poem by Ruth Salles blackboard drawing by Beatriz Retz. . Tick-tock, tick-tock, time passes softly. The small pointer moves very slowly. Turn, turn now the big one, it turned very quickly. The minute goes by, ticking… it's gone! Dark night… People sleep, all nature sleeps. Night still… Suddenly… ticking, what…
poem by Ruth Salles Blim-blim-blim, don-don-don! The bells ringing. It's Christmas! What a beautiful sound through the night to resonate.
poem by Ruth Salles Blackboard drawing by teacher Ana Beatriz Ghirello . From the beach looking at the horizon, I see in the middle of the sea, a little boat that goes far, always, always sailing. Its sails are white, the color of the clouds in the sky. The little boat, in the distance, seems to be going aimlessly. Go to hell…
poem in the Dactyl rhythm (long-short-short) by Ruth Salles
by Ruth Salles poem in the Dactyl rhythm (long-short-short) Drawing with crayons by João Batista Conrado. Dactyl: ___vv (long-short-short). It acts by reinforcing consonants in speech; high-pitched speech benefits from this rhythm. It helps concentration and awakens to the understanding of the text. It strengthens the experience of speech itself. DAWN Over the horizon dawns…
poem in the Pentameter rhythm (5 dactyls) by Ruth Salles
poem in the rhythm Hexameter (six dactyls) by Ruth Salles
poem by Ruth Salles Themes: nature and eurythmy Blackboard drawing by teacher Patrícia Roseane. In the breeze the flowers dance, They fall silent on the comings and goings of the wind, which we don't even see, and they laugh...
Learning with poetry by Rubens Salles “Speech is the activity that connects the human being to the world, to others and to himself, the teacher's role is to beautify and enrich it, including as a counterpoint to the virtual and audiovisual image that increasingly occupies a larger space in the lives of these children.”
Theme: geometry In one of the chapters of his book Mathematics Recreativa, mathematician and storyteller Malba Tahan talks about the geometric images in this poem by Murilo Araújo.
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.
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