Arquivo de ARTES VISUAIS - AGR ESC ROMEU CORREIA

TEXTO #1

His mother sang him lullabies every night. But he only fell asleep if the songs spoke of tasty delicacies: roast piglets, stuffed chickens, hens in “pepitoria” sauce and jams.

TEXTO #2

His mother was ugly and his father was ugly, but [he] was uglier than the two of them put together. By the time he toddled,[he] could spit flame a full ninety-nine yards and vent smoke from either ear. With just a look he cowed the reptiles in the swamp. Any snake dumb enough to bite him instantly got convulsions and died. One day [his] parents hissed things over and decided it was about time their little darling was out in the world doing his share of damage. So they kicked him goodbye and [he] left the black hole in which he’d been hatched.

TEXTO #3

She lived in the street of San Lorenzo, number twenty. And every Thursday and Saturday night she would take the butter out of a pot that she had and rub it under her armpits. And then she would go and put herself on the sill of the window and say: “Without God or Saint Mary, from village to village”. And with those she went flying through the air and walked all over the city doing his wickedness.

TEXTO #4

[…] above all the noise, I heard [her] voice screaming
out some sort of an awful gloating song:
Down vith children! Do them in!
Boil their bones and fry their skin!
Bish them, sqvish them, bash them, mash them!
Brrreak them, shake them, slash them, smash them!
Offer chocs vith magic powder!
Say “Eat up!” then say it louder.
Crrram them full of sticky eats,
send them home still guzzling sveets.
[…]

TEXTO #5

A long time ago, in a humble family, there was a son who was so small that he could hardly be seen. He always wanted to help his mother in the purchase, but his mother did not want to, because he was very small and could be stepped on.

TEXTO #6

Something very strange was happening to [him]. The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t reach the shelf in his closet that he had always been able to reach before, the one where he hid his candy bars and bubble gum. Then he noticed that his clothes were getting too big. «My trousers are all stretching or something», said [the boy] to his mother. I’m tripping on them all the time». “That’s too bad, dear”, said his mother, looking into the oven. «I do hope this cake isn’t going to fall», she said. “And my sleeves come down way below my hands”, said [the boy]. “So my shirts must be stretching, too”. “Think of that”, said [his] mother. “I just don’t know why this cake isn’t rising the way it should […]”. [The boy] started out of the kitchen. He tripped on his trousers, which indeed did seem to be getting longer and longer.

AUTORIA

TEXTO
Beatriz Gonçalves
Nuno Campos
Pedro Lopes
Rafael Duarte
Sara César
Sara Soares
Sofia Ramos

11ºB1 e 11ºB3 | 2009/2010
Escola Secundária Romeu Correia

ILUSTRAÇÃO
Ana Mateus
Ana Silva
Ana Nunes
Andreia Rasteiro
Andreia Carvalho
Amílcar Rodrigues
Bruno Santos
Catarina Brito
Cláudia Sousa
Éder Barbosa
Hugo Peixe
Inês Faria
Inês Monteiro
Joana Fanico
Joana Monteiro
Patrícia Cruz
Raul Eduardo
Reinaldo Cirilo
Rita Constantino
Rogério Gonçalves
Rúben Lucas
Sandro Cardoso
Sónia Barros
Telma Saraiva

11ºA4 | 2009/2010
Escola Secundária Romeu Correia

PREFÁCIOS DE
Brígida Batista
Francisco Gonçalves
Isabel Sousa
Pedro Lopes

João Pedro Rodrigues

AUTORIA

TEXTO
Joana Lopes
Catarina Lopes
Rita Roda
Filipe Nunes
Gonçalo Félix
Tânia Santos

12ºB3 | 2012/2013
Escola Secundária Romeu Correia

ILUSTRAÇÃO
Ana Carolina Silva
Ana Isabel Paiva
Ana Rita Bernardo
Ana Sequeira Leite
Carolina Zambujo
Inês Jorge
João Rafael Martins
Luís Sá
Sara Laborde
Marta Pereira
Susana Bento
Tatiana Ferreira

12ºA4 | 2012/2013
Escola Secundária Romeu Correia

PREFÁCIOS DE
Brígida Batista
Elisabete Silva
Francisco Gonçalves
Teresa Antunes
Victor Vasconcelos
Elisabete Brasil
Luís Palma