIguOl9ZLMzdjxqauOLA2s/w400-h300/034.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> <b><span style="color: #e06666;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Aguardemos, calmamente. As pedras lá estão, resistindo às agruras do tempo. Ele que passe. Aguardemos, sem perder a paciência. A mãe-d'água resguarda-se e permanecerá. Aguardemos, então, que os dias corram ao encontro das nuvens. </span></span></span></b><br /></div>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-37034999512019206392020-10-02T22:11:00.002+01:002020-10-02T22:16:37.167+01:00Ensaio sobre a saudade tamanha...<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPWY5o6dlN1T9-VZ5uMzmvx905I-aEJ4GlKsbxQEAWXSsTJuoMH15v4Tw3KS2CZDWmITamX6kNzpjtZCB6tPKGx3zhHgX8Bphinvvjfc3cDGEZGcZd7RD1mhCAXtGemoTge_iEvfQnHg/s1600/DSCF0107.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPWY5o6dlN1T9-VZ5uMzmvx905I-aEJ4GlKsbxQEAWXSsTJuoMH15v4Tw3KS2CZDWmITamX6kNzpjtZCB6tPKGx3zhHgX8Bphinvvjfc3cDGEZGcZd7RD1mhCAXtGemoTge_iEvfQnHg/w400-h300/DSCF0107.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Ontem, pelo palco escolar, os meus jovens alunos vestiram a pele de poeta e fizeram, talvez, as suas primeiras poesias. Resistiram, primeiro, suaram depois para cumprir a tarefa [palavra nada poética]. Após um breve intervalo, unicamente para a ida ao alívio das necessidades, visto que a pandemia não nos larga, voltámos ao recôndito espaço da aula.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Por detrás de máscaras, literalmente e não metafóricas, lá foram respirando fundo, para a leitura dos versos arrumados com receio. Criaram pequenos textos que leram, que comentaram, que os levaram à gargalhada, ou à mais profunda reflexão. Afinal, o pretenso poema tinha um acréscimo importante: seria a apresentação poética de cada um. Já quase no fim da leitura, surge a expressão, [para não lhe chamar antecipadamente verso], lida com emoção, "recolho-me num grito silencioso". Foi naquele momento que o dia desabou na minha saudade. </span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Uma saudade tamanha da minha amiga, perdida, em maio, sem que eu tivesse tido tempo de interiorizar que o seu tempo acabava. Uma saudade tamanha do seu humor cáustico, da sua gargalhada sincera, dos seus conselhos, nunca pedidos, sempre oportunos... uma saudade tamanha da presença tão sua, tão Célia.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "Um grito silencioso" escreveu o meu jovem, feliz por ter conseguido a antítese há pouco aprendida. O recurso expressivo lembrou-me que era dia de aniversário. Só não haveria bolo, nem cantorias desafinadas, não haveria presentes de papel rasgados ao jantar. Só porque tu já não estás.</span></b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> [que saudade!] <br /></span></b></span></p><p><br /></p>Graçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07236368455262864977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811442317190902660.post-41466057869574874792020-07-07T20:27:00.002+01:002020-07-07T20:27:26.921+01:00Ensaio sobre as marcas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Os anos vão passando e as marcas de cada vivência não enganam ninguém. Estão por aí, nem todas visíveis, nem todas indolores.</b></div>
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<b> Este ano, delineou-se uma marca maior: a distância. A minha vida, de repente, passou a ser à distância (a minha e a de milhares, mas, não sei porquê, apetece-me ser egoísta). Os meus alunos deixaram de estar ali, observando-me, questionando-me, sorrindo para mim. As minhas aulas deixaram de ter a animação inerente a quem gosta de ver sempre o lado positivo das situações. Fiquei longe, tão longe, que, por política da Escola, nem os podia ver uma vez por semana, nessa coisa extraordinária chamada de sessão síncrona! Eram uns bonecos, na linguagem informática, uns avatares que criaram e que nada tinham a ver com cada um dos meus lindinhos.</b></div>
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<b> Se serviu para algo, a pandemia provou-me que ensinar não pode ser assim. Transmitir conhecimentos literários, por exemplo, sem o livro na mão, não é o mesmo.</b></div>
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<b> Sei que milhares de professores se juntaram para tentarem dizer ao mundo que estava tudo bem, que era tudo maravilhoso. Uma mentira. Ninguém estava preparado para isto, muitos professores a léguas de dominar as tecnologias, muitos alunos sem acesso a elas.</b></div>
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<b> A inverdade deste último período está por aí, sem marcas visíveis, por enquanto.</b></div>
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<b> Cada vez mais me assusta o que os governos querem fazer da escola pública: a formatação de jovens que se não souberem pensar, argumentar, criticar, decidir, melhor ainda. Quero voltar para a escola e lutar contra isto.</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> Lembrei-me que, um dia, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">gostaria</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span>de subir contigo aquela serra que reconhece, há anos, o som dos meus passos. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Levar-te-ia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">
desde a frondosidade das gigantescas árvores por caminhos secretos e
íngremes... até à aridez dos penedos cinzentos, bem lá no cume.</span></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana";"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Mostrar-te-ia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">,
então, esse curso de água digno e majestoso, que serpenteia quase a
beijar o mar... e, bem no meio, na equidistância das margens sombrias,
na sua singeleza natural, verias a verdadeira </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ilha dos Amores</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> Porque,
quando estou a um palmo do céu, o meu pensamento é veloz como um
cervo... nas minhas veias corre a água desse rio... e o meu coração tem a
forma simplíssima duma ilha perdida na Natureza.</span></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> Gostaria</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[para amainar a saudade.]</span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[lembrei-me agora, ao fim de quase dez anos, que já aconteceu] </span></span></span></span></b></div>
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