poem by Ruth Salles Blackboard drawing by teacher Verônica Calandra Martins. Look at the caxinguelê, serelepe chipmunk! Everything he looks at, he sees, from whatever branch he climbs. The tail, like a cloak, sometimes becomes a petticoat! Of dreams is the messenger and still makes them come true! – Come, bratty caxinguelê, and bring me…
poem by Ruth Salles I extend my right arm towards the East, where the sun rises. To the West, where he lies, I extend the other arm. The South will thus certainly be behind me. I tread firmly and look straight ahead, where North is.
poema de Ruth Salles Desenho de lousa da professora Beatriz Retz. Eu não vejo o vento, mas o vento vem. Ele desenha carneirinhos brancos com as espumas das ondas do mar. Eu não vejo o vento, mas o vento sopra nos veleiros e nas jangadas, como soprou antigamente nas velas das caravelas. Eu não…
poema de Ruth Salles Caracol vem devagar, sem ter perna, sem ter pé. Mas então como é que é que consegue caminhar?
Whiteboards designed by teacher Beatriz Retz The expectation of healthy children, in the second seven years, is that the world will be beautiful. His great natural enthusiasm makes this very clear. It is up to the educator to face the great challenge of presenting the child with a world worthy of their admiration, in an artistic and creative way. The chalkboard drawing…
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