<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640</id><updated>2009-10-13T23:03:28.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Figueira da Foz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-5095225743311465349</id><published>2009-03-13T19:58:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:57:43.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Inquérito sobre cultura e património da Figueira da foz</title><content type='html'>Esta semana realizámos o Inquérito aos 12º anos e como esclarecimento deixamos aqui as respostas e respectivos resultados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/Sbq9c4XxF2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/88JpUzn-1xY/s1600-h/regthyju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/Sbq9c4XxF2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/88JpUzn-1xY/s400/regthyju.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312767014302979938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quantas freguesias compõem o município da Figueira da Foz?&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Em 1882, a Figueira da foz eleva-se da categoria de:&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;strong&gt;Cidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. O Forte de Santa Catarina foi construído com o fim de:&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;strong&gt;Defender a Barra de Buarcos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Existe Património Mundial na Figueira da Foz ?&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;strong&gt;Não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Identifica estas imagens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrEXoMCDRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4RAR63CQmZQ/s1600-h/paco+de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrEXoMCDRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4RAR63CQmZQ/s400/paco+de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312774620640840978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paço de Tavarede&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrEpSAHhBI/AAAAAAAAANA/plXJaQBCJk8/s1600-h/pelourinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrEpSAHhBI/AAAAAAAAANA/plXJaQBCJk8/s400/pelourinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312774923922932754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelourinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrE1rOPbWI/AAAAAAAAANI/1lG7qWR9uhg/s1600-h/castelo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrE1rOPbWI/AAAAAAAAANI/1lG7qWR9uhg/s400/castelo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312775136851488098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Castelo de Buarcos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrE93kXnFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3QxOEqHTniU/s1600-h/palacio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrE93kXnFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3QxOEqHTniU/s400/palacio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312775277604478034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palácio Sotto Mayor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Resultados dos inquéritos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrLsJgoTxI/AAAAAAAAANY/we7xD7ip5v4/s1600-h/estatisticas+inqu%C3%A9rito+AP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SbrLsJgoTxI/AAAAAAAAANY/we7xD7ip5v4/s400/estatisticas+inqu%C3%A9rito+AP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312782669764382482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Grupo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-5095225743311465349?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/5095225743311465349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=5095225743311465349' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/5095225743311465349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/5095225743311465349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2009/03/esta-semana-realizamos-o-inquerito-aos.html' title='Inquérito sobre cultura e património da Figueira da foz'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/Sbq9c4XxF2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/88JpUzn-1xY/s72-c/regthyju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-5916694356885680407</id><published>2009-03-09T10:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:58:07.242Z</updated><title type='text'>Mário Silva - 1/2 de vida e obra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn17XEL8mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xoZVphLBlc0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn17XEL8mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xoZVphLBlc0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303540436358132322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Silva&lt;/strong&gt; nasceu em 1929, em Coimbra, mas há décadas radicado na Figueira da Foz onde vive e trabalha na sua casa-atelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecido como um dos maiores artistas portugueses vivos e um espírito livre. Um artista excêntrico, obstinado, anárquico e contestatário. Nunca obedeceu a qualquer corrente. Assumiu um estilo independente e, não obstante, “conseguiu vingar”- o que, neste país, é obra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nunca me quis autoplagiar, ficar amarrado a um estilo único. Muitos fazem-no, pela necessidade de vender quadros, eu aposto na diversidade de técnicas”, &lt;/em&gt;explica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relacionado com inúmeros artistas, homens de letras e cientistas, de múltiplas escolas e movimentos de todo o mundo, tem promovido a divulgação interdisciplinar da arte, em diálogo permanente com as gerações mais jovens.&lt;br /&gt;O seu projecto é fazer da &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&gt; uma obra de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se no Centro de Artes e Espectáculos da Figueira da Foz uma exposição(&lt;strong&gt;Mário Silva - 1/2 século | obra &amp; vida Exposição Antológica&lt;/strong&gt;), que engloba cerca de 300 trabalhos, alguns dos quais nunca estiveram expostos em Portugal, mas também esculturas, desenhos e outros elementos demonstrativos da sua obra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestes a completar &lt;strong&gt;80&lt;/strong&gt; anos de vida e &lt;strong&gt;50 &lt;/strong&gt;de carreira artistica, é sem dúvida &lt;em&gt;"O maior/melhor figueirense vivo!"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Albúm Fotográfico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn2RAtsCSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e-FKHAMTpC0/s1600-h/IMG_2982+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn2RAtsCSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e-FKHAMTpC0/s400/IMG_2982+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303540808315308322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ficam sempre um pouco de perfume e alguns espinhos, nas mãos que oferecem rosas."&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Guiné Bissau '89/91&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn4C7UPQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_sNf2c5824A/s1600-h/IMG_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn4C7UPQ7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/_sNf2c5824A/s400/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542765371474866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn4V_lo6UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jZ4tnj3w5o4/s1600-h/IMG_2987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn4V_lo6UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jZ4tnj3w5o4/s400/IMG_2987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303543092935715138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apenas recolho o que a &lt;strong&gt;Natureza&lt;/strong&gt; me oferece."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn4vx24q5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/TGyWW7dN2vQ/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn4vx24q5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/TGyWW7dN2vQ/s400/IMG_2988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303543535926553490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn5BpnPSnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8U4_8rWaW4Y/s1600-h/IMG_2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn5BpnPSnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8U4_8rWaW4Y/s400/IMG_2991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303543842951088754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Assim está vivo, e assim está morto."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn5h-ix8-I/AAAAAAAAAII/OML6bYqWVEI/s1600-h/IMG_2993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn5h-ix8-I/AAAAAAAAAII/OML6bYqWVEI/s400/IMG_2993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303544398325347298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn5-xOmoLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c4FEkMMsCqM/s1600-h/IMG_3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn5-xOmoLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c4FEkMMsCqM/s400/IMG_3006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303544892967264434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoAgUstwvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/p2_iiNqK2B4/s1600-h/IMG_3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoAgUstwvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/p2_iiNqK2B4/s400/IMG_3030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552066494251762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estampei-me de &lt;strong&gt;carro&lt;/strong&gt;. Está ali para me lembrar que se conduzir não posso beber”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn8A_1u83I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ayMeSB9yQ8I/s1600-h/IMG_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn8A_1u83I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ayMeSB9yQ8I/s400/IMG_2997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303547130272478066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn8WOuQs5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/CbX-pbQVEcY/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn8WOuQs5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/CbX-pbQVEcY/s400/IMG_3008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303547495044920210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Colagem"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn6Uq8t3LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1Nz1RBYe5ww/s1600-h/IMG_2996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn6Uq8t3LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1Nz1RBYe5ww/s400/IMG_2996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303545269238750386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se um dia acontecer for velho&lt;br /&gt;pior se eu não chegar lá e se eu&lt;br /&gt;esticasse aí pelos 50 (de enfarte)&lt;br /&gt;mas um segundo antes um olhar antes&lt;br /&gt;eu haver sinal de que me vou&lt;br /&gt;eu não queria sentir tanto frio à&lt;br /&gt;noite na cama quando eu&lt;br /&gt;se põe a minha cabeça a emitir rúidos&lt;br /&gt;próprios particulares da guerra&lt;br /&gt;porque eu sei então que me transformo mal&lt;br /&gt;acondicionada essa lâmina lembrança&lt;br /&gt;e um polvo de gelo arrasta-se&lt;br /&gt;pelos meus pés"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pacheco '76&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Silva: o homem, o sonho e a obra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoADOuU8MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nho5Zh4WfB4/s1600-h/IMG_3023+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoADOuU8MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nho5Zh4WfB4/s400/IMG_3023+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303551566674194626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inês Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-5916694356885680407?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/5916694356885680407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=5916694356885680407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/5916694356885680407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/5916694356885680407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2009/03/mario-silva-12-de-vida-e-obra.html' title='Mário Silva - 1/2 de vida e obra'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZn17XEL8mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xoZVphLBlc0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-2482363387483287346</id><published>2009-02-17T00:15:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:58:20.758Z</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar na nossa cultura</title><content type='html'>No âmbito de Área de Projecto e organização do Grupo "Corta Palavras", realizamos ontem (16 de Fevereiro) uma visita de estudo ao Centro de Artes e Espectáculos.&lt;br /&gt;Afirma-se como um marco importante na nossa cidade a nível &lt;strong&gt;cultural&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Álbum Fotografico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sala de &lt;strong&gt;Fotografia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoEJslsxeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ez2okvvg_F4/s1600-h/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoEJslsxeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ez2okvvg_F4/s400/IMG_2906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303556075816797666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pitada de &lt;strong&gt;cidade&lt;/strong&gt; e um café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoEn77AoZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zqa06hVJrQ0/s1600-h/IMG_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoEn77AoZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zqa06hVJrQ0/s400/IMG_2911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303556595328786834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoFaSdL7iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jw1j0iqTtRM/s1600-h/IMG_2914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoFaSdL7iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jw1j0iqTtRM/s400/IMG_2914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303557460371172898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoFteasa1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/0ijY0Yb9Eks/s1600-h/IMG_2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoFteasa1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/0ijY0Yb9Eks/s400/IMG_2915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303557789999459154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;grande&lt;/strong&gt; auditório&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoGT3hj7BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DqQR4zJP75s/s1600-h/IMG_2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoGT3hj7BI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DqQR4zJP75s/s400/IMG_2933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303558449574177810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoGm2YkUBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LK51PcwIJ6s/s1600-h/IMG_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoGm2YkUBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LK51PcwIJ6s/s400/IMG_2937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303558775685533714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoG3d8qQVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZUkMu8b2CUM/s1600-h/IMG_2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoG3d8qQVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZUkMu8b2CUM/s400/IMG_2939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303559061183807826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoHOeLkUjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/M6GSH_INicg/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoHOeLkUjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/M6GSH_INicg/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303559456383324722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoHealvkpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PvQjOVkGpEU/s1600-h/IMG_2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoHealvkpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PvQjOVkGpEU/s400/IMG_2953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303559730297279122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camarins&lt;/strong&gt; e salas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoIFhkuSmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/93YJVhyu7a0/s1600-h/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoIFhkuSmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/93YJVhyu7a0/s400/IMG_2965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303560402186947170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoIc2d4CjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9DAvy3R6EvM/s1600-h/IMG_2958+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoIc2d4CjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9DAvy3R6EvM/s400/IMG_2958+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303560802932361778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoIwCP9eYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3PlYCyTBm-8/s1600-h/IMG_2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoIwCP9eYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3PlYCyTBm-8/s400/IMG_2962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303561132512737666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoJANNpViI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FYlEC5dPs20/s1600-h/IMG_2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoJANNpViI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FYlEC5dPs20/s400/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303561410333726242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;turma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoJ0uMcepI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BKEek-1ia6o/s1600-h/IMG_3035+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoJ0uMcepI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BKEek-1ia6o/s400/IMG_3035+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303562312540256914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Inês Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-2482363387483287346?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/2482363387483287346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=2482363387483287346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/2482363387483287346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/2482363387483287346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-olhar-na-nossa-cultura.html' title='Um olhar na nossa cultura'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SZoEJslsxeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ez2okvvg_F4/s72-c/IMG_2906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-7786704916810545973</id><published>2009-01-26T10:53:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:58:46.645Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SX2XUX3DotI/AAAAAAAAACg/NBVrKlngyks/s1600-h/figueira+nossa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SX2XUX3DotI/AAAAAAAAACg/NBVrKlngyks/s400/figueira+nossa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295555113115689682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentamos aqui o projecto que começamos hoje. &lt;strong&gt;Figueira Nossa &lt;/strong&gt;é um blogue onde poderão encontrar informações relativas ao património figueirense e outros assuntos interessantes.&lt;br /&gt;Pretendemos assim a divulgação do nosso blogue. &lt;br /&gt;Esperemos que gostem e que vos alerte á importância da nossa cidade. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.figueiranossa.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Grupo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-7786704916810545973?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/7786704916810545973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=7786704916810545973' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/7786704916810545973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/7786704916810545973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2009/01/apresentamos-aqui-o-projecto-que.html' title=''/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SX2XUX3DotI/AAAAAAAAACg/NBVrKlngyks/s72-c/figueira+nossa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-5881639481400249591</id><published>2009-01-25T20:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:17:54.988Z</updated><title type='text'>Um paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_2D-8bLv0E&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_2D-8bLv0E&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caminhar ao acaso por uma cidade como a &lt;strong&gt;Figueira da Foz &lt;/strong&gt;pode ser uma verdadeira "viagem" ao desconhecido. Um mar com "nuances" inesperadas, um rio pejado de beleza, um pôr-do-sol sempre único apesar de diário, um rosto que carrega em si a vida que muitas vezes lhe foi negada. Mas também as ruas tristes e muitas vezes esquecidas, os cantos e recantos de uma terra sempre igual, sempre diferente, sempre em construção. Esta viagem pode ser um exercício de descoberta ou simplesmente...um encontrar-se com algo que sempre lá esteve e nem sempre nos damos conta..."  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bela Coutinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Inês Marques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-5881639481400249591?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/5881639481400249591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=5881639481400249591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/5881639481400249591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/5881639481400249591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2009/01/caminhar-ao-acaso-por-uma-cidade-como.html' title='Um paraíso'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-1635278084165184168</id><published>2009-01-05T10:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:46:15.801Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SWHk4s6bTxI/AAAAAAAAABk/he6ZrCNE8Jo/s1600-h/428577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SWHk4s6bTxI/AAAAAAAAABk/he6ZrCNE8Jo/s400/428577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287759100289699602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram-se as ferias !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh nãooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um periodo, mais testes, mais aulas, mais trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cy6nN_Iptc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cy6nN_Iptc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-1635278084165184168?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/1635278084165184168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=1635278084165184168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/1635278084165184168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/1635278084165184168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2009/01/acabaram-se-as-ferias-oh-nooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SWHk4s6bTxI/AAAAAAAAABk/he6ZrCNE8Jo/s72-c/428577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-9075346482521239870</id><published>2008-11-17T09:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:55:48.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Ante-projecto</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Objectivos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dar a conhecer a Figueira da Foz através da cultura, gastronomia, desporto, lazer,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mostrar os diferentes pontos da cidade que são desconhecidos e suas respectivas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Promover a imagem e o turismo de modo a despertar interesse pela cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Metodologias:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pesquisa e recolha de informações sobre os diversos locais da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elaboração de inquéritos sobre o conhecimento dos alunos respectivamente á Figueira da Foz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Realização de um concurso de fotografia, com o objectivo de seleccionar a que melhor representa a cidade. (projecto a desenvolver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Divisão de tarefas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Inês Marques &gt; Selecção e recolha de imagens/fotos&lt;br /&gt;- Adriana e Marion &gt; Recolha de informação e produção de textos&lt;br /&gt;- Todos os membros do grupo &gt; Publicação no blogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Calendarização:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1º Periodo - Elaboração do ante-projecto e sua apresentação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2º Periodo - Desenvolvimento do ante-projecto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3º Periodo - Apresentação do projecto final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Impacto - Produto final&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este projecto na disciplina de Área de Projecto, pretendemos divulgar e apresentar uma melhor imagem da cidade em que vivemos que nem sempre damos o devido valor.&lt;br /&gt;Temos por principal objectivo tornar mais interessante o conhecimento a nivel cultural, gastronomico, historico, entre outros. &lt;br /&gt;Assim, atraves do nosso projecto final, todos terão uma nova ideia da cidade em que habitam e como desfrutar das suas ofertas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-9075346482521239870?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/9075346482521239870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=9075346482521239870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/9075346482521239870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/9075346482521239870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2008/11/ante-projecto.html' title='Ante-projecto'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-8657792091518514909</id><published>2008-11-10T10:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:02:38.951Z</updated><title type='text'>coisas do cérebro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SRgTd4zFfAI/AAAAAAAAABc/1aMucSMpVho/s1600-h/1766880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SRgTd4zFfAI/AAAAAAAAABc/1aMucSMpVho/s400/1766880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266981168393583618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenta dizer as &lt;strong&gt;cores&lt;/strong&gt;, não as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;O lado direito do cérebro está a tentar dizer a cor, mas o lado esquerdo insiste em ler a palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais&lt;/strong&gt; coisas do cérebro...&lt;br /&gt;Só pssaoes epsertas cnsoeugem ler itso. &lt;br /&gt;Eu não cnogseui acreidatr que relmanet pidoa etndeer o que etvsaa lndeno. O pdoer fnemoeanl da mntee huamna, de aorcdo com uma psqueisa da Unvireisadde de Cmabrigde, não ipmrota a odrem em que as lteras em uma plavara etsão, a úcina cisoa ipmotratne é que a piremira e a útimla ltreas etseajm no lguar ctreo. O rseto pdoe etasr uma ttaol bnauguça e vcoê adnia pdoreá ler sem perolbmea. Itso pruqoe a mtene haunma não lê cdaa lreta idnvidailuemtne, mas a pvrlaaa cmoo um tdoo. Ipessrinaonte hien? É e eu smrepe pnenesi que slortaerr era ipmorantte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-8657792091518514909?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/8657792091518514909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=8657792091518514909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/8657792091518514909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/8657792091518514909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2008/11/coisas-do-crebro.html' title='coisas do cérebro'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SRgTd4zFfAI/AAAAAAAAABc/1aMucSMpVho/s72-c/1766880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-4001662455747940184</id><published>2008-11-03T08:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:34:44.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Praga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SQ698neuSzI/AAAAAAAAABU/hGpqBpqjQX0/s1600-h/1370491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SQ698neuSzI/AAAAAAAAABU/hGpqBpqjQX0/s400/1370491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264353863530335026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vamos falar da nossa viagem a Praga que fizemos no verão passado em Julho.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma experiência muito interessante, pois conhecemos novas culturas, a cidade e as pessoas dos diversos paises com quem convivemos durante uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;Ás 11h da noite tinhamos de nos recolher para os quartos, mas ficavamos sempre nos corredores a tentar falar com os outros colegas. De manhã ás 6h da madrugada tinhamos uma senhora despertadora a bater na porta para nos levantarmos. A vontade não era muita, mas com muito custo lá nos arrancava da cama.&lt;br /&gt;Com 30 minutos para nos preparar, apenas com uma casa de banho num quarto de 5 pessoas, chegavamos sempre atrasados ao pequeno almoço. Uma caneca cheia de café (água com borras) e pão com fiambe,queijo ou manteiga.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde tinhamos de nos reunir todos num pátio onde se realizavam jogos tradicionais de cada pais. Uma maneira de nos despertar para o dia que nos esperava.&lt;br /&gt;Á hora de almoco dividia-mo-nos em grupos de 10 pessoas para irmos almoçar a diversos restaurantes espalhados pela cidade. Sinceramente, só houve uma vez que comemos bem, apesar do calor infernal. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Á tarde, já com a barriga cheia voltavamos á pousada da juventude, faziamos uma 'sesta' e arrastavamo-nos pela cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi sem duvida uma experiencia a repetir. Pretendemos conhecer novos paises todos juntos e aproveitar uma semana ao máximo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-4001662455747940184?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/4001662455747940184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=4001662455747940184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/4001662455747940184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/4001662455747940184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2008/11/praga.html' title='Praga'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SQ698neuSzI/AAAAAAAAABU/hGpqBpqjQX0/s72-c/1370491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-337978699325052165</id><published>2008-10-27T10:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:39:09.904Z</updated><title type='text'>Ante-projecto</title><content type='html'>Bon journo! :)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foram-nos dados os tópicos que vamos ter de abordar em relação ao nosso projecto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Objectivos&lt;br /&gt;2- Metodologias&lt;br /&gt;3- Divisão de tarefas&lt;br /&gt;4- Calendarização(6 de Junho)&lt;br /&gt;5- Impactos - Produto final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em próximos posts iremos revelar o que vamos abordar ao longo do ano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-337978699325052165?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/337978699325052165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=337978699325052165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/337978699325052165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/337978699325052165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2008/10/ante-projecto.html' title='Ante-projecto'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-7212341233933490680</id><published>2008-10-24T14:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:42:51.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sao diferentes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SQHQ1h5r6BI/AAAAAAAAABM/AcqaUAkC65Q/s1600-h/IMG_2435+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SQHQ1h5r6BI/AAAAAAAAABM/AcqaUAkC65Q/s400/IMG_2435+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260715457797416978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não são diferentes por raças ou crenças, roupas ou brinquedos caros. Não são diferentes por palavras que todos os dias lhes confortam o coração e aconchegam a alma (embora, muitos nunca tenham sentido um abraço ou um simples beijo de boa noite), não são diferentes por olharem o mundo com beleza e viverem refugiados nos seus contos de fadas... não, não são. Diferentes talvez, por saberem dar um sorriso sempre que é preciso, acreditarem e moverem mundos diante das suas histórias, fantasias. Há tanto, mas tanto tempo que não via tanta inocência num simples olhar... há tanto tempo que não ouvia palavras tenebrosas de medo, que não sentia o cheiro à pureza, à ingenuidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;cliques em &lt;strong&gt;Itália&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, por Inês Marques.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-7212341233933490680?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/7212341233933490680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=7212341233933490680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/7212341233933490680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/7212341233933490680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-sao-diferentes.html' title='Não sao diferentes...'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SQHQ1h5r6BI/AAAAAAAAABM/AcqaUAkC65Q/s72-c/IMG_2435+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890020471054211640.post-7116179138038357206</id><published>2008-10-20T09:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:46:55.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SPxhmBE6IrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d7C7zH2MIag/s1600-h/1036664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SPxhmBE6IrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d7C7zH2MIag/s320/1036664.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259185770613842610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há cidades que nos marcam. Que nos deslumbram, onde deixamos pedaços de nós. Onde conseguimos sentir-nos em casa, por mais longe que estejamos. Mas nada, nada mesmo substitui a sensação que se tem quando regressamos, ou simplesmente estamos em casa. A luz, a sombra, as tonalidades, os recantos, as pessoas e as histórias que só o lugar onde moramos consegue ter. E é assim, sempre que esta minha cidade abre as portas a cada regresso. É este o lugar que não me canso de olhar, de saborear, de percorrer todos os dias. Aqui nasci, aqui cresci e continuo a viver, e aqui pretendo continuar até ao último dos meus dias, a coleccionar bons momentos, memórias, registos, fotografias e emoções. Ao virar de cada esquina, em cada porta ou janela que se abre, a cada atravessar da ponte, e sobretudo, a cada regresso a casa. À minha cidade. E a quem hoje - e sempre - comigo a percorreu, entre luzes mágicas e sensações de leveza e felicidade.                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;   ~ Inês Marques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     &lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nzVSmTJHVa"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nzVSmTJHVa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Bwk5F2/music/ufkiOBHv/anggun_summer_in_paris/"&gt;Summer in Paris - Anggun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890020471054211640-7116179138038357206?l=apro3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/feeds/7116179138038357206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890020471054211640&amp;postID=7116179138038357206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/7116179138038357206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890020471054211640/posts/default/7116179138038357206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apro3.blogspot.com/2008/10/nossa-cidade.html' title='Nossa cidade'/><author><name>uma cidade, uma vida.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252477704187517075</uri><email>mammamia.santos@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17831479587086962895'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BUO25EqZKTk/SPxhmBE6IrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d7C7zH2MIag/s72-c/1036664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>