BiblioESA2: desafio camoniano

<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLxZmLWwOQWfEmqBKsLMKIv7rarS40A6fl9YcJTSgs78BSSGW0uw9ahe5xkkhJvDY64u7bbmG-_IBeelTyhknO05WGz7XROxesgy0v8Cz7HkTihFJisfaSIDHBpUTMykYXdLwuzVJ-ePBV8emKHEPLoDSbD5kr3yTYwntlhTplBs1-NUQZAyAysDoWTg/s305/participantes.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="305" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLxZmLWwOQWfEmqBKsLMKIv7rarS40A6fl9YcJTSgs78BSSGW0uw9ahe5xkkhJvDY64u7bbmG-_IBeelTyhknO05WGz7XROxesgy0v8Cz7HkTihFJisfaSIDHBpUTMykYXdLwuzVJ-ePBV8emKHEPLoDSbD5kr3yTYwntlhTplBs1-NUQZAyAysDoWTg/s1600/participantes.PNG" width="305" /></a></div><p></p><p data-end="365" data-start="182"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ao imaginarmos </span><strong data-end="215" data-start="197" style="font-family: georgia;">Luís de Camões</strong><span style="font-family: georgia;"> a passear pelas paisagens únicas de </span><strong data-end="262" data-start="252" style="font-family: georgia;">Arouca</strong><span style="font-family: georgia;">, lançámos um desafio:</span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong data-end="363" data-start="287">"E se Camões tivesse passado por aqui? Que recantos o teriam inspirado?"</strong></div>
</span><p></p><p data-end="624" data-start="367" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Convidámos a comunidade a olhar para a nossa terra com olhos de poeta e a captar, através de uma fotografia, <strong data-end="518" data-start="479">paisagens dignas de verso camoniano</strong> — o rio sereno, as montanhas imponentes, os campos verdejantes ou um recanto especial que tocasse a alma.</span></p><p data-end="917" data-start="626"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong data-end="671" data-start="629" style="font-family: georgia;">Sete participantes aceitaram o desafio</strong><span style="font-family: georgia;"> e enviaram-nos as suas fotos, acompanhadas de versos do grande poeta. A todos eles, o nosso agradecimento pela inspiração e sensibilidade!</span></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Todas as participações estão agora disponíveis para serem apreciadas — <strong data-end="916" data-start="889">não deixem de espreitar</strong>.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Participantes:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>7. Martim Moreira, 5.º D</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdK4qEgSWelLJOsje15HYkQzVtP14YGvzfxGmkdz4B2hpfLEwaNMYRkjNGXnYlwZxebeuVeAoNTZurJTMYs7MeklmdH9lQMVAUQwsc3Qq9SpogwXeIgi3tb9NFEqlUt9fysqEjMcDoZCTXtgIlGMosUqsEagS_Zhrb52S4VBfIAER-UzCCRY_zr1tioE/s1350/67f2272e-c098-4dc8-a5fa-c0abd71cfbec.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1350" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdK4qEgSWelLJOsje15HYkQzVtP14YGvzfxGmkdz4B2hpfLEwaNMYRkjNGXnYlwZxebeuVeAoNTZurJTMYs7MeklmdH9lQMVAUQwsc3Qq9SpogwXeIgi3tb9NFEqlUt9fysqEjMcDoZCTXtgIlGMosUqsEagS_Zhrb52S4VBfIAER-UzCCRY_zr1tioE/w469-h235/67f2272e-c098-4dc8-a5fa-c0abd71cfbec.png" width="469" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"<i>A fermosura desta fresca terra,</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;"><i>de onde toda a tristeza se desterra</i>"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>6. Gabriel da Costa Duarte, 5.º D</b></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOB27ac9h5xL-JzVhy2MIhlkyWH9ISKdiF6ZOK1NazVX4SODBZ7KxbcLffm-PdjilVY0wYdc2K2ZTGG45ZLQJQMduNyzp4yJ5Zaxn-l-GsxyxyceVH61f3iZwYtgSENkbGg7uULQ0w_CWiCyum0H34D_VQEmpUY-5Shcq8iOkMZTkj7RG-xmbJ8ZwghPI/s580/image%20(1).png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="546" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOB27ac9h5xL-JzVhy2MIhlkyWH9ISKdiF6ZOK1NazVX4SODBZ7KxbcLffm-PdjilVY0wYdc2K2ZTGG45ZLQJQMduNyzp4yJ5Zaxn-l-GsxyxyceVH61f3iZwYtgSENkbGg7uULQ0w_CWiCyum0H34D_VQEmpUY-5Shcq8iOkMZTkj7RG-xmbJ8ZwghPI/w371-h394/image%20(1).png" width="371" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: xx-small;">imagem <a href="https://www.uf-aroucaeburgo.pt/autarquia/noticias/33-inauguracao_do_memorial_com_vida" target="_blank">daqui</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"<i>Amor é fogo que se arde sem se ver</i>"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>5. Francisco Cunha, 9.º E</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj0aA07s3jE0tfFtOfnzDh4SAj6z4Dg9gYLrBbK4k40VMPRCViMqGbgLSx7g8NXC6_iQXp953mUNfFfDllzPDXVYgLxgqPr-juv2qu5AE1dAj5jf6IZ2u5yzwvaAAU5OmBpva10EP4isMnPzTNmyfIbk3SIF_MCyyGkx-CW-lKyZDdux83f3Rgk1YoXQA/s701/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="526" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj0aA07s3jE0tfFtOfnzDh4SAj6z4Dg9gYLrBbK4k40VMPRCViMqGbgLSx7g8NXC6_iQXp953mUNfFfDllzPDXVYgLxgqPr-juv2qu5AE1dAj5jf6IZ2u5yzwvaAAU5OmBpva10EP4isMnPzTNmyfIbk3SIF_MCyyGkx-CW-lKyZDdux83f3Rgk1YoXQA/w406-h540/image.png" width="406" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"<i>Campo, que te estendes </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Com verdura bela;</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Ovelhas, que nela</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Vosso pasto tendes,</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>De ervas vos mantendes</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Que traz o Verão,</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>E eu das lembranças</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Do meu coração.</i>"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>4. Pedro Azevedo</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47e35A4Z2D16tFYICOQXOaPb4XFwYLVLSo_B2b3jsVGteAgeHDI6kj7uIvZtS0enYjAomHUrujTXDEJ5uz6KNH46p0vKSyWxEZlLKGIcbD1kaZqAELl4q8duK58t5qq3cRtw56hfXWz2u5YuegWWahS698_Ko9J_eYc4JgTxSl4BPYqvSVmknq7Mh8eI/s4000/pedro.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47e35A4Z2D16tFYICOQXOaPb4XFwYLVLSo_B2b3jsVGteAgeHDI6kj7uIvZtS0enYjAomHUrujTXDEJ5uz6KNH46p0vKSyWxEZlLKGIcbD1kaZqAELl4q8duK58t5qq3cRtw56hfXWz2u5YuegWWahS698_Ko9J_eYc4JgTxSl4BPYqvSVmknq7Mh8eI/w595-h267/pedro.jpg" width="595" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"<i>Que representa em terra um paraíso</i>"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>3. Ana Patrícia Rodrigues Patrão</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfA0Wf8XdI8-AfhvUdAywFmiFopyAQX4yORMyvJJlcOi8qcYtJInZtFl5yIP74e9Z8LQz5wGwBag4wGQzFtujNysAy2XZE4A5AW3O02jp3cRDtYojlcTJqwm-E3J1NMhNic1fyFjL9ZVTFwl3uU5Scocpb7MSunLj951FFN2BDpStRXtxnRFBcdXyX6gU/s1000/10042021-_DSC0357(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="800" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfA0Wf8XdI8-AfhvUdAywFmiFopyAQX4yORMyvJJlcOi8qcYtJInZtFl5yIP74e9Z8LQz5wGwBag4wGQzFtujNysAy2XZE4A5AW3O02jp3cRDtYojlcTJqwm-E3J1NMhNic1fyFjL9ZVTFwl3uU5Scocpb7MSunLj951FFN2BDpStRXtxnRFBcdXyX6gU/w380-h476/10042021-_DSC0357(1).jpg" width="380" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"<i>Faz serras floridas,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>faz claras as fontes:</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>se isto faz nos montes,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>que fará nas vidas?</i>" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">[Poema <i>Se Helena apartar</i>]</span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>2. Maria Fernanda Silva Correia</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHrY-PAbEKaKJztLr38MV0ykPZQxQbq1QuupGrsINJznQXX_EFHsgFsWNZZFWsNulzOkW8qncunX22hfxf0pwIfooKxNNPbkk-Aq7CSQSYKLfea5QUu8t_DJglPAIGxqNLypwkGmUgkUDoKA1veoYDevt-g2AuEcss9dHA7T7X9Qh5tpTzvCp0kPjMNM/s1440/FB_IMG_1743431169325.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHrY-PAbEKaKJztLr38MV0ykPZQxQbq1QuupGrsINJznQXX_EFHsgFsWNZZFWsNulzOkW8qncunX22hfxf0pwIfooKxNNPbkk-Aq7CSQSYKLfea5QUu8t_DJglPAIGxqNLypwkGmUgkUDoKA1veoYDevt-g2AuEcss9dHA7T7X9Qh5tpTzvCp0kPjMNM/w382-h509/FB_IMG_1743431169325.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"<i>De quantas graças tinha, a Natureza</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Fez um belo e riquíssimo tesouro, </i></span></p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>E com rubis e rosas, neve e ouro,</i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Formou sublime e angélica beleza!</i>"</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b>1. José Rosa</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisofG0SxgQofaB0pLHMu4AVN_FAgV3b55IwwowY4EeX3T35KTurnDWS7K-yrQgepiJrBKwUonFn4jVr5lfnWxYEFuC_eohazpgzCzLKgIiBXAyRSh95upRGLTrj5LeGFN9wpQ-4zrK2OZNoe4akXxGYCvFXwcc9t9nvDCia-COxaDJ6ga4B6ghHOZhgc/s1240/unnamed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="1240" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisofG0SxgQofaB0pLHMu4AVN_FAgV3b55IwwowY4EeX3T35KTurnDWS7K-yrQgepiJrBKwUonFn4jVr5lfnWxYEFuC_eohazpgzCzLKgIiBXAyRSh95upRGLTrj5LeGFN9wpQ-4zrK2OZNoe4akXxGYCvFXwcc9t9nvDCia-COxaDJ6ga4B6ghHOZhgc/w495-h372/unnamed.jpg" width="495" /></a></div></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"<i>Verdes são os campos de cor de limão:</i></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i><br aria-hidden="true" />Assim são os olhos do meu coração</i></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start;"><i>Campo, que te estendes com verdura bela [...]</i></span><span style="text-align: start;">"</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><b><p data-end="1014" data-start="919" style="color: black;">Como forma de reconhecimento, <span data-end="1011" data-start="952">um miminho especial chegará a cada um dos participantes</span>.</p><p style="color: black;"></p><p data-end="1149" data-start="1016" style="color: black;"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Obrigada por continuarem a caminhar connosco nestas aventuras poético-fotográficas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Camões teria certamente feito uma ode a Arouca!</div><p></p></b></span></div>