fevereiro de 2012
A porta para um outro mundo
Bafienta, húmida, fria. Uma sala com paredes altas e grossas, onde caberiam à vontade duas casas, uma em cima da outra. O tecto é como a abóbada de uma antiga capela. As gretas nas paredes esboroadas fazem lembrar pinturas rupestres, quando observadas durante algum tempo. A luz do dia tem de...
O relógio da avó
Em casa da minha avó, à entrada, há um grande relógio mas não trabalha. Os ponteiros nunca se mexem. Uma vez, abri a porta do relógio para ver o que estava mal, mas não havia nada lá dentro, só um guarda-chuva, uma bengala e o retrato de um rei com um monóculo.
— É preciso compor o relógio –...
Lugar de infância
Esta horta é um lugar de maravilha!
No sítio onde se guarda a lenha há teias de aranha, enormes: lembram uma toalha de renda! O musgo cresce junto à nora, e o céu, ali, é um céu verde, feito da folhagem da maior nogueira que deve existir na terra. Porque o milagre maior é, realmente, esta...
A menina que detestava livros
Era uma vez uma menina chamada Mina. Se, num livro, procurassem o significado do seu nome, descobririam que significa «peixe» em antigo sânscrito. Mas Mina não sabia, porque nunca procurava o significado de nada em lado nenhum. Mina detestava
ler e detestava livros.
— Estão sempre no meio do...
The cat that wlaked by himself
Pussy can sit by the fire and sing,
Pussy can climb a tree,
Or play with a silly old cork and string
To 'muse herself, not me.
But I like Binkie my dog, because
He knows how to behave;
So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was,
And I am the Man in the Cave....
Scarecrow
“Hey, ‘Bones,’ “my brother, Parker, asked me, “what are you going to be for Halloween?”
The elementary school party started at 7:00 p.m. The winner of the prize for the most original costume got two free tickets for the Sunday matinee. Parker was dressed and ready to go.
I watched him parade...
I will remember
Until I was eight I thought Sunday was called Sunday because you had to spend it in the sun. I thought that because I spent every single Sunday outside in the garden with Nana. The zucchini plants quickly became my favorite. It was the way the tiny little delicate tendrils reached out and wrapped...
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky...
Ali and his camera
Ali lives in Istanbul, a big city in Turkey. He lives in an old building near the famous Blue Mosque. After school, Ali comes home and sits at the window. He looks at the boats. They are
going out to sea.
‘What are you doing?’ Ali’s mother asks.
‘I’m taking photos of those boats,’ Ali...
The Big Race
What are these boys doing? They are waiting. They are waiting for the big race.
They are wearing shorts and shirts. There are numbers on their shirts. Can you see the boy with number fifteen on his shirt?
His name is Tim. All the boys are big and tall but Tim is small and short.
“You cannot...
Contos em Inglês
Joe plays with the colours
Joe asked:
‘Mother, what colour are chicks?’
‘Chicks are yellow.’
Joe was silent, but only for a little while.
‘What colour is that thing inside a boiled egg?’
‘That thing is a yolk, and it is yellow.’
‘Mum, what is that, that you are drinking?’
‘It’s lemonade.’
‘What is lemonade made of,...
Flying Home
Felix is a blue and yellow bird from Brazil. He lives with
the Baxter family in New York. His home is a big cage. It is on
the fortieth floor of a tall building.
Felix likes the Baxters, and the Baxters like him. They give him food.
They talk to him and show him to all their friends. But Felix is...
The last photo
It is Saturday afternoon. Martin and his sister Pam are in Cambridge for the day.
They are looking at the beautiful old buildings of this University City.
Pam has a camera with her. She likes taking photos and sometimes they are very good. But sometimes they are not very good and Martin laughs at...
Once upon an ordinary schoolday
Once upon an ordinary schoolday, an ordinary boy woke up from his ordinary dreams,
got out of his ordinary bed, had an ordinary pee, an ordinary wash, put on his ordinary
clothes, and ate his ordinary breakfast.
The ordinary boy brushed his ordinary teeth, kissed his ordinary mum goodbye
and set...
If the moon could speak ...
A pair of shoes under a chair. A large open window.
The daylight fading away.
If the moon could speak…
… she would tell stories of the night stealthily moving along the
forest, and of a lizard hurrying home for dinner.
Someone whispers a song. The clock goes tick tock....
The Magic Paintbrush
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