<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:41:01.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love The Arts</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog to write and read in English, open to everyone who has a passion for the Arts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-4794979919042435592</id><published>2009-05-28T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:03:53.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at a painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/Sh5hedcGuRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oKaZzz1lqmY/s1600-h/titian38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340813384034466066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/Sh5hedcGuRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oKaZzz1lqmY/s400/titian38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the works I have asked my students for this term was to analyse a painting which had some human figures in it, and speculate on their feelings and expressions. There were some very good works of students who seem to have a special sensitivity to look at art. Here are some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is from Maria João Senos from 10ºJ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This painting is called “Mary Magdalene” and it was painted by Titian. The woman depicted here (Saint Mary Magdalene) has long, blonde hair and dark-colored eyes. Her skin is fair and she’s not very thin, though not extremely overweight, either. She is clutching her hair tight with one hand, and laying the other over her heart. Her hair, though covering up most of her body, leaves her breasts exposed.&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be looking up at something or someone and her expression shows sorrow. It also seems like she’s pleading.&lt;br /&gt;Psychologically, it seems that she’s a strong woman, but she’s in a moment of weakness in this depiction.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as Mary Magdalene is described in the New Testament as being a devoted disciple of Jesus, it might be that she’s looking up at him.&lt;br /&gt;The nakedness in which she is painted might indicate pureness or shame. It might also indicate “a beginning”, seeing as when you’re born and you “begin” your life, you have no clothes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-4794979919042435592?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4794979919042435592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=4794979919042435592' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/4794979919042435592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/4794979919042435592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-at-painting.html' title='Looking at a painting'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/Sh5hedcGuRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oKaZzz1lqmY/s72-c/titian38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-7896718173787490364</id><published>2009-05-08T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:43:07.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ART vs RECYCLING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SgP4iseN4RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DLhE1Zn8E60/s1600-h/seatbelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333379658673938706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SgP4iseN4RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DLhE1Zn8E60/s400/seatbelt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a very interesting cushion made of seatbelts. It can be bought through a London site. There are quite interesting ways for artists to use cheap materials in their concepts. Sometimes even useless materials. Useless to some but very useful to &lt;a href="http://www.superuse.org/"&gt;OTHERS&lt;/a&gt;. Have a look at some of these things and picture yourself using some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-7896718173787490364?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7896718173787490364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=7896718173787490364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/7896718173787490364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/7896718173787490364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-vs-recycling.html' title='ART vs RECYCLING'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SgP4iseN4RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DLhE1Zn8E60/s72-c/seatbelt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-8240284288179706322</id><published>2009-05-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:03:02.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SgP00tVZsrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wBS4j2Pj4G8/s1600-h/noblewebster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333375570096534194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SgP00tVZsrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wBS4j2Pj4G8/s400/noblewebster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Tim Noble and Sue Webster, &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/tateetc/issue9/emblemearthly_images.htm"&gt;Dirty White Trash [With Gulls]&lt;/a&gt;, 1998  six months’ worth of the artists’ rubbish }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not everything should be thrown away. Art and sustainable development can and should be perfectly compatible. One just needs extra creativity to turn the ugly, dirty and smelly into beautifully artistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-8240284288179706322?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8240284288179706322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=8240284288179706322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/8240284288179706322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/8240284288179706322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-of-waste.html' title='The Art of Waste'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SgP00tVZsrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wBS4j2Pj4G8/s72-c/noblewebster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-7767404836187265194</id><published>2009-03-25T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:39:31.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-it as Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is Carolina and Afonso's oral presentation on Post-it. It explains the beginnings of this type of notes, its evolution and then what they believed to be more interesting, the possibility of using pots-it notes as art. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/ScLo0rPuJFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/68-kN30fxzA/s400/clint.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone should have a place to sit and think about life. Most of all, everyone should reflect upon their old grudges and eventual remorse. Clint Eastwood's porch is a excellent way to start yet another great film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Different nationalities, ethnic groups, immigrants, social groups and races try to coexist in the same neighbourhood. Tension is as strong on the outside as inside this man, hardened by a present that has little to do with the values he grew up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once again, Clint Eastwood directs and plays in a great film, with a performance that brightens the screen. One could not say the same from the young actors but there's always a feeble beginning for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A drama/comedy with very good, coherent Portuguese subtitles, that will keep you waiting outside this porch until the very last minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-5752431027043900302?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5752431027043900302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=5752431027043900302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/5752431027043900302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/5752431027043900302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/03/clipart-gran-torino.html' title='Clipart - Gran Torino'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/ScLo0rPuJFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/68-kN30fxzA/s72-c/clint.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-3684926329407102441</id><published>2009-03-19T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:37:17.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picasso - E.E. Cummings</title><content type='html'>This is  hard task for the boldest. Try to translate this poem by E.E. Cummings. Choose one of Picasso's paitings to illustrate it. (IT'S A FREE TASK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picasso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picasso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you give us Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; which &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bulge:grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you make us shrill &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;presents always &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shut in the sumptuous screech of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simplicity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (out of the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; black unbunged &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something gushes vaguely a squeak of planes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; or &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;between squeals of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nothing grabbed with circular shrieking tightness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; solid screams whisper.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lumberman of The Distinct &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your brain's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;axe only chops hugest inherent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Trees of Ego,from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whose living and biggest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bodies lopped &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of every&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; prettiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you hew form truly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-3684926329407102441?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3684926329407102441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=3684926329407102441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/3684926329407102441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/3684926329407102441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/03/picasso-ee-cummings.html' title='Picasso - E.E. Cummings'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-607576466138244472</id><published>2009-03-01T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:22:37.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Falexandrasilva.arroio%2Falbumid%2F5308201974037352417%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;In the beginning of the year I thought of asking my students to produce some photos for an activity regarding St. Valentine's Day. During these first two months of the year, I have been receiving some of the photos together with a required caption starting "Love is...". Here we have the results. These are some of the views António Arroio students have about such a complex and ever enigmatic feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A special thanks to the web designer Daniel Eira, a good friend who is always willing to give a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-607576466138244472?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/607576466138244472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=607576466138244472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/607576466138244472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/607576466138244472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-7828618956667796110</id><published>2009-02-09T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:02:54.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some other songs</title><content type='html'>These are the songs from &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana from 10º E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Francisco Brites from 11ºC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the mind doesn't have any sense &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than what's needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body pays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body pays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it pay, let it pay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're enjoying...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the mind doesn't free itself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the frustations, inhibitions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that strength that tightens you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body suffers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The privations, mutilations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the mind is convinced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That it is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The eighth wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body suffers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body suffers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it suffer, Let it suffer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If that gives you pleasure...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the mind is in that confusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don’t know what to do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you swallow everything that appears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body fails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It fails without fighting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the mind rolls into the abyss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can’t control that nervousness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nail pays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nail pays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't stop gnawing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if it's hurting...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the mind doesn't have any sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you wear yourself out more than what's needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body pays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body pays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it pay, let it pay &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're enjoying...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And now Franscisco's version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the head has no judgment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you work hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than you need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body pays it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body pays it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it pay it, let it pay it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you’re enjoying…&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t free your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the frustrations, inhibitions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that force that tightens you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body suffers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The deprivations, mutilations&lt;br /&gt;When the head is convinced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That it is the 8th wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body suffers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body suffers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it suffer, let it suffer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If that gives you pleasure&lt;br /&gt;When the head is in a mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don’t know what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you eat all that comes to your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body is left there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And falls without resistance&lt;br /&gt;When the head rolls into the abysm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can’t control the stress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nail pays it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nail pays it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You won’t stop biting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if it’s hurting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the head has no judgment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you consume yourself more than you need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body pays it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The body pays it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it pay it, let it pay it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you’re enjoying…Let it suffer, let it suffer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If that gives you pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-7828618956667796110?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7828618956667796110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=7828618956667796110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/7828618956667796110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/7828618956667796110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-are-some-more-songs.html' title='Here are some other songs'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-8266788818590753925</id><published>2009-01-26T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:04:48.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portuguese songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were some very good songs written in English from the Portuguese lyrics suggested. This one turned ou very good. It's the known song from Clã, "Sopro do Coração" with lyrics by Sérgio Godinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Simplício's work, from 10ºJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“In The Breath Of The Heart” By Clã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, love is vain,&lt;br /&gt;It’s right and known,&lt;br /&gt;But then (why not),&lt;br /&gt;Why does it blow in the ear,&lt;br /&gt;The breath of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;If love is vain,&lt;br /&gt;Merely pain,&lt;br /&gt;Merely laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn abyss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the breath of the heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with this the wind blows insanely,&lt;br /&gt;And what was of the body,&lt;br /&gt;In a mess it blows insanely,&lt;br /&gt;And what was of the winged body,&lt;br /&gt;In the wings of the mess,&lt;br /&gt;Thus making you breathless,&lt;br /&gt;Just mere brises,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare ones,&lt;br /&gt;Rare ones,&lt;br /&gt;Rare ones …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lemon I cut in two,&lt;br /&gt;I get near the ear,&lt;br /&gt;To the freshness,&lt;br /&gt;To the noise,&lt;br /&gt;To a swim’s acidness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blood of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Pumping in vain,&lt;br /&gt;It’s his, alright,&lt;br /&gt;It’s that, alright,&lt;br /&gt;And in spite of that,&lt;br /&gt;It shivers the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the breath of the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one was by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ana Rita Antunes, 10ºA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it is a possible English version of "O Corpo é que paga", from António Variações:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When the head…When the head doesn’t have any sense.&lt;br /&gt;When you try harder than you really need.The body’s the one that pays.The body’s the one that pays.Let it pay, let it pay.If you’re enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;When the head just doesn’t set itself free,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the frustrations, inhibitions, all that force&lt;br /&gt;that keeps you binded,The body is the one that suffers.The intimacy, mutilation…When the head is convinced,&lt;br /&gt;That it is the eight wonder.&lt;br /&gt;The body’s the one that suffers.&lt;br /&gt;The body’s the one that suffers.&lt;br /&gt;Let it suffer, let it suffer.&lt;br /&gt;If it gives you pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the head is in that confusion,&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing what you should do,&lt;br /&gt;And you’re already everything you see.&lt;br /&gt;The body is the one that keeps,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps falling without resisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the head rolls into the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t control that nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;The nail’s the one that pays.&lt;br /&gt;The nail’s the one that pays.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t stop nibbling.&lt;br /&gt;Not even if it’s hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the head doesn’t have any sense.&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t know what’s really needed.&lt;br /&gt;The body’s the one that pays.&lt;br /&gt;The body’s the one that pays.&lt;br /&gt;Let it pay, let it pay.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;Let it suffer, let it suffer.&lt;br /&gt;If that gives you pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Let it sing, let it sing.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;Let it kiss, let it kiss.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;Let it scream, let it scream.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re setting yourself free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-8266788818590753925?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8266788818590753925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=8266788818590753925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/8266788818590753925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/8266788818590753925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/portuguese-songs.html' title='Portuguese songs'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-4256983433514896733</id><published>2009-01-18T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:02:51.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>Bearing in mind the topic of the mask and the English topic of pen-friends, the students were asked to write letters to an imaginary pen friend in a country of their choice. The letters written would have to respect a letter's normal stucture but also contain specific requirements: the student's description (physical and psychological), their hobbies and interests, the reasons why they chose to correspond with someone from that country. One very important thing- the students would have to describe themselves as their opposite. It was, basically, the opportunity to lie... a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the selection of the 3 best letters in each class, the teacher read them out loud and the colleagues assessed the work (without having any idea about who the letter was from) in terms of content, stucture and originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three winning letters, from the 3 classes from the 10th form were the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROM 10ºA - Filipa Luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear Jenna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really excited about changing correspondence with you, honestly. There are so many things I want to know about Japan. I’d love to visit it since I’m really young and I believe that this is a fantastic way of knowing this country a little better. But first let me introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Joss and I live in London, which is an amazing city by the way. I’m a really pessimist person, so you may never receive this letter. I absolutely love philosophy and astrology. My hobby is philately; I do enjoy collecting as many stamps as I can, so I would like to ask you if you can send me some stamps to my stunning collection. I love to listen to Britney Spears, Sean Paul…&lt;br /&gt;Although I don’t really like fashion, I usually go shopping once a week at the best shops in London and sometimes to other European cities, such as Paris and Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tall, dark haired and I have blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that you know me a little better I would like to ask you some questions. How’s life in Japan? Is it true that everything is really organized? These may seem silly questions but I’m truly interest in this aspect since I’m a very organized person, so this is also one of the reasons that made me choose your country. I would love if you could tell me how’s life in there, what are your customs and all that type of things. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From 10ºE, Susana Almeida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisbon, 01, December 2008&lt;br /&gt;Dear Conchita&lt;br /&gt;Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Trident, I live in Luanda, in Africa and I am a black girl with blond hair and purple eyes. I must be at least 1 meter 80 centimetres. Unfortunately I suffer from anorexia, and I think it is due to this disease, that I hate, absolutely hate eating. In two days, I only ate a crumb! But I can do that for a several weeks drinking it only with water. I think I was born to be anoretic, you know, here in my country there are dishes, which I don’t like, especially the Muamba. It is filthy, the only thing I like, so far, are okras, a wonderful satisfaction to me only by the smelling them!&lt;br /&gt;I think that my bad eating habits are constantly making me tired! Because I never smile, I don’t speak at school, I always say to my parents that I never talk to my colleagues in class, I must be a phenomenon! So I guess my best quality is my antipathy, arrogance, impatience, and my cynicism. Now I will tell you some of my faults, first comes the mistrust, too much selfishness, and indifference. I am a rare girl! Yes, because I don’t like to go shopping! My parents thank me, of course!&lt;br /&gt;Here in my country there are many insects and animals. The ones I like best are cockroaches. They have wings here in Africa, and they are such fascinating worms! They are able to survive a week without heads, they are fabulous. I like them so much that I have one as a pet, her name is Gigi, she is quite fun, jumps up to me, she even tickles me. To sum it up, big fun.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you should be aware of something. If you decide to visit Africa, beware, people find the lions, leopards, giraffes, elephants very funny but I don’t. They are very dangerous, and some of those carnivores are brutal killers. I don’t like them. In addition to playing with my cockroach, and saying bad things about wild animals, I love to read, all kind of books with the exception of Mafaldinha. I also like to polish shoes, and put the dishes in a dishwasher, but there are also things which I do not like doing, for example, to vacuum, to make the beds, to eat as I had said before, not to speak of watching TV - total boredom, the same with cooking!&lt;br /&gt;You should know enough of me to be scared. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;You know here in my country it is always too hot, that's why I’m writing to you, Chilean friend, tell me how it is living in a place where you have hot weather together with snow. I would also like to know your opinion on the islands of Easter, and I loved to go to Patagonia, have you already been there?&lt;br /&gt;I expect an answer soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hug.&lt;br /&gt;Trident&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From 10º J, Catarina Teixeira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello Andy! Can I call you Andy? Alright then!&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jessica, I’m 16 years old. I’m a short, but skinny, teenage girl. I have red hair and green eyes. I usually wear really colourful neon clothes, so you could spot me a mile away!&lt;br /&gt;I’m a very active and social person, and I always love to hang out with a crowd. I have to be popular! I need it! I know almost everyone at school (at least everyone who’s anyone) and my phone keeps ringing. The teacher already took my phone twice because it rang in the middle of class.&lt;br /&gt;Some weird kids at my school call me dumb and “preppy” (whatever that means). I don’t care though, they’re creepy and always wear black, gothic clothes, which I absolutely hate.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a cheerleader at my school. I love to exercise and move around like that. I also love the outfits! The skirts are to die for! And everybody watches us and cheers. It feels so nice to have everyone’s attention on you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write to you because I’ve heard so much and seen so many pictures of the Big Apple. It’s such a huge town! So busy and noisy. But so very interesting too. I would like to know how it is to live there, how is the life of a New Yorker.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, which clothe stores would you recommend?&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear from you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to say thank you to all the students and to congratulate them because there were some very creative and interesting letters in all classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-4256983433514896733?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4256983433514896733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=4256983433514896733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/4256983433514896733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/4256983433514896733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-6355533770179119178</id><published>2009-01-12T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:57:00.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a very interesting place in Lisbon, near the river, called Braço de Prata. It holds concerts, conferences and other types of shows, together with varied exhibitions. It has a restaurant, a bar and a large bookshop. Every 15 days there is a photographer there available to take your photograph in exchange for its use in a book/exhibition. The photographer's name is Fabrice Ziegler and the blog where you can find further information is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retratosasexta.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.retratosasexta.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday, the 23rd of January, the topic will be VANITY. You can go with some friends and take some object of your choice to convey a better idea of the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-6355533770179119178?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6355533770179119178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=6355533770179119178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/6355533770179119178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/6355533770179119178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/suggestion.html' title='Suggestion'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-7917770811486959088</id><published>2009-01-11T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:46:18.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If-clauses (Love vs Hate song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;introduce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sturcture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;clauses&lt;/span&gt; I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Melua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sailboat&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; YouTube&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;posted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;songs&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;frequent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;order&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;appeal&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;students&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;creativity&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;transform&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;clause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt;. Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;sent&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;non&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;advisable&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;sum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;students&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;10ºJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Simplício&lt;/span&gt;, Carolina Machado, Catarina Fagulha, David Marques &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Afonso Silva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x25F3-sR2Yo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you were a cowboy I would steal your horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you were a piece of wood, I'd use an axe to turn you into a toothpick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you were a sailboat I would tear your sails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you were a river I would dump chemical waste in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you were a house, I would burn you to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you were a preacher, I would scream Satan in front of your church all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If I was in jail, you'd be my prison guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If was a telephone, you'd put me in silent mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If I was in pain, you'd feel happier than ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If I was hungry, you'd let me starve to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If I was in darkness, you woudn't pay the electricity bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If I was a book, you'd tear all my pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-7917770811486959088?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7917770811486959088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=7917770811486959088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/7917770811486959088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/7917770811486959088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-clauses-love-vs-hate-song.html' title='If-clauses (Love vs Hate song)'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-8945386978089160164</id><published>2009-01-07T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:52:50.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanitarian Organisations</title><content type='html'>Here are some useful links from very important humanitarian organisations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/"&gt;www.unicef.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unifem.org/"&gt;www.unifem.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unfpa.org/"&gt;www.unfpa.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.un.org/"&gt;www.un.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnesty.org/"&gt;www.amnesty.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ami.org.pt/"&gt;www.ami.org.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unhcr.org/"&gt;www.unhcr.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/"&gt;www.doctorswithoutborders.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-8945386978089160164?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8945386978089160164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=8945386978089160164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/8945386978089160164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/8945386978089160164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/humanitarian-organisations.html' title='Humanitarian Organisations'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-4040211778425659369</id><published>2009-01-04T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:26:45.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral presentations - Angus Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SWD-k94o9TI/AAAAAAAAABc/4-2ZU8Vu3NY/s1600-h/andre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287505873573836082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SWD-k94o9TI/AAAAAAAAABc/4-2ZU8Vu3NY/s320/andre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;André Oliveira from 11ºC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dedided to give an oral presentation on Angus Young, a Scottish-born Australian music who is the lead guitarist, songwriter, and co-founder of the Australian hard rock band AC/DC. He is known for his energetic performances and for being among the best 100 guitarists of all time, according to the famous magazine Rolling Stone. On account of Angus Young outfit in the concerts and in order to make his presentation less difficult or more agonizing due to the constant use of the third person -s in the singular, André decided to dress himself as the guitarist. This strategy made his presentation more appealing to his colleagues, and made his life easier because he was able to use the first person singular. Transforming your presentations in debates, short performances or even role-plays can make them more interesting and bring some originality to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angus_Young#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-4040211778425659369?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4040211778425659369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=4040211778425659369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/4040211778425659369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/4040211778425659369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/andr-from-11c-dedided-to-give-oral.html' title='Oral presentations - Angus Young'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SWD-k94o9TI/AAAAAAAAABc/4-2ZU8Vu3NY/s72-c/andre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-5100034230801175070</id><published>2008-12-23T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:29:11.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral presentations - Ron Mueck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SVFoGWcfTkI/AAAAAAAAABM/hc3INL5fhXc/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283118296195878466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SVFoGWcfTkI/AAAAAAAAABM/hc3INL5fhXc/s400/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"A Girl" (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SVFm1ZoqTFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RhESYJa1TSI/s1600-h/two+women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283116905482832978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SVFm1ZoqTFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RhESYJa1TSI/s400/two+women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ron Mueck (Australian, b. 1958). &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Women, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mixed media, 33 1/2 x 18 7/8 x 15 in. (85.1 x 47.9 x 38.1 cm). Glenn Fuhrman Collection, New York&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283119681197695042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SVFpW9-p4EI/AAAAAAAAABU/4OvlKwr5xkU/s320/in+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;In bed&lt;/em&gt;, 2005 (Rollers in the air - Close-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is some information on Délia Micu's presentation from 10th E. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mueck's early career was as a model maker and puppeteer for children's television and films. Mueck moved on to establish his own company in London, making photo-realistic props and animatronics for the advertising industry.&lt;br /&gt;With the help of his mother-in-law, artist Paula Rego, Mueck got the breaks he needed. Rego watched him build a dragon sand castle for his two young daughters on a vacation to America and was amazed at what she saw. She asked Ron to make a model of Pinocchio for some drawings she was working on and the rest is history. Mueck is currently represented by some of the greatest galleries in the world, was invited to show at the 2001 Venice Biennale, and had one of his pieces recently sell for $800,000.&lt;br /&gt;The sculpture “Mask II” captivates me. The hair, wrinkles, veins, and skin imperfections bring this sculpture to life. Beautiful and yet repulsively eerie at the same time. Decapitated, tilted on its side, eyes closed. It looks disturbingly alive. Lips moist, skin rosy, hair neatly combed. The five o’clock shadow and wrinkles in the forehead seem to signify a hard day. Mueck's sculptures faithfully reproduce the minute detail of the human body, but play with scale to produce disconcertingly jarring visual images. He is brilliant in so many ways. I don't even believe that such kind of statue maker would be existed in this world and the most interesting thing is that he had no formal art training. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283117593862653282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SVFndeDMxWI/AAAAAAAAABE/Nl1Bl6vvUlo/s400/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MASK II", 2001-2002, The British Museum, Dimensions 1,600×1,200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-5100034230801175070?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5100034230801175070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=5100034230801175070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/5100034230801175070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/5100034230801175070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/mueck-ron-1958-ron-mueck-is-london.html' title='Oral presentations - Ron Mueck'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SVFoGWcfTkI/AAAAAAAAABM/hc3INL5fhXc/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-717843337359557719</id><published>2008-12-23T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:35:39.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song writer - mine or your language?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your homework, &lt;strong&gt;to be handed in until the 9th of January&lt;/strong&gt;, is the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choose ONE of these Portuguese songs and write it in English. Two different songs were chosen from each singer, one with a higher level of difficulty in the lyrics, another easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bear in mind that you might need to change some referents because they are typically Portuguese and you need to transform them into either American or British.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Piece of advice (sing it after you have translated it, to make sure it makes sense and the verses have the proper duration).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;THE SONGS ARE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Bairro do Amor" or "Dá-me lume" by Jorge Palma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"O sopro do coração" or "Problema de Expressão" by Clã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Estou além" or "O corpo é que paga" by António Variações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"O prometido é devido" or "Porto Sentido" by Rui Veloso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In "Porto Sentido" it is obvious the reference to a Portuguese city and that should be kept, of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-717843337359557719?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/717843337359557719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=717843337359557719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/717843337359557719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/717843337359557719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-writer-mine-or-your-language.html' title='The song writer - mine or your language?'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-6425220993527498305</id><published>2008-12-11T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:02:42.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One cigarrete - photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afonso Silva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from 10th J has also taken a photograph. It's the one with the ashtray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carolina Machado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from 10th J has taken a very nice photgraph to illustrate the poem "One Cigarette". Check it further down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-6425220993527498305?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6425220993527498305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=6425220993527498305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/6425220993527498305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/6425220993527498305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-cigarrete-photo.html' title='One cigarrete - photo'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-8661155884835347861</id><published>2008-12-01T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:04:11.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Presentations - Beryl Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/STPNi5DNCpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kZZ8XrWmHPI/s1600-h/beryl_cook_203_203x152[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274785587894487698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/STPNi5DNCpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kZZ8XrWmHPI/s320/beryl_cook_203_203x152%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/STPMEa-5shI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kHttJSF87jI/s1600-h/ges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274783964915675666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/STPMEa-5shI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kHttJSF87jI/s320/ges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Fur Coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dancing in the Bar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tamsin Oldroyd's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; presentation from 10ºE. It was a very well structured &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;speech about a Britsh artist and her work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beryl Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beryl Cook was an English artist who specialized in comical paintings of people, capturing the unique British humor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was born on the 10th September 1926 and died this year, 28th May in the place she spent most of her life, Plymouth, in the South West England. Her career had spanned 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting wasn’t the first choice of career for Beryl. When she was younger she was a “showgirl”, then went to work in fashion, which inspired her life long interest in the way people dress and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when she returned to England, after some time in South Rhodesia, now married and with a son that Beryl one day picked up her son's paint box and started painting on different textures including scraps of wood to even a breadboard.&lt;br /&gt;She now lived in Plymouth, which is a port city, bustling with life and activity. During the summer months she ran a theatrical boarding house, enjoying the local bars and watching the “drag acts”. She concentrated on her painting in the winter, based on these observations and was eventually persuaded by an art dealer friend to let him try to sell her work. To her surprise they sold very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she held her first exhibition in Plymouth, which led onto her work appearing in prestigious magazines, papers and television appearances leading on to her fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be said that not all galleries liked her work, but commercially she was very successful with the many prints, greeting cards (very popular with the British) and calendars, gaining lots of fans of her work, resulting in an OBE (Order of the British Empire) in 1995, a very high award given by the Queen, a recognition of her contribution to the art world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beryl was a slim, shy and private person, quite the opposite of the characters she painted. Her inspiration came from her observations in the bars, not only in England but from her travels to New York, Cuba, Paris, Buenos Aires and Barcelona. She was known to say that she was motivated to paint people enjoying themselves. The fact that her work made people smile brought her great satisfaction and contentment in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Beryl Cook for my presentation as she represents a different type of artist in comparison to the more traditional landscapes and “people” painters.&lt;br /&gt;She was lucky to rise to fame and fortune in her own lifetime unlike so many other artists who only after they are dead receive any recognition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-8661155884835347861?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8661155884835347861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=8661155884835347861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/8661155884835347861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/8661155884835347861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/oral-presentations-beryl-cook.html' title='Oral Presentations - Beryl Cook'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/STPNi5DNCpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kZZ8XrWmHPI/s72-c/beryl_cook_203_203x152%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-642100439414276061</id><published>2008-11-30T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:04:46.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLAPBOARD   take 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/STJ8SXjwMYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asDPtgkr46I/s1600-h/clapboard_novelty_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274414768607736194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/STJ8SXjwMYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asDPtgkr46I/s320/clapboard_novelty_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following David's suggestion (10ºJ), this blog will have a room for the Seventh Art - Cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a place to review some films; comment on classic ones and suggest recent releases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off, I am introducing it with a link about the vocabulary used in the moving pictures which can be very helpful to all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmsite.org/filmterms1.html"&gt;http://www.filmsite.org/filmterms1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-642100439414276061?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/642100439414276061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=642100439414276061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/642100439414276061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/642100439414276061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/clapboard-take-1.html' title='CLAPBOARD   take 1'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/STJ8SXjwMYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/asDPtgkr46I/s72-c/clapboard_novelty_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-7687418148173661788</id><published>2008-11-28T06:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:05:30.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"One Cigarrete", Edwin Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SU5My3_y90I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CXO8DYN97iA/s1600-h/DSC_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282243849860872002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SU5My3_y90I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CXO8DYN97iA/s320/DSC_0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This photograph was taken by Afonso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Silva from 10th J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a free task for the adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;I suggest this English poem as the start for one of three possible activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 . A translation into Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A drawing conveying these feelings and portraying these referents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A photograph with the same aim of point 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smoke without you, my fire.&lt;br /&gt;After you left,&lt;br /&gt;your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray&lt;br /&gt;and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal&lt;br /&gt;of so much love. One cigarette&lt;br /&gt;in the non-smoker's tray.&lt;br /&gt;As the last spire&lt;br /&gt;trembles up, a sudden draught&lt;br /&gt;blows it winding into my face.&lt;br /&gt;Is it smell, is it taste?&lt;br /&gt;You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.&lt;br /&gt;Out with the light.&lt;br /&gt;Let the smoke lie back in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Till I hear the very ash&lt;br /&gt;sigh down among the flowers of brass&lt;br /&gt;I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SUE7XDYoPEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K06Hn4_cJtU/s1600-h/carolina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565505486568514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SUE7XDYoPEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K06Hn4_cJtU/s320/carolina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. - Check with your teachers from Drawing or Photography to access the quality of your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is a photograph taken by Carolina Machado from 10th J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-7687418148173661788?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7687418148173661788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=7687418148173661788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/7687418148173661788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/7687418148173661788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='&quot;One Cigarrete&quot;, Edwin Morgan'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xlIV1yZvVA0/SU5My3_y90I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CXO8DYN97iA/s72-c/DSC_0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042683133225814402.post-1385884866659369429</id><published>2008-11-24T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:41:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me introduce this blog by saying it will be a team work with the students from the English subject in António Arroio Secondary Art School. Although it will be presented in English, it is not just an English blog. The choice of the language is due not only to the subject I teach but also because, being English a &lt;em&gt;língua franca, it&lt;/em&gt; will enable this school and its students to reach other eyes, other voices and other artistic worlds. It is most of all an Arts' blog because this is the passion that joins these students together in the same place - the love for the arts (drawing, painting, cinema, music, theatre, ceramics, jewellery,...). It is open to everyone's visit and constructive reviews because we will use this virtual little room to show what we are doing, what we enjoy doing but also to learn from others, to develop our critical thinking, to inspire and to obtain inspiration. If these were the Olympic Games, the Greeks would say "Let the games begin". I humbly suggest "Let the potential artists show their work."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042683133225814402-1385884866659369429?l=welovethearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1385884866659369429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042683133225814402&amp;postID=1385884866659369429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/1385884866659369429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042683133225814402/posts/default/1385884866659369429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovethearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Teacher Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04013873793546102189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
