power of writing - de kracht van het schrift - o poder da escrita
power of writing - de kracht van het schrift - o poder da escrita
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Citizenship starts with critical thinking. Critical thinking begins with developing the ability to write, read, and discuss together.
Burgerschap begint met kritisch denken Kritisch denken begint met het ontwikkelen van het vermogen om samen te schrijven, te lezen en te discussiëren.
Cidadania inicia quando pensar criticamente. Pensar criticamente começa pelo desenvolvimento da capacidade de escrever, ler e discutir em conjunto
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Since La Salle and Lancaster, the recurring assertion that all children must learn everything in the same way has been dominant among those who decide on education but have not necessarily studied it. What Napoleon intended with the homogenised school, in which all children do exactly the same thing at exactly the same time, is still the dream of autocratic rulers who, even if they ever learned something about pedagogy, never wanted to understand the art of learning (Comenius’s mathetics) and adopted for the didactic approach not a model for educere, but only a model for educare. Despite political correct speeches, those policymakers do not intend to make people think critically, certainly not children at school. That immediately would completely invalidate their interpretation of executive power. Autocratic party leaders do not want to execute; they want to rule and control. Despite the fine words, they combat pluralism by using the dictatorship of the majority as a tool, as long as they themselves consider democratic forms of government. When they succeed in installing a particracy or an autocracy, they create that majority themselves and actually don’t really need demos anymore. Let demos preferably poorly educated follow uncritically what they stand for: they claim to decide in the name of the people but do not want to work together with the people. And that is indeed possible as soon as demos is no longer capable of critical thinking for itself but merely follows influencers. Influencers on whatsoever media, national speeches from king or president, parliament debates, TV or radio broadcaster, or simply a sponsored social media network. And look how many support the further erosion of the public school. The user undergoes school merely as an obligation, the administrator bureaucratises the school, preferably with many modern AI tools, and the inattentive researcher confuses deschooling society with a society without schools. So…
Ne rien dire que nous n’ayons fait. That is what I learned from Fernand Oury. Coincidentally, I took up some class journals that are half a century old. I reread the texts of the 8- to 10-year-old children who were in the same class as me at the local state school in Outurela back then. Outurela is a neighbourhood in a suburb of the Portuguese capital Lisbon, consisting mainly of social housing at the time for Cape Verdean and Portuguese immigrants, partly Roma and partly from the interior. They learned to write free texts about whatever was going through their minds. Free texts means that in class, during lesson hours, they had the time and the conditions to write, sometimes aided by a cartoon to spark inspiration, mostly simply because language activities offered them that opportunity. Texts must be read. That is why there were class journals. I picked texts from a few of them. Those who were children back then are now adults and presumably still have the same name. That is why I chose the texts with made-up stories, and not the accounts of events seen by those who were children back then, which, although harrowing, were still suitable for publication. Other stories remained within the anonymity of the group. But I still have 24 class journal issues in my library and files with unpublished texts.
The arrogant and derogatory language about the school that I hear so often from adults, unfortunately also from those who work in school, repeated and reinforced by the aforementioned influencers of all kinds, was the reason why I felt it necessary once again to republish something that appeared on the Class website 25 years ago. I am providing only examples of what we wrote. Adults can browse through Childrens’ Citizenship.
There, in many of the published texts, children hide behind a pseudonym. Some of own free writings, originally in Portuguese, follow below in three languages.
The Forbidden Dream.
Once upon a time, there was a widow named Vera who lived in a country where dreaming was forbidden.
It went like this: one day a man appeared who wanted to kill Vera but couldn't. But Vera was dreaming this and was very frightened. She woke up and knew it was a dream. She spoke to the president, who made a stupid law that forbade dreaming in the middle of the night. That's why the text is called "The Forbidden Dream."
The president was from Portugal.
Leila.
The Sorceress and the Witch
Once upon a time, there was a very kind girl. One day, someone offered her 10 million but the girl didn't accept it because the person who offered it was a sorceress. She knew this because she was a witch.
Since they were a witch and a sorceress, one day they guessed that they were sisters. They stopped being a witch and a sorceress and offered the ten thousand reais to the poor.
Ana Paula
When the Stars Came Down to Earth.
Once upon a time, there was a whale named Antonieta. She lived at the bottom of the ocean.
One day, 10,000,600 stars fell from the sky. Some plunged into the ocean and found Antonieta.
The stars and Antonieta discussed:
- The water is now very hot.
- We fell from space, which is very cold. We are always heating everything up.
- But if you don't leave, everything will dry up.
- And if we turn off the gas tap, can we stay here?
- We have to see first if the sea gets colder.
- And let's talk to the inhabitants of the ocean.
The inhabitants agreed, and since then they have become starfish.
(The group, based on a text by Ana Margarida)
Once upon a time, there was a seal that was born in the sea. One day, three octopuses came and grabbed her. She cried out:
"Brother, brother, please help me!"
The brother cried out:
"Mom, mom, sister is in danger!"
"Wait, sister, I'm coming, little sister!"
After a while, the brother killed the three octopuses.
They lived sadly for some time because they had killed the octopuses.
But then, they apologised to the octopus family, and everyone lived happily ever after.
Ana Paula
The forbidden relationship
Once upon a time there was a girl.
Her name was Sônia and one day she went to Roberto.
He said:
- Do you want to date me?
- I can't, because my aunt won't let me.
Roberto wasn't old enough to date.
As time passed, they could be together.
Pedro Miguel
The Bird
Once upon a time, there was a bird. A bird that knew nothing. One day, the bird went to school.
Everyone mocked him, but the spell backfired, and this is what happened.
One of these days, the bird went to school, but he had already changed; he was grown up, he was clever, and the others were still in the 1st grade while the bird was in university.
He liked Mathematics; in the 4th grade, he only did Mathematics, but he also did reading comprehension worksheets. The bird wanted to be a Mathematics teacher, and so he became a teacher, and the students were very good at Mathematics, and that's how the story ended.
Ana Margarida
The Cat Who Was a Girl
A boy came along. The boy saw a witch. The boy said to the witch: “Oh you, is it true that this cat was a girl?”
The witch transformed the boy into a cat, and he fell in love with the witch's cat.
The End
Ruben
The Maiden Mariana
Once upon a time, there was a maiden named Mariana. One day, Mariana went to the garden and saw a prince named Marco, and he said, "Oh, maiden," and Mariana blushed. But the king, her father, was against the courtship and didn't like the boy.
One day the king said, "May I speak with you?"
She replied, "Yes."
"It's about that boy. I don't like him; he has no qualities. To any girl who appears, he says, 'Oh, maiden,' and pretends to be a prince!"
And he says to Mariana, "Is that true?"
The king announced a ball for her to choose a groom.
But he liked Mariana, and she ran away with him.
The king allowed them to marry, and they lived happily ever after.
Leila 15.10.2001
The Stove and the House
Once upon a time, there was a house that had a stove. One day, the stove ran away from home.
When the woman went to the kitchen, she shouted and said:
“My stove, where is it?!”
And the house, instead of answering, also ran away from the woman.
The stove reappeared, and then the house and the stove got married and lived happily ever after.
Tatiana Helena
The Witch of Hill street
Once upon a time there was a yellow-haired girl named Grace. He was always laughing.
One day, an old woman with black hair, big eyes and very long nails, went to live in a house made of sweets: lollipops, gum,...
The other day, the witch – because the old woman was a witch – went to the Flor neighborhood, where Graça lived.
The witch said: Let's go to your grandmother's room; She went to her mother's room! The witch cast a spell for Grace to change into a frog. The people on Rua do Monte were all idiots, because all they had to do was make one touch, it was a lot of touches. But she made these touches and ended up doing them to herself and the gentlemen and ladies of Rua do Monte became human and human again.
Graça became a witch, more dangerous. But when she no longer laughed, she became a good human again. She had one desire: to be a witch.
In her years, her wish came true and she was happy.
Mário Sérgio 19.09.2001
The Wedding
One day, Sleeping Beauty found Snow White's prince talking to the Frog Prince, who said:
– I'm thinking of marrying Snow White, I need you to choose the engagement ring.
Snow White was on the balcony with Sleeping Beauty, and they were looking at men's engagement rings in a magazine. They all went to the same store without knowing.
Snow White was happy to have a dress more beautiful than all the other brides.
She was so happy. At the end of the wedding, I just wanted to shout: today is my happiest day!
After three days, they went on their honeymoon, had two children there, and lived happily ever after.
Gisela Margarida Santos Simões.
Some things rhyme and the rest don't
It doesn't rhyme but it will row
man, it will travel
it throws you into the sea...
and it will drown riding
* * *
It's not a horse,
it's a cowgirl cowgirl
friend of the rooster
It carries the pine tree.
It doesn't rhyme but it makes you laugh
The hen is a gladiator
and the rooster is a fisherman.
The chicks are born from the egg
and where does the hen come from?
The fish swims
and the hen swims
and the rooster keeps grabbing the leg.
Ruben
The School
Once upon a time, there was a teacher who had 25 students, and they made a lot of noise. One day he fainted and went to the hospital. The teacher who came to teach the boys was a very strong and fat woman with such a deep voice that all the boys got headaches.
November 14, 2001 Hugo
The Pumpkin
Once upon a time, there was a pumpkin that was very orange, but it could only marry orange vegetables and fruits. It fell in love with a turnip, which was white and purple, but it had heard that you can't marry a turnip; you can only marry a carrot, orange, persimmon, loquat, or tangerine. So it married all five vegetables and fruits.
Ana Paula
The Popcornster
Once upon a time, there was a hen named Mili. She loved making popcorn. She had many friends. One day she threw a party and invited her friends.
The party had so much popcorn, so much that it couldn't hold any more. The house was overflowing. It was a river of popcorn flowing through the woods.
The frog Lamba-lama exclaimed:
"What is this?"
And then:
"Help! You've drowned in the popcorn!"
The hens went to the frog's funeral.
They put popcorn on the grave and... ate popcorn!
Tatiana Helena with the help of the group
Some Mixed Stories
Once upon a time, there was a princess named Sleeping Beauty. One day, Snow White went to visit her because of the spell cast by the witch Adelaide, who had put her to sleep for 100 years.
Snow White's prince also went to visit her; then came the wolf, who waited for everyone to leave so he could call the evil queen. He asked to season Sleeping Beauty to eat her, because he hadn't eaten for a week.
But they were caught and taken to the dungeons. Sleeping Beauty woke up and they lived happily ever after, except for the wolf, the witch, and the queen. Those three lived sadly forever.
Leila
The Mermaid
Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful mermaid.
When thieves saw her, they went crazy for her. They wouldn't even bother robbing houses anymore.
I ask: "Why don't I enter this story?"
If I did, I would have already asked her to marry me.
Unfortunately, it's just a story.
Ivan
The Year 2150
If we all thought about what the new year of 2150 will be like. The same as the previous year?
Let's imagine:
– bottle corks popping,
– parties, appetizers, nightclubs, ...
And what if, instead of sending fireworks, they threw money;
and what if the new year became the old year, and the new year wouldn't even begin.
We would go back and forth to 2002, 2001, 2000, we would get younger and younger and we could be back in our mother's womb, or maybe neither our mother nor we would exist. We don't know what the new year of 2150 will be like…
And what if we think about what life will be like in the year 2950? Maybe we won't drive cars, we'll wear iron clothes and we'll have robot servants. In schools, maybe we'll have electronic chairs and electronic whiteboards. Perhaps we'll have cars without wheels and round houses; we don't know what life will be like in the future of 2950...
Leila, January 2002
WHEN CAN I GO TO SCHOOL?
Once upon a time, there was a girl who only thought about going to school. But the problem was that she was only 5 years old. At night she dreamed that she was inside the school. She would enter the classroom and see the teacher there. As soon as she started playing in her dream, her mother woke her up. The girl said, "I'm at school." But she was in bed; her mother replied, "Don't worry, you turn 6 today and tomorrow you'll go to school." So she went to school and liked it.
Gisela
Each with its Mother
Once upon a time, there were four little seasons, called Flower, Sun, Leaves, and Snow.
One day, Isaltino came along and said:
– What are your names?
They answered:
– Flower, Sun, Leaves, Snow.
Then, Isaltino asked the Flower:
– What is your mother's name?
The Flower answered:
– It's Spring.
Isaltino asked the Sun:
– Who is your mother?
The Sun answered:
– It's Summer.
Isaltino said to the Leaves:
– Who is your mother?
The Leaves answered:
– It's Autumn.
Then Isaltino asked the Snow:
– Who is your mother?
Snow replied:
– It's winter.
Then, the 4 Little Seasons said:
– Who is your mother?
Isaltino replied:
– It's Politics.
And each one lived with their mother.
Gisela
The Three Wolves.
Once upon a time, there were three wolves.
One day, they went to build their houses. The first wolf made a house of straw, the second wolf made one of wood, and the third wolf made one of brick. A Big Bad Pig came along, went straight to the straw house, and then the Big Bad Pig said:
– Wolf, little wolf, let me in.
But the first wolf replied:
– By the hair on my nose, I swear I won't let you in.
– Then I'll huff and puff and blow your house away, said the Big Bad Pig.
He went straight to the wooden house.
– Little wolf, little wolf, let me in, said the Big Bad Pig.
But the second little wolf said:
– By the hair on my nose, I swear I won't let you in.
“Then I’ll huff and puff and blow your house up in the air,” said the Big Bad Pig.
And he threw the house up high. But the third little wolf said:
“By the hair on my nose, I swear I won’t let you in.”
“Then I’ll huff and puff and blow your house up in the air,” said the Big Bad Pig.
So he huffed and puffed, but he couldn’t blow the house up in the air.
The Big Bad Pig climbed onto the roof of the house and went down the chimney. Chup, Chup!
And that was the end of the Big Bad Pig.
Paula
The Dream
Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to be a doctor, but she was very poor. So she had to work as a housekeeper.
But one day, while she was off work, a lady who was a very good friend of hers said:
"If you have a wish that hasn't yet come true, there's a gentleman who grants wishes."
And she went there and asked the gentleman to grant her wish, because she wanted to be a doctor.
The next day, a letter arrived saying there was a vacancy, and that if she wanted to go, she could. And she went.
Marlene.
Why?
Why is the sea salty?
Why is the sun yellow?
Why does the wind blow?
Why is there day and night?
Why is there rain?
Why is there movement?
Why is there importance?
Why are there periods?
Why are there clouds?
Paula
Nederlands
Nederlands
De steeds terugkerende stelling dat alle kinderen alles op eendere wijze moeten leren is sinds La Salle en Lancaster een leitmotiv voor wie over onderwijs beslist maar er niet noodzakelijk over gestudeerd heeft. Wat Napoleon beoogde met de gehomogeniseerde school, waarin alle kinderen precies hetzelfde doen, op precies hetzelfde moment, is nog steeds de droom van autocratische heersers die, zelfs als ze ooit iets over pedagogie leerden, toch nooit de kunst van het leren (de mathetiek van Comenius) hebben willen begrijpen en voor de didactische aanpak een model voor educere weigerden, en enkel een model voor educare aannamen.
Ondanks de politiek correcte toespraken, hebben die beleidsvoerders niet de bedoeling mensen kritisch te laten nadenken, zeker kinderen op school niet. Dat zou gelijk hun interpretatie van uitvoerende macht volledig ontkrachten. Autocratische partijleiders willen niet uitvoeren, ze willen heersen en beheersen. Ondanks de mooie woorden bestrijden ze pluralisme in wat ze zelf democratische regeringsvormen noemen waarbij ze de dictatuur van de meerderheid als middel misbruiken. En wanneer ze erin slagen een particratie of een autocratie te installeren creëren ze die meerderheid zelf en hebben ze demos eigenlijk niet echt meer nodig. Laat demos onkritisch en best weinig geschoold volgen wat zíj voorstaan. Ze schermen immers voor het volk te beslissen, niemand wil met het volk beslissen. Dat kan, zodra demos niet meer in staat is om zelf kritisch te denken maar enkel influencers volgt. Influencers op eender welke media, of dat nu spreekbeurten zijn van koning of president, parlementsdebatten, een uitzending van een of andere TV- of radio-omroep, of gewoon korte notities op een gesponsord sociaal media kanaal. En kijk: velen steunen de verdere uitholling van de publieke school. De gebruiker die de school enkel als een verplichting ondergaat, de bestuurder die de school bureaucratiseert, liefst met veel moderne AI-middelen, de niet atente onderzoeker die ontscholing van de maatschappij met maatschappij zonder school verwart.
Ne rien dire que nous n’ayons fait. Dat leerde ik van Fernand Oury. Toevallig nam ik terug klaskranten ter hand die een halve eeuw oud zijn. Ik las opnieuw de teksten van de kinderen van 8 tot 10 jaar die toen met mij in Outurela in de plaatselijke staatsschool klas hadden. Outurela is een wijk van een voorstad van Lissabon, hoofdstad van Portugal, voornamelijk bestaande uit sociale huisvesting toen voor Kaapverdische en Portugese Roma of uit het binnenland komende immigranten. Ze leerden toen vrije teksten schrijven over wat door hun hoofd ging. Vrije teksten wil zeggen dat ze in de klas, tijdens de lesuren tijd en condities kregen om te schrijven, soms geholpen door een cartoon, om de inspiratie op gang te brengen, maar merendeels gewoon omdat de taalactiviteiten hen die mogelijkheid bood. Teksten moeten gelezen worden. Daarom waren er klaskranten. Ik lichtte er een aantal teksten uit. Wie toen kind was is nu volwassen en heeft vermoedelijk nog steeds dezelfde naam. Daarom koos voor de teksten met uitgevonden verhaaltjes en niet de verslagen van gebeurtenissen gezien door wie toen kind was, en die, hoewel schrijnend, toch voor publicatie vatbaar waren. Andere verhalen bleven in de anonimiteit van de groep. Maar ik heb nog steeds 24 klaskrant edities in mijn bibliotheek staan en de dossiers met niet gepubliceerde teksten.
De arrogante en denigrerende taal over de school die ik zo vaak hoor van volwassenen, helaas ook soms van wie in de school werkt, herhaald en verstevigd door de hiervoor vernoemde influencers van allerlei soort, was de reden waarom ik het toch nodig vond om iets van wat 25 jaar geleden op de website van de klas stond opnieuw te publiceren.
Het zijn enkel voorbeelden van wat kinderen schreven. Volwassenen kunnen even bladeren in Childrens’ Citizenship op deze webstek.
Daar blijven de kinderen meestal verborgen achter een pseudoniem.
Enkele van hun vrije teksten, oorspronkelijk in het Portugees, volgen hieronder in drie talen.
De Verboden Droom
Er was eens een weduwe genaamd Vera die woonde in een land waar dromen verboden was.
Het ging als volgt: op een dag verscheen er een man die Vera wilde doden, maar dat niet kon. Vera droomde dit echter en was doodsbang. Ze werd wakker en wist dat het een droom was. Ze sprak met de president, die een belachelijke wet maakte die dromen midden in de nacht verbood. Vandaar de titel van het verhaal: "De Verboden Droom".
De president kwam uit Portugal.
Leila
De Tovenares en de Heks
Er was eens een heel aardig meisje. Op een dag bood iemand haar 10.000 reais aan, maar het meisje weigerde het omdat de aanbieder een tovenares was. Ze wist dit omdat ze zelf een heks was.
Omdat ze een heks en een tovenares waren, ontdekten ze op een dag dat ze zussen waren. Ze besloten geen tovenares en heks meer te zijn en gaven de 10.000 reais aan de armen.
Ana Paula
Toen de sterren naar de aarde neerdaalden
Er was eens een walvis genaamd Antonieta. Ze leefde op de bodem van de oceaan.
Op een dag vielen er 10.000.600 sterren uit de hemel. Sommige stortten in de oceaan en vonden Antonieta.
De sterren en Antonieta overlegden:
- Het water is nu erg heet.
- We zijn uit de ruimte gevallen, die erg koud is. We warmen alles steeds op.
- Maar als jullie niet weggaan, droogt alles uit.
- En als we de gaskraan dichtdraaien, kunnen we hier dan blijven?
- We moeten eerst kijken of de zee kouder wordt.
- En laten we eens met de bewoners van de oceaan praten.
De bewoners stemden toe en sindsdien zijn ze zeesterren geworden.
(Gebaseerd op een tekst van Ana Margarida)
Er was eens een zeehond die in de zee werd geboren. Op een dag kwamen er drie octopussen die haar vastgrepen. Ze riep uit:
"Broeder, broeder, help mij alstublieft!"
De broer riep:
"Mama, mama, zus is in gevaar!"
"Wacht, zuster, ik kom eraan, zusje!"
Na een tijdje doodde de broer de drie octopussen.
Ze leefden een tijdje verdrietig omdat ze de octopussen hadden gedood.
Maar toen boden ze hun excuses aan bij de octopusfamilie, en iedereen leefde nog lang en gelukkig.
Ana Paula
De verboden relatie
Er was eens een meisje.
Haar naam was Sônia en op een dag ging ze naar Roberto.
Hij zei:
- Wil je met me uitgaan?
- Nee, want mijn tante staat het niet toe.
Roberto was nog niet oud genoeg om te daten.
Na verloop van tijd konden ze samen zijn.
Pedro Miguel
De Vogel
Er was eens een vogel. Een vogel die niets wist. Op een dag ging de vogel naar school.
Iedereen lachte hem uit, maar de betovering werkte averechts, en dit is wat er gebeurde.
Op een dag ging de vogel weer naar school, maar hij was al veranderd; hij was volwassen, hij was slim, en de anderen zaten nog in de eerste klas terwijl de vogel al op de universiteit zat.
Hij hield van wiskunde; in de vierde klas deed hij alleen maar wiskunde, maar hij maakte ook leesvaardigheid oefeningen. De vogel wilde wiskundeleraar worden, dus werd hij leraar, en de leerlingen waren erg goed in wiskunde, en zo eindigde het verhaal.
Ana Margarida
De kat die een meisje was
Er kwam een jongen langs. De jongen zag een heks. De jongen zei tegen de heks: “O jij, is het waar dat deze kat een meisje was?”
De heks veranderde de jongen in een kat en hij werd verliefd op de kat van de heks.
Einde
Ruben
De deerne Mariana
Er was eens een deerne genaamd Mariana. Op een dag ging Mariana naar de tuin en zag een prins genaamd Marco. Hij zei: "O, meisje," en Mariana bloosde. Maar de koning, haar vader, was tegen de verloving en mocht de jongen niet.
Op een dag zei de koning: "Mag ik even met u spreken?" Ze antwoordde: "Ja."
"Het gaat over die jongen. Ik mag hem niet; hij heeft geen goede eigenschappen. Tegen elk meisje dat verschijnt, zegt hij: 'O, deerne,' en doet alsof hij een prins is!"
En hij vroeg Mariana: "Is dat waar?"
De koning kondigde een bal aan waar ze een bruidegom kon kiezen.
Maar hij was verliefd op Mariana, en ze vluchtte met hem weg.
De koning stond hen toe te trouwen, en ze leefden nog lang en gelukkig.
Leila 15.10.2001
Het fornuis en het huis
Er was eens een huis met een fornuis. Op een dag liep het fornuis weg.
Toen de vrouw naar de keuken ging, riep ze:
"Mijn fornuis, waar is het?!"
En het huis, in plaats van te antwoorden, liep ook weg.
Het fornuis kwam terug, en toen trouwden het huis en het fornuis en leefden ze nog lang en gelukkig.
Tatiana Helena
De Heks van Rua do Monte
Er was eens een meisje met blond haar, Grace. Ze lachte altijd.
Op een dag ging een oude vrouw met zwart haar, grote ogen en heel lange nagels wonen in een huis gemaakt van snoep: lolly's, kauwgom,...
De volgende dag ging de heks – want de oude vrouw was een heks – naar de wijk Flor, waar Graça woonde.
De heks zei: "Laten we naar de kamer van je oma gaan." Maar ze ging naar de kamer van haar moeder! De heks sprak een toverspreuk uit waardoor Graça in een kikker veranderde. De mensen op Rua do Monte waren allemaal stomverbaasd, want ze hoefden maar één keer haar aan te raken, en dat waren er heel veel. Maar ze raakte haar aan en uiteindelijk veranderde ze ook in zichzelf, en de heren en dames van Rua do Monte werden weer mens.
Graça werd een heks, een gevaarlijke heks. Maar toen ze niet meer lachte, werd ze weer een goed mens. Ze had maar één wens: een heks te zijn.
In haar jaren ging haar wens in vervulling en was ze gelukkig.
Mário Sérgio 19.09.2001
De bruiloft
Op een dag zag Doornroosje de prins van Sneeuwwitje praten met de Kikkerprins, die zei:
"Ik denk erover om met Sneeuwwitje te trouwen, ik wil graag dat jij de verlovingsring uitkiest."
Sneeuwwitje zat met Doornroosje op het balkon en ze keken samen naar verlovingsringen voor mannen in een tijdschrift. Zonder het te weten, gingen ze allemaal naar dezelfde winkel.
Sneeuwwitje was dolblij met haar jurk, die mooier was dan die van alle andere bruiden.
Ze was zo gelukkig. Aan het einde van de bruiloft wilde ze alleen maar roepen: "Dit is mijn gelukkigste dag!"
Drie dagen later gingen ze op huwelijksreis, kregen daar twee kinderen en leefden nog lang en gelukkig.
Gisela Margarida Santos Simões.
Sommige dingen rijmen en de rest niet
Het rijmt niet, maar het zal roeien
man, het zal reizen
het gooit je in de zee...
en het zal verdrinken rijdend
* * *
Het is geen paard,
het is een cowgirl, een vriendin van de haan
Ze draagt de dennenboom.
Het rijmt niet, maar het laat je lachen
De hen is een gladiator
en de haan is een visser.
De kuikens komen uit het ei
en waar komt de hen vandaan?
De vis zwemt
en de hen zwemt
en de haan blijft aan de poot grijpen.
Ruben
De school
Er was eens een leraar met 25 leerlingen, en ze maakten veel lawaai. Op een dag viel hij flauw en moest naar het ziekenhuis. De lerares die de jongens lesgaf, was een heel sterke en dikke vrouw met zo'n diepe stem dat alle jongens hoofdpijn kregen.
14 november 2001 Hugo
De Pompoen
Er was eens een pompoen die heel oranje was, maar die kon alleen trouwen met oranje groenten en fruit. Hij werd verliefd op een raap, die wit en paars was, maar hij had gehoord dat je niet met een raap kunt trouwen; je kunt alleen trouwen met een wortel, een sinaasappel, een kaki, een mispel of een mandarijn. Dus trouwde hij met alle vijf groenten en fruitsoorten.
Ana Paula
De Popcornster
Er was eens een kip genaamd Mili. Ze was dol op popcorn maken. Ze had veel vrienden. Op een dag gaf ze een feestje en nodigde haar vrienden uit.
Er was zóveel popcorn op het feestje, zóveel dat het huis niet meer vol zat. Het huis stroomde over. Het was een rivier van popcorn die door het bos stroomde.
De kikker Lamba-lama riep uit:
"Wat is dit?"
En toen:
"Help! Je bent verdronken in de popcorn!"
De kippen gingen naar de begrafenis van de kikker.
Ze legden popcorn op het graf en... aten popcorn!
Tatiana Helena met de hulp van de groep
Enkele gemengde verhalen
Er was eens een prinses genaamd Doornroosje. Op een dag ging Sneeuwwitje haar bezoeken vanwege de betovering van de heks Adelheid, die haar voor honderd jaar in slaap had gebracht.
De prins van Sneeuwwitje ging haar ook bezoeken; toen kwam de wolf, die wachtte tot iedereen weg was zodat hij de boze koningin kon roepen. Hij vroeg of hij Doornroosje mocht kruiden om haar op te eten, omdat hij al een week niets gegeten had.
Maar ze werden betrapt en naar de kerkers gebracht. Doornroosje werd wakker en ze leefden nog lang en gelukkig, behalve de wolf, de heks en de koningin. Die drie leefden voor eeuwig in droefheid.
Leila
De zeemeermin
Er was eens een heel mooie zeemeermin.
Als dieven haar zagen, werden ze helemaal gek van haar. Ze durfden zelfs geen huizen meer te beroven.
Ik vraag me af: "Waarom zou ik niet in dit verhaal voorkomen?"
Als ik dat deed, had ik haar allang ten huwelijk gevraagd.
Helaas is het maar een verhaal.
Ivan
Het jaar 2150
Als we allemaal eens zouden nadenken over hoe het nieuwe jaar 2150 eruit zal zien. Hetzelfde als het voorgaande jaar?
Laten we ons eens voorstellen:
– knallende flessen,
– feestjes, hapjes, nachtclubs, ...
En wat als ze in plaats van vuurwerk geld zouden gooien;
en wat als het nieuwe jaar het oude jaar zou worden, en het nieuwe jaar niet eens zou beginnen.
We zouden heen en weer gaan naar 2002, 2001, 2000, we zouden steeds jonger worden en we zouden terug in de baarmoeder van onze moeder kunnen zijn, of misschien zouden noch onze moeder noch wij bestaan. We weten niet hoe het nieuwe jaar 2150 eruit zal zien…
En wat als we eens nadenken over hoe het leven eruit zal zien in het jaar 2950? Misschien rijden we geen auto's meer, dragen we ijzeren kleren en hebben we robotdienaren. Op scholen hebben we misschien elektronische stoelen en elektronische whiteboards. Misschien hebben we auto's zonder wielen en ronde huizen; We weten niet hoe het leven er in het jaar 2950 uit zal zien...
Leila, januari 2002
WANNEER MAG IK NAAR SCHOOL?
Er was eens een meisje dat alleen maar droomde van naar school gaan. Maar het probleem was dat ze pas 5 jaar oud was. 's Nachts droomde ze dat ze in de school was. Ze liep het klaslokaal binnen en zag de juf daar. Zodra ze in haar droom begon te spelen, maakte haar moeder haar wakker. Het meisje zei: "Ik ben op school." Maar ze lag nog in bed. Haar moeder antwoordde: "Maak je geen zorgen, je wordt vandaag 6 en morgen ga je naar school." Dus ging ze naar school en vond het leuk.
Gisela
Elk hun moeder
Er waren eens vier kleine seizoenen, genaamd Bloem, Zon, Bladeren en Sneeuw.
Op een dag kwam Isaltino langs en vroeg:
- Hoe heten jullie?
Ze antwoordden:
- Bloem, Zon, Bladeren, Sneeuw.
Toen vroeg Isaltino aan de Bloem:
- Hoe heet je moeder?
De Bloem antwoordde:
- Lente.
Isaltino vroeg aan de Zon:
- Wie is je moeder?
De Zon antwoordde:
- Zomer.
Isaltino vroeg aan de Bladeren:
- Wie is je moeder?
De Bladeren antwoordden:
- Herfst.
Toen vroeg Isaltino aan de Sneeuw:
- Wie is je moeder?
De Sneeuw antwoordde:
- Winter.
Toen vroegen de vier kleine seizoenen:
- Wie is je moeder?
Isaltino antwoordde:
- Politiek.
En elk van hen woonde bij zijn moeder.
Gisela
De Drie Wolven.
Er waren eens drie wolven.
Op een dag gingen ze huizen bouwen. De eerste wolf maakte een huis van stro, de tweede wolf een van hout en de derde wolf een van baksteen. Er kwam een Grote Boze Varken langs, liep rechtstreeks naar het strohuis en zei:
– Wolf, kleine wolf, laat me binnen.
Maar de eerste wolf antwoordde:
– Bij de haren op mijn neus, ik zweer dat ik je niet binnenlaat.
– Dan blaas ik je huis weg, zei de Grote Boze Varken.
Hij liep rechtstreeks naar het houten huis.
– Kleine wolf, kleine wolf, laat me binnen, zei de Grote Boze Varken.
Maar de tweede kleine wolf zei:
– Bij de haren op mijn neus, ik zweer dat ik je niet binnenlaat.
“Dan blaas ik je huis weg, de lucht in,” zei de Grote Boze Varken.
En hij gooide het huis hoog de lucht in. Maar het derde wolfje zei:
"Bij de haren op mijn neus, ik zweer dat ik je niet binnenlaat."
"Dan blaas ik je huis de lucht in," zei het Grote Boze Varken.
Dus blies hij, maar hij kon het huis niet de lucht in blazen.
Het Grote Boze Varken klom op het dak van het huis en ging door de schoorsteen naar beneden. Tsjoek, tsjoek!
En dat was het einde van het Grote Boze Varken.
Paula
De Droom
Er was eens een meisje dat dokter wilde worden, maar ze was erg arm. Daarom moest ze als huishoudster werken.
Maar op een dag, toen ze vrij was, zei een goede vriendin van haar:
"Als je een wens hebt die nog niet is uitgekomen, is er een heer die wensen vervult."
En ze ging naar hem toe en vroeg hem haar wens te vervullen, want ze wilde dokter worden.
De volgende dag kwam er een brief waarin stond dat er een vacature was en dat ze kon solliciteren als ze wilde. En ze ging.
Marlene.
Waarom?
Waarom is de zee zout?
Waarom is de zon geel?
Waarom waait de wind?
Waarom is er dag en nacht?
Waarom regent het?
Waarom is er beweging?
Waarom is er belang?
Waarom zijn er periodes?
Waarom zijn er wolken?
Paula
Português
Desde La Salle e Lancaster, tem sido dominante a afirmação recorrente de que todas as crianças devem aprender tudo da mesma forma. Também e sobretudo entre aqueles que decidem sobre a educação, mas que não a estudaram necessariamente. O que Napoleão pretendia com a escola homogeneizada, em que todas as crianças fazem exactamente a mesma coisa exactamente ao mesmo tempo, é ainda o sonho dos governantes autocráticos que, mesmo que tenham aprendido alguma coisa sobre pedagogia, nunca quiseram compreender a arte de aprender (a matética de Comenius) e adoptaram para a abordagem didáctica não um modelo de educere, mas apenas um modelo de educare. Apesar dos discursos politicamente corretos, estes decisores políticos não pretendem fazer com que as pessoas pensem criticamente, certamente não as crianças na escola. Isso invalidaria imediatamente a sua interpretação do conceito de poder executivo. Líderes partidários autocráticos não querem executar; querem decidir e controlar. Apesar das belas palavras, combatem o pluralismo usando a ditadura da maioria como ferramenta, no que considerem formas de governo democrático. Quando conseguem instalar uma partidocracia ou uma autocracia, criam eles próprios essa maioria e, na verdade, já não precisam de demos. Que demos, de preferência pouco instruído, siga acrítico quem os representa: afirmam decidir para o povo, não querem trabalhar com o povo. E isto é de facto possível assim que demos perde a capacidade de pensamento crítico e passa a seguir apenas influenciadores. Influenciadores em todo tipo de media, em discursos nacionais de reis ou presidentes, em debates parlamentares, em estações de TV ou rádio, ou num qualquer blog ou vlog patrocinado, numa rede social de curtas mensagens. E veja quantos apoiam erodir ainda mais a escola pública. O jovem que frequenta a escola meramente por obrigação, o administrador que burocratiza a escola, de preferência com muitas ferramentas modernas de IA, o investigador desatento confundindo sociedade desescolarizada com sociedade sem escolas. Então…
Ne rien dire que nous n’ayons fait. Foi isso que aprendi com Fernand Oury. Por acaso, folhei de novo alguns jornais de turma com meio século. Reli os textos das crianças dos 8 aos 10 anos com quem na altura trabalhava na escola pública de Outurela. Outurela é um bairro nos arredores de Lisboa composto maioritariamente por habitações sociais para imigrantes cabo-verdianos e portugueses, em parte Roma e por parte do interior do país. Aprenderam a escrever textos livres sobre tudo o que lhes passava pela cabeça. Textos livres significa que, na sala de aula, durante as aulas, tinham tempo e condições para escrever, por vezes com a ajuda de um cartoon para despertar a inspiração, mas principalmente porque o momentos de trabalho de língua portuguesa lhes ofereciam essa oportunidade. Os textos precisam de ser lidos. Por isso existam jornais de turma. Selecionei alguns. Aqueles que eram crianças na altura são agora adultos e provavelmente ainda têm o mesmo nome. Por isso, escolhi os textos com histórias inventadas, e não os relatos de acontecimentos presenciados por aqueles que eram crianças na época, e que, embora angustiantes, ainda eram de possível publicação. Outras histórias permaneceram no anonimato do grupo. Mas ainda tenho 24 edições do jornal de turma na minha biblioteca e arquivos com textos inéditos.
A linguagem arrogante e depreciativa sobre a escola que ouço com tanta frequência de adultos, infelizmente também às vezes por quem trabalha na escola, facilmente repetida e reforçada pelos influenciadores de todos os tipos anteriormente mencionados, foi a razão pela qual senti necessidade de republicar algo que apareceu no site da turma há 25 anos. Estou a dar apenas alguns exemplos do que então escrevemos. Os adultos podem de resto consultar a página Childrens’ Citizenship neste mesmo site.
Aí, em muitos dos textos publicados, as crianças ficaram escondidas atrás de um pseudónimo. Alguns dos seus próprios textos, originalmente em português, seguem abaixo em três línguas.
O sonho proibido.
Era uma vez uma viúva chamada Vera, que vivia num país onde era proibido sonhar.
Foi assim: um dia apareceu um homem que queria matar a Vera mas não conseguia. Mas a Vera estava a sonhar isto e assustou-se muito. Ela acordou e ela sabia que era um sonho. Ela falou com o presidente que fez uma lei estúpida que proibia sonhar em plena noite. Por isso é que o texto se chama “O sonho proibido”.
O presidente era de Portugal.
Leila.
A feiticeira e a bruxa
Era uma vez uma menina muita boazinha. Um dia, alguém ofereceu-lhe 10 mil contos, mas a menina não aceitou, porque quem os ofereceu era feiticeira. Ela sabia isso, porque era bruxa.
Como eram bruxa e feiticeira, um dia adivinhavam que eram irmãs. Deixaram de ser bruxa e feiticeira e ofereceram os dez mil contos aos pobres.
Ana Paula
Quando as estrelas desceram à terra.
Era uma vez uma baleia chamada Antonieta. Vivia no fundo do oceano.
Um dia, caíram 10.000.600 estrelas do céu. Algumas mergulharam no oceano e encontraram a Antonieta.
As estrelas e a Antonieta discutiram:
- A água, agora, ficou muito quente.
- Caímos do espaço que é muito frio. Estamos sempre a aquecer tudo.
- Mas se não se forem embora, vão secar tudo.
- E se fecharmos mais a torneira do gás, podemos ficar cá?
- Temos que ver primeiro se o mar fique mais frio.
- E vamos falar com os habitantes do oceano.
Os habitantes concordaram, e desde então elas tornaram-se estrelas do mar.
(o grupo, a partir de um texto da Ana Margarida)
Era uma vez uma foca que nasceu no mar.
Um dia vieram três polvos que a agarraram.
Ela gritou:
- Mano, mano, ajuda-me por favor.
O mano gritou:
- Mãe, mãe, a mana está em perigo.
Espera, mana, vou já para aí, maninha.
Passado um bocadinho, o irmão matou os três polvos.
Viveram tristes por algum tempo, porque mataram os polvos.
Mas depois, pediram desculpas à família dos polvos e ficaram todos felizes para sempre.
Ana Paula
O namoro proibido
Era uma vez uma menina.
Chamava-se Sónia e um dia ela foi ter com o Roberto.
Ele disse:
- Queres namorar comigo?
- Não posso, porque a minha tia não deixa.
O Roberto não tinha idade para namorar.
Com o passar do tempo, já podiam ficar juntos.
Pedro Miguel
O pássaro
Era uma vez um pássaro. um pássaro que não sabia nada. Um dia o pássaro foi á escola.
Todos gozavam com ele, mas o feitiço virou-se contra o feiticeiro e foi o que aconteceu.
Um dia destes o pássaro foi a escola mas já tinha mudado, já estava grande, era esperto, e os ainda estavam na lª classe e o pássaro na universidade.
Ele gostava da Matemática, ele na 4° classe só fazia Matemática, mas também fazia fichas de leitura. O pássaro queria ser professor de Matemática e foi assim, ele tornou-se professor e os alunos eram muito bons a Matemática, e foi assim que acabou a história.
Ana Margarida
A gata que era uma menina
Vinha um menino. O menino viu uma bruxa. O menino disse a bruxa: “Ó tu, é verdade que essa gata era uma menina?”
A bruxa transformou o menino em gato e ele apaixonou-se pela gata da bruxa.
Fim
Ruben
A donzela Mariana
Era uma vez uma donzela chamada Mariana. Um dia a Mariana foi ao jardim e viu um príncipe chamado Marco e ele disse: “Ó donzela,” e a Mariana ficou corada, mas o rei, pai dela era contra o namoro e não gostava do rapaz.
Um dia o rei disse: “Posso falar contigo?” Ela respondeu: “Sim.”
“É daquele rapaz , eu não simpatizo com ele, ele não tem qualidades. A qualquer rapariga que lhe apareceu diz: ‘Ó Donzela’ e faz-se de príncipe!”
E diz a Mariana: “Será verdade?”
O rei anunciou um baile para ela escolher o noivo.
Mas ele gostava da Mariana e ela fugiu com ele.
O rei deixou que eles se casassem e viveram felizes.
Leila 15.10.2001
O fogão e a casa
Era uma vez uma casa que tinha um fogão. Um dia, o fogão fugiu de casa.
Quando a mulher foi à cozinha, ela gritou e disse:
“O meu fogão, onde está?!”
E a casa, em vez de responder, fugiu também para longe da mulher.
O fogão apareceu e depois, a casa e o fogão casaram e ficaram felizes para sempre.
Tatiana Helena
A Bruxa da Rua do Monte
Era uma vez uma menina de cabelo amarelo chamada Graça. Estava sempre a rir.
Um dia, uma velha com cabelo preto, olhos grandes e unhas muito grandes, foi morar numa casa feito de doces: chupa, pastilhas, ...
Outro dia, a bruxa – porque a velha era uma bruxa – foi ao bairro da flor, onde a Graça morava.
A bruxa disse: Vamos para o quarto da tua avó; ela foi para o quarto da mãe! A bruxa fez um feitiço para a Graça mudar em sapo. As pessoas da Rua do Monte ficaram todos uns sapos, porque bastava-lhe fazer só um toque, eram logo muitos toques. Mas ela fez esses toques e acabou por fazê-lo em si próprio e os senhores e as senhoras da Rua do Monte ficaram outra vez humanos e humanas.
A Graça ficou uma bruxa, mais perigosa. Mas como já não ria mais, ficou outra vez boa humana. Ela tinha um desejo: era ser bruxa.
Nos anos dela, realizou-se o seu desejo e ela ficou feliz.
Mário Sérgio 19.09.2001
O casamento
Um dia a Bela Adormecida encontrou o príncipe de Branca de Neve a conversar com o príncipe Sapo, que disse:
– Estou na ideia de me casar com a Branca de Neve, preciso de ti para escolher o anel de noivado.
A Branca de Neve estava na varanda com a Bela Adormecida e elas estavam a ver, numa revista, os anéis de noivado de homem. Eles todos foram à mesma loja sem saberem.
A Branca de Neve ficou feliz por ter um vestido mais bonito do que todo as noivas.
Ela ficou tão contente No fim do casamento só apetecia-lhe gritar: hoje é o meu dia mais feliz.
Passado três dias eles foram a Lua de Mel, tiveram 2 filhos lá e viveram felizes para sempre.
Gisela Margarida Santos Simões.
Rima alguma coisa e o resto não
Não rima mas vai remar
homem, vai viajar
atira-te ao mar ...
e vai-te afogar a cavalgar
* * *
Não é cavalo,
é vaca vaqueira
amiga do galo
Leva o pinheiro.
Não rima mas mete a rir
O galinha é gladiador
e o galo é pescador .
Os pintainhos nascem do ovo
e a galinha nasce donde?
O peixe nada
e a galinha nada
e o galo fica a apanhar a perna.
Ruben
A escola
Era uma vez um professor que tinha 25 alunos e eles faziam muito barulho e um dia ele desmaiou e foi para o hospital e quem veio para dar aulas aos meninos foi uma professora muito forte e gorda que tinha uma voz tão grossa e todos os meninos ficaram com dores de cabeça.
14.11.2001 Hugo
A Abóbora
Era uma vez uma abóbora que era muito cor de laranja mas ele só podia casar com legumes e frutas cor de laranja e ela apaixonou pelo nabo que era branco e roxo mas ela ouviu dizer não podes casar com nabo só podes casar cenoura ,laranja, dióspiro, nêspera, tangerina e ele casou com os 5 legumes e frutos.
Ana Paula
A pipoqueira
Era uma vez uma galinha que se chamava Mili. Gostava de fazer pipocas. Tinha muitos amigos. Um dia ela fez uma festa e convidou os amigos.
A festa tinha muitas pipocas, eram muitas, que até não cabiam mais. Já estava a casa a transbordar. Era um rio de pipocas a atravessar o bosque.
O sapo Lamba –lama exclamou:
– O que é isto?
E depois:
– Socorro, porque se afogou nas pipocas.
As galinhas foram ao funeral do sapo.
Puseram pipocas na campa e... comeram pipocas!
Tatiana Helena com a ajuda do grupo
Algumas histórias misturadas
Era uma vez uma princesa chamada Bela Adormecida. Um dia, a Branca de Neve foi visita-la por causa do feitiço da bruxa Adelaide, que lhe tinha deixado a dormir 100 anos.
O príncipe da Branca de Neve também foi visita-la; depois veio o lobo que ficou a espera que todos saíssem, para ele chamar a rainha má. Pediu para temperar a Bela Adormecida para comê-la, porque não comia há 1 semana.
Mas foram apanhados, e foram para as masmorras. A Bela Adormecida acordou e viveram felizes para sempre, menos o lobo, a bruxa e a rainha. Estes 3 viveram tristes para sempre.
Leila
A Sereia
Era uma vez uma sereia muito bonita.
Os ladrões, quando a viam, ficavam loucos por ela. Nem iam mais assaltar as casas.
Pergunto eu: “Porque será que eu não entro nessa história?”
Se entrasse, já a tinha pedido em casamento.
Infelizmente é só uma história.
Ivan
O ano 2150
Se todos pensássemos como vai ser o ano novo de 2150. Igual ao ano anterior?
Imaginemos:
– as rolhas das garrafas a saltarem,
– festas, aperitivos, discotecas, ...
E se, em vez de mandarem foguetes, atiram dinheiro;
e se o ano novo se tornasse ano velho, não entraria o ano novo.
Íamos cada vez para trás 2002,2001,2000 ficaríamos cada vez mais novos e podíamos ficar outra vez na barriga da nossa mãe ou então, nem a nossa mãe existia, nem nós. Não sabemos como vai ser o ano novo de 2150…
E se pensarmos como vai ser a vida no ano em 2950? Se calhar não vamos andar de carro, vamos vestir roupas de ferro e vamos ter empregados robôs. Nas escolas, se calhar vamos ter cadeiras electrónicas e quadros electrónicos. Se calhar, teremos carros sem rodas e casas redondas, nós não sabemos como vai ser a vida no futuro de 2950...
Leila, janeiro 2002
QUANDO POSSO IR À ESCOLA?
Era uma vez uma menina que só pensava em ir à escola. Mas o problema era que ela só tinha 5 anos De noite sonhava, que estava dentro da escola. Entrava sala dentro e lá via a professora. Logo que sonhava que começava a brincar, a mãe acordou-a. A menina disse: “Estou na escola.” Mas estava na cama; a mãe respondeu: “Não te preocupes, hoje fazes 6 anos e amanhã vais para a escola. Então foi para a escola e gostou.
Gisela
Cada um com a sua mãe
Era uma vez 4 estaçãozinhas, chamadas Flor, Sol,Folhas e Neve.
Um dia, veio o Isaltino, que dizia:
– Como vos chamais?
Eles responderam:
– Flor, Sol, Folhas, Neve.
Então, Isaltino perguntou à Flor:
– Como se chama a tua mãe?
A Flor respondeu:
– É a Primavera.
O Isaltino perguntou ao Sol:
– Quem é a tua mãe?
O sol respondeu:
– É o Verão.
O Isaltino disse à Folhas:
– Quem é a tua mãe?
A Folhas respondeu:
– É o Outono.
Então o Isaltino perguntou à Neve:
– Quem é a tua mãe?
A Neve respondeu:
– É o Inverno.
Então, as 4 Estaçãozinhas disseram:
– Quem é a tua mãe?
O Isaltino respondeu:
– É a Política.
E cada um viveu com a sua mãe.
Gisela
Os três lobos.
Era uma vez três lobos.
Um dia, foram construir as suas casas. O primeiro lobo fez uma casas de palha, o segundo lobo fez de madeira, e o terceiro lobo, fez de tijolo. Veio de lá um Grande Porquinho Mau, foi direito a casa de palha, depois o Grande Porquinho Mau, disse:
– Lobo, lobinho, deixa-me entrar.
Mas o primeiro lobo respondeu:
– Pelo pelinho do meu focinho, juro que não te deixo entrar.
– Então vou soprar e bufar e atirar a tua casa pelo ar, disse o Grande Porquinho Mau.
Foi direito à casa de madeira.
– Lobinho, lobinho, deixa-me entrar, disse o grande Porquinho Mau.
Mas o segundo lobinho disse:
– Pelo pelinho do meu focinho, juro-te que não te deixo entrar.
– Então, vou soprar e bufar e atirar a tua casa pelo ar, disse o Grande Porquinho Mau.
E atirou a casa pelo ar. Mas o terceiro lobinho disse:
– Pelo pelinho do meu focinho, juro que não te deixo entrar.
– Então, vou soprar e bufar, e atirar a tua casa pelo ar, disse o Grande Porquinho Mau.
Então, soprou e bufou, mas não pôde atirar a casa pelo ar.
O Grande Porquinho Mau trepou ao telhado da casa e desceu pela chaminé. Chap, Chap!
E assim acabou o Grande Porquinho Mau.
Paula
O sonho
Era uma vez uma menina que queria ser médica, mas ela era muito pobre. Por isso ela tinha que trabalhar no “apoio de lar”.
Mas um dia em que ela estava de folga, uma senhora que era muito amiga dela disse:
– Se tens um desejo que ainda não se realizou, há um senhor que realiza os desejos.
E ela foi lá e pediu ao senhor que realizasse o seu desejo, porque ela queria ser médica.
No dia seguinte, veio uma carta a dizer que havia uma vaga, e que, se ela queria ir, podia ir. E ela foi.
Marlene.
Porquê?
Porque é que o mar é salgado?
Porque é que o sol é amarelo?
Porque é que o vento sopra?
Porque é que há dia e noite?
Porque é que há chuva?
Porque é que há movimento?
Porque é que há importância?
Porque é que há pontos finais?
Porque é que há nuvens?
Paula
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