tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16423983477482082892012-02-16T18:34:45.445ZTartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.comBlogger4441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-4571973072692843022012-02-16T18:05:00.005Z2012-02-16T18:34:45.462Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>A FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><br />Desmedido nas obras e nos feitos,<br />Deus o levou na flor da meia - idade,<br />Deixando para nós a saudade,<br />A mágoa de perdê-lo, insatisfeito.<br /><br />Lá no "Assento Etéreo" dos eleitos,<br />Aonde mora, em plena liberdade,<br />Tem por missão a busca da Verdade,<br />Diferente da nossa, sem defeitos.<br /><br />Todos os grandes génios partem cedo,<br />Não se moldam às tramas do degredo,<br />Mundo de imperfeições, corrupto e tosco.<br /><br />O nosso conterrâneo, de alma eleita,<br />Em toda a sua essência, a mais perfeita,<br />Não nos deixou, está sempre connosco!<br /><br />Cláudio Carneiro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-457197307269284302?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-23156851286199763922012-01-28T12:25:00.000Z2012-01-28T12:30:57.572Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_VhUa3Edzg/TyPqGAxf55I/AAAAAAAABy8/KCFFV3uO8EI/s1600/IMG_0042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702658942188906386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_VhUa3Edzg/TyPqGAxf55I/AAAAAAAABy8/KCFFV3uO8EI/s400/IMG_0042.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>SER E LER MIGUEL TORGA</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2315685128619976392?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-66446765785069543752012-01-21T16:11:00.002Z2012-01-21T16:16:53.563Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">PORCA DE MURÇA</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">duraremos</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a eternidade circular</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">da sua forma ambígua e</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">tumular</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">deusa-mãe do</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">terror que a fé na pedra copiou</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">e que o musgo do tempo disfarçou</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">a nossa condição é o seu rito</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">criaturas geradas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">das suas entranhas geladas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">de granito</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Poema de FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Livro - ANDAMENTO</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6644676578506954375?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-47932207300732935632012-01-08T14:27:00.004Z2012-01-08T16:28:12.452Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Ao Poeta FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</span></div><br />Todo o homem nasce nu,<br />E traz com ele, ainda cru,<br />O fermento que vai levedar<br />O carácter que vai ter.<br />Com o qual, para o bem e para o mal,<br />Ele e a sua circunstância irão fazer,<br />Inevitavelmente, quaisquer que sejam<br />As dificuldades a vencer<br />E os caminhos a percorrer.<br /><br />Mas o <em>Homem</em> não nasce ferino!<br />Apenas, por força do destino,<br />Ele torna-se um ser (im)perfeito,<br />No meio que o consome, constantemente,<br />Na busca da perfeição das coisas que na sua mente<br />Se vão tornando vitais e fazem sentido.<br />Visando melhorar o mundo dos mortais,<br />Em constante mutação, no qual está inserido.<br /><br />E é por isso, que alguns, os predestinados,<br />Se vão empenhar, determinados,<br />Na procura de novos horizontes.<br />Indo ao encontro de criaturas com mentes abertas,<br />Que se recusaram a ser "Assinalados",<br />Para se tornarem, com a força do seu carácter,<br />E a vontade do seu crer, Ensaístas, Pensadores e Poetas.<br /><br />Ilustres exegetas das palavras, que o saber outorga.<br />Como nos disse o Poeta Miguel Torga,<br />Em determinado momento,<br />Referindo-se ao Poeta de "Júbilo da Seiva",<br />Da "Memória Imperfeita" e do "Andamento".<br /><br />Que tão cedo havia de deixar este mundo<br />Que ele queria livre, fraterno e fecundo.<br />Quando, para isso, no seu múnus cultural,<br />Lá longe, distante da terra natal,<br />Ensinava a língua de Camões a pensar no seu jardim.<br />Onde havia outras histórias de rosas para cantar,<br />Em sublimes versos de ouro,<br />Junto aos socalcos, serpenteados, do rio Douro.<br /><br />Poema de JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES,<br />do livro HOMENAGEM AO RIO SABOR<br />PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA - 2011<br />FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4793220730073293563?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-43286443285223062932012-01-06T00:23:00.001Z2012-01-06T00:24:22.055Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>BOM DIA DE REIS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>BOAS FESTAS</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4328644328522306293?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-29856406055229193692012-01-01T16:51:00.001Z2012-01-01T16:52:41.470Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>ANO NOVO MUITO FELIZ.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong>BOAS FESTAS.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2985640605522919369?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-8203822868268085942011-12-27T22:36:00.002Z2011-12-27T22:43:53.454Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnfuVKC6CNk/TvpI8M1SNZI/AAAAAAAAByA/4vBD4ZCIl2M/s1600/AA03d3-DSC_0133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690941278210110866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cnfuVKC6CNk/TvpI8M1SNZI/AAAAAAAAByA/4vBD4ZCIl2M/s400/AA03d3-DSC_0133.JPG" /></a>JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES recebeu o</div><div align="center">PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA - 2011</div><div align="center">FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES,</div><div align="center">com o belo livro</div><div align="center">HOMENAGEM AO RIO SABOR.</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-820382286826808594?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-9007092139164795312011-12-26T00:59:00.002Z2011-12-26T01:11:53.748Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EugEBthUpLc/TvfHd8WPmJI/AAAAAAAABxo/idlHmeUPmfw/s1600/AA03d4-DSC_0135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690235971435468946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EugEBthUpLc/TvfHd8WPmJI/AAAAAAAABxo/idlHmeUPmfw/s400/AA03d4-DSC_0135.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">O laureado JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES.</div><div align="center">HOMENAGEM AO RIO SABOR é, sem dúvida,</div><div align="center">um livro confessional, mas também são as memórias</div><div align="center">dos lugares evocados pelo perfume de um Portugal</div><div align="center">alicerçado nas suas raízes. Aqui, são segredos e</div><div align="center">emoções puras com aromas para descodificar. . .</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-900709213916479531?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-49604072798447330592011-12-26T00:49:00.002Z2011-12-26T00:59:04.699Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVuuy2ii1YQ/TvfFDMSaGbI/AAAAAAAABxc/xfx4O6-B81o/s1600/DSC01029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690233312834623922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVuuy2ii1YQ/TvfFDMSaGbI/AAAAAAAABxc/xfx4O6-B81o/s400/DSC01029.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Manuela Morais fez a entrega do</div><div align="center">PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA - 2011</div><div align="center">FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</div><div align="center">a</div><div align="center">JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</div><div align="center">pelo livro</div><div align="center">HOMENAGEM AO RIO SABOR.</div><div align="center">A poesia é tudo o que há de mais íntimo, belo e, por isso,</div><div align="center">as nossas vidas devem ser o testemunho dessa </div><div align="center">inalienável beleza.</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4960407279844733059?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-90981816352218008272011-12-26T00:41:00.002Z2011-12-26T00:48:39.017Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00r8_vdgezM/TvfDP7ulqAI/AAAAAAAABxQ/nI1L3tNm6P4/s1600/DSC01026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690231332704462850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00r8_vdgezM/TvfDP7ulqAI/AAAAAAAABxQ/nI1L3tNm6P4/s400/DSC01026.JPG" /></a>O Presidente da Casa de Trás-os-Montes e Alto Douro</div><div align="center">deu as boas vindas a todos os presentes, alegrando-se</div><div align="center">com a escolha do local para um acto tão distinto.</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-9098181635221800827?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-68571040077510089552011-12-26T00:35:00.002Z2011-12-27T22:44:44.414Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTtIKSZwjaM/TvfB1Ara5ZI/AAAAAAAABxE/Onyvc2Ic91g/s1600/DSC01024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690229770665256338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTtIKSZwjaM/TvfB1Ara5ZI/AAAAAAAABxE/Onyvc2Ic91g/s400/DSC01024.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">A mesa foi composta por Pedro Teixeira da Mota, Manuela Morais,</div><div align="center">Jorge Valadares e João de Deus Rodrigues.</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6857104007751008955?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-41123846782647714912011-12-26T00:27:00.002Z2011-12-26T00:34:30.106Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-C8VVaoOfU/TvfAJIO4CYI/AAAAAAAABw4/a9eet9aRfs0/s1600/DSC01022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690227917267143042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-C8VVaoOfU/TvfAJIO4CYI/AAAAAAAABw4/a9eet9aRfs0/s400/DSC01022.JPG" /></a>O livro HOMENAGEM AO RIO SABOR foi</div><div align="center">testemunhado e acarinhado por muitas pessoas</div><div align="center">atentas. . .</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4112384678264771491?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-4372866957800998472011-12-26T00:21:00.001Z2011-12-26T00:26:53.456Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tseLTVcuzSs/Tve-ooBfg1I/AAAAAAAABws/zCZLC3ptxBg/s1600/DSC01049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690226259353633618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tseLTVcuzSs/Tve-ooBfg1I/AAAAAAAABws/zCZLC3ptxBg/s400/DSC01049.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Os JOGRAIS foram, sem dúvida, um momento importante</div><div align="center">e belíssimo na Apresentação do livro.</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-437286695780099847?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-25968994787123258952011-12-26T00:16:00.002Z2011-12-26T00:21:13.979Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7oyy_qxDAg/Tve9Mdgq77I/AAAAAAAABwg/8XkJovifhzY/s1600/AA03d1-DSC_0116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690224675983650738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7oyy_qxDAg/Tve9Mdgq77I/AAAAAAAABwg/8XkJovifhzY/s400/AA03d1-DSC_0116.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">A sala foi demasiado pequena para receber tantos convidados.</div><div align="center">O evento teve toda a dignidade e emoção que foi possível. . .</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2596899478712325895?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-63275774052447735882011-12-26T00:07:00.002Z2011-12-26T00:15:20.346Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOvKbBw90s8/Tve7YwbaJnI/AAAAAAAABwU/La29rTmozXw/s1600/DSC01058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690222688197027442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOvKbBw90s8/Tve7YwbaJnI/AAAAAAAABwU/La29rTmozXw/s400/DSC01058.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">O Autor do belo livro HOMENAGEM AO RIO SABOR</div><div align="center">dedicou muitas dezenas de livros.</div><div align="right">Foto de Maria José Rodrigues</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6327577405244773588?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-31494145367814215892011-12-03T16:30:00.003Z2011-12-03T16:39:17.023Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szTE1c46-Jg/TtpO2n-rEOI/AAAAAAAABtU/45pq-S0R_3Q/s1600/HomegemRioSabor%2B-%2BCAPA.jpg"><span style="color:#663300;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681940580233056482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szTE1c46-Jg/TtpO2n-rEOI/AAAAAAAABtU/45pq-S0R_3Q/s400/HomegemRioSabor%2B-%2BCAPA.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"><strong>CONVITE</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;">Assista à entrega do</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"><strong>PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA - 2011</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;">a</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"><strong>JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"><strong>HOMENAGEM AO RIO SABOR</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;">dia <strong>15 </strong>de Dezembro, pelas 18 h.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;">Casa de Trás-os-Montes e Alto Douro</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;">Campo Pequeno, Nº 50 - 3º Esq. - Lisboa</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;">(perto da Praça de Touros, junto ao Hotel Alif)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3149414536781421589?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-68339408484781818882011-11-22T13:25:00.002Z2011-11-22T13:30:23.047Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdJ8pVk8c9U/Tsui8SzVIaI/AAAAAAAABs8/n5Ixu-CkIO4/s1600/HomegemRioSabor%2B-%2BCAPA.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677810911953625506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdJ8pVk8c9U/Tsui8SzVIaI/AAAAAAAABs8/n5Ixu-CkIO4/s400/HomegemRioSabor%2B-%2BCAPA.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>HOMENAGEM AO RIO SABOR</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">é</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br />2011</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Capa de ESPIGA PINTO</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6833940848478181888?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-27006348014603159712011-11-21T16:29:00.001Z2011-11-21T16:31:19.300Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>2011</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>atribuído a</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2700634801460315971?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-1761594868048363282011-11-19T18:19:00.002Z2011-11-19T18:25:58.906Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8TxG0jXNDE/Tsfz_QPFOHI/AAAAAAAABsk/oxrH4RhA894/s1600/aTartarugaSonhadora_K_Site.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676774123339331698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8TxG0jXNDE/Tsfz_QPFOHI/AAAAAAAABsk/oxrH4RhA894/s400/aTartarugaSonhadora_K_Site.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> MANUELA MORAIS</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">A TARTARUGA SONHADORA</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Capa e 7 desenhos de ESPIGA PINTO<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-176159486804836328?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-1261595295706884252011-11-15T21:22:00.000Z2011-11-15T23:03:03.695Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XH0D51i9K4/TsLvO5yj8bI/AAAAAAAABsY/RW1dRnerfUY/s1600/IMG_0059.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675361519750345138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8XH0D51i9K4/TsLvO5yj8bI/AAAAAAAABsY/RW1dRnerfUY/s400/IMG_0059.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> MANUELA MORAIS</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">TRÊS RIOS ABRAÇAM O CORAÇÃO</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Capa de ESPIGA PINTO<br /></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-126159529570688425?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-3766648665636401232011-10-18T17:02:00.002+01:002011-10-18T17:11:30.563+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Escultor <strong>ESPIGA</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">2011 </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">atribuído o </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>1º PRÉMIO</strong> do Concurso - para criar a</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">MOEDA COMEMORATIVA do - XX - ANIVERSÁRIO da série</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">IBERO - AMERICANA, de 4 cm de diâmetro - valor 10 €</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">a editar em 2012 - por INCN - CASA DA MOEDA (República Portuguesa)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-376664866563640123?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-21041906088074415512011-10-12T12:20:00.001+01:002011-10-12T12:23:28.520+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tf_XLr5kQmk/TpV4TotbU6I/AAAAAAAABrc/gX26TgacD5c/s1600/IMG_0063.jpg"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662564385229067170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tf_XLr5kQmk/TpV4TotbU6I/AAAAAAAABrc/gX26TgacD5c/s400/IMG_0063.jpg" /></strong></a><strong> JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>HISTÓRIAS MARAVILHOSAS DA TERRA QUENTE</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Capa - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2104190608807441551?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-76975485969123170372011-10-10T19:13:00.001+01:002011-10-10T19:16:49.643+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHN2MHOMxKg/TpM2NLm0JCI/AAAAAAAABrE/yO5lJXhGc34/s1600/IMG_0058.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661928756616635426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHN2MHOMxKg/TpM2NLm0JCI/AAAAAAAABrE/yO5lJXhGc34/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES - PASSAGENS E AFECTOS</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>(Poesia)</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-7697548596912317037?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-16185149688883095292011-09-20T16:43:00.000+01:002011-09-20T16:46:18.675+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlS4RAUaxYA/Tni06gOqsaI/AAAAAAAABqU/5N2Q36uW1SA/s1600/IMG_0042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654468249340522914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlS4RAUaxYA/Tni06gOqsaI/AAAAAAAABqU/5N2Q36uW1SA/s400/IMG_0042.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>SER E LER MIGUEL TORGA</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1618514968888309529?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-62448874852263430912011-09-02T14:15:00.002+01:002011-09-02T14:36:08.483+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Coimbra, 21 de Janeiro de 1987</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Meu caro Fernão de Magalhães:</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Só hoje recebi os seus livros, e na volta do correio lhos venho agradecer, pois como sabe (salvo os acrescentos de última hora, e que são de somenos). Já os tinha lido e relido em manuscrito, em provas, e, impresso, o que me diz respeito, mal apareceu nas montras. Por isso, estas palavras são quase só de gratidão pela gentileza da oferta, visto que pouco ou nada posso acrescentar ao muito que lhe disse de viva voz e em cursivo. Ambos, cada qual à sua maneira, honram o Autor. Ou como exegeta ou como poeta. (. . .) Os poemas de Granada são todos admiráveis. (. . .) De qualquer maneira, uma MEMÓRIA IMPERFEITA cheia de coisas bonitas. Do SER E LER MIGUEL TORGA o importante lá está, bem concebido e bem formulado. Muitos parabéns. (. . .)</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Um grande abraço do seu sempre dedicado</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Miguel Torga</strong></span></div><strong></strong> <br /> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Carta de MIGUEL TORGA a</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6244887485226343091?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-68213634494893309692011-09-01T19:16:00.002+01:002011-09-01T19:32:05.442+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Granada, 23 de Fevereiro de 1986</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Senhor Doutor</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Venho, embora tardiamente mas em primeiro lugar, interessar-me pela sua saúde. Que o mal-estar e o sofrimento de que me falava não tenham passado de uma crise para a qual há sempre tempos melhores. E que os tempos melhores sejam já estes que correm. Nós, felizmente, vamos óptimos - embora trabalhando muito, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">disfrutando</span> pouco, e nem dando conta que estes "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">happy</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">days</span>" vão passando <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">velozmente</span> e terão um termo.</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>O SER E LER MIGUEL TORGA (?) está no fim. Duzentas páginas de texto <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">dactilografado</span>. Faltam as notas e a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">bibliografia</span>.</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A não ser que o último capítulo seja o texto de uma conferência que aqui vou fazer em meados de Março, subordinada ao título - O Segundo Modernismo Português. (. . .)</strong></span></div><strong></strong> <br /> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Carta de FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES </strong></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>a MIGUEL TORGA</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6821363449489330969?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-74774870156028386962011-08-28T18:05:00.002+01:002011-08-28T18:15:50.638+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>HISTÓRIA DE UMA ROSA</strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>deu à luz da manhã toda a sua cor e perfeição</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>floriu a rosa e</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>não foi ver ao espelho</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>sua forma de boca sua cor de fogo</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>vago desejo de forma o seu perfume depois</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>cobriu o sulco de cada pétala morta</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>abandonada ao vento</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>manchados da sua cor dedos se devoravam</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>estilhaçando os olhos que a choravam</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>gestos de a colher se dispersavam</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>e nos lábios palavras se matavam</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>a rosa estiolou e morreu</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>a harmonia do jardim passou além</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>em seu espaço inútil </strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>suas pétalas secas e seu tempo perdido</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>que nenhuma memória contemplava.</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Poema de FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Livro - ANDAMENTO</strong></span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-7477487015602838696?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-85617362458602565102011-08-22T18:05:00.002+01:002011-08-22T18:34:56.888+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>PARABÉNS</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>ao MUNICÍPIO DE PEDRÓGÃO GRANDE.</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>O PRESIDENTE DO MUNICÍPIO</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>sabe receber e trata a CULTURA com</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>inteligência e uma espantosa vontade</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>de maravilhar e divulgar um acto</strong></span></div> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>puramente dignificador.</strong></span></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-8561736245860256510?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-7727635210239105682011-08-16T11:41:00.002+01:002011-08-16T11:48:08.683+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8szmN8MKD8/TkpJ7xVX2gI/AAAAAAAABpE/sk_aCiyd_dU/s1600/DSC00777.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641402774439057922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8szmN8MKD8/TkpJ7xVX2gI/AAAAAAAABpE/sk_aCiyd_dU/s400/DSC00777.JPG" /></a><strong> O Senhor Presidente do Município de Pedrógão Grande e João de Deus Rodrigues</strong></div> <br /><div align="center"><strong>(no uso da palavra), no dia da Apresentação do livro O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES,</strong></div> <br /><div align="center"><strong>em Pedrógão Grande.</strong></div> <br /><div align="right"><em>Foto - Ana Rodrigues <br /></div></em> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-772763521023910568?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-13453706370476833452011-08-15T21:09:00.001+01:002011-08-15T21:14:48.247+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gI7R4c0kD6k/Tkl9mLJk8dI/AAAAAAAABo0/D3PpUTKr_Lk/s1600/DSC00738.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641178103039717842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gI7R4c0kD6k/Tkl9mLJk8dI/AAAAAAAABo0/D3PpUTKr_Lk/s400/DSC00738.JPG" /></a><strong> O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES, de JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></div> <br /><div align="center"><strong>foi, sem dúvida, um evento emocionante em PEDRÓGÃO GRANDE.</strong></div> <br /><div align="right"><em>Foto - Ana Rodrigues <br /></div></em> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1345370637047683345?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-45464117471695926092011-08-13T18:54:00.002+01:002011-08-13T19:09:57.533+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tbtlf93V5Ws/Tka7F06WZrI/AAAAAAAABoM/gPoi3TKPDFg/s1600/DSC00756.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640401292105246386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tbtlf93V5Ws/Tka7F06WZrI/AAAAAAAABoM/gPoi3TKPDFg/s400/DSC00756.JPG" /></a><strong> Apresentação do livro O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES, em PEDRÓGÃO GRANDE.</strong></div> <br /><div align="right"><em>Foto - Ana Rodrigues <br /></div></em> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4546411747169592609?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-47946340074833113342011-08-13T18:38:00.002+01:002011-08-13T18:43:00.954+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ltQjm13FIc/Tka3CWG10vI/AAAAAAAABn8/8z2TWptaeK0/s1600/DSC00739.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640396834250019570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ltQjm13FIc/Tka3CWG10vI/AAAAAAAABn8/8z2TWptaeK0/s400/DSC00739.JPG" /></a> <br /> <br /><div align="center"><strong>Pedrógão Grande recebeu com muito entusiasmo a Apresentação do livro</strong></div> <br /><div align="center"><strong>O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES, de JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES.</strong></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4794634007483311334?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-84977203073647255962011-08-10T12:15:00.001+01:002011-08-10T12:33:42.415+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eeKwJgnHY0/TkJsU4EkWJI/AAAAAAAABnM/ZbZmLcoVYRc/s1600/EMO%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O%2B-%2BJO%25C3%2583O%2B-%2BLIVROS.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639188789326010514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eeKwJgnHY0/TkJsU4EkWJI/AAAAAAAABnM/ZbZmLcoVYRc/s400/EMO%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O%2B-%2BJO%25C3%2583O%2B-%2BLIVROS.JPG" /></a> <br /> <br /><div></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-8497720307364725596?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-51736699829971361952011-07-14T19:20:00.002+01:002011-07-14T19:26:26.020+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0p_xlVX1xI/Th8z4zOOL3I/AAAAAAAABkU/5Gj_PIiLgAc/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629275110151958386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0p_xlVX1xI/Th8z4zOOL3I/AAAAAAAABkU/5Gj_PIiLgAc/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> APRESENTAÇÃO</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>dia 22 de Julho,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>às 18,30 h, no</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CIT da CÂMARA MUNICIPAL</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>de </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>PEDRÓGÃO GRANDE<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-5173669982997136195?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-58327176934973617432011-07-08T18:28:00.001+01:002011-07-08T18:30:22.909+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>2011</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>atribuído a</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-5832717693497361743?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-20498022154577596112011-07-07T08:39:00.001+01:002011-07-07T08:45:06.484+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApFkAXoyhmg/ThVjqe1777I/AAAAAAAABkM/jN9pGmwd_ms/s1600/IMG_0057.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626512890954248114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ApFkAXoyhmg/ThVjqe1777I/AAAAAAAABkM/jN9pGmwd_ms/s400/IMG_0057.jpg" /></a><strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA -2007</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2049802215457759611?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-35262610373831520582011-07-05T09:36:00.001+01:002011-07-05T09:40:30.937+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWGWlifYjbc/ThLNoii_ssI/AAAAAAAABj8/k5kb1pPsMqI/s1600/IMG_0028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625784980891218626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWGWlifYjbc/ThLNoii_ssI/AAAAAAAABj8/k5kb1pPsMqI/s400/IMG_0028.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong>PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA - 2008</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3526261037383152058?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-14597325818542329842011-07-04T16:22:00.002+01:002011-07-04T16:36:45.317+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s6UPhee64E/ThHbiZQxKiI/AAAAAAAABj0/6BvLNekRV28/s1600/IMG_0027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625518793505712674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s6UPhee64E/ThHbiZQxKiI/AAAAAAAABj0/6BvLNekRV28/s400/IMG_0027.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong>PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA - 2009</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1459732581854232984?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-9691868274326025302011-07-03T17:23:00.001+01:002011-07-03T17:29:07.994+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SwYLWkvO6w/ThCYbNVtHHI/AAAAAAAABjs/rcCK_bCfCXE/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625163527790337138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SwYLWkvO6w/ThCYbNVtHHI/AAAAAAAABjs/rcCK_bCfCXE/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> PRÉMIO </span><span style="font-size:130%;">NACIONAL DE POESIA - 2010</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-969186827432602530?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-37022714876224810822011-07-03T16:29:00.001+01:002011-07-03T16:31:09.683+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>2011</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>atribuído o</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3702271487622481082?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-81767874915752498642011-06-27T14:58:00.001+01:002011-06-27T15:00:49.015+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>PRÉMIO NACIONAL DE POESIA </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">2011</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>atribuído a</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-8176787491575249864?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-42596831832201607322011-06-27T10:59:00.000+01:002011-06-27T11:06:56.925+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHLCnNxjSqA/TghV6cOt1hI/AAAAAAAABjM/_sb9zzbc4o0/s1600/IMG_0052.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622838597270754834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHLCnNxjSqA/TghV6cOt1hI/AAAAAAAABjM/_sb9zzbc4o0/s400/IMG_0052.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> JÚBILO DA SEIVA (poesia)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4259683183220160732?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-47466530243466927222011-06-26T15:47:00.001+01:002011-06-26T15:50:42.891+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rCEvolVzjM/TgdGq2VjT2I/AAAAAAAABi0/xXMa0pT9Ihk/s1600/IMG_0054.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622540361749712738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rCEvolVzjM/TgdGq2VjT2I/AAAAAAAABi0/xXMa0pT9Ihk/s400/IMG_0054.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> ANDAMENTO (poesia)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4746653024346692722?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-10721038098431444172011-06-25T15:25:00.001+01:002011-06-25T15:29:58.204+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBZgiyAo48c/TgXwgXPeNxI/AAAAAAAABik/3waSEdBhPss/s1600/IMG_0062.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622164148627322642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBZgiyAo48c/TgXwgXPeNxI/AAAAAAAABik/3waSEdBhPss/s400/IMG_0062.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>OBRA POÉTICA - ANTOLOGIA (poesia)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1072103809843144417?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-33640741928821606562011-06-24T12:17:00.000+01:002011-06-24T12:18:40.928+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">BOM</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">SÃO JOÃO</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3364074192882160656?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-85592315204357608482011-06-23T13:47:00.001+01:002011-06-23T13:48:37.863+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Votos de boa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>FESTA do</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CORPO DE DEUS</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-8559231520435760848?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-63646713724500768962011-06-22T10:45:00.002+01:002011-06-22T10:51:30.681+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3VzvkRRTVQ/TgG6KgiSzdI/AAAAAAAABic/zkWei-ObGD0/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620978499630321106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3VzvkRRTVQ/TgG6KgiSzdI/AAAAAAAABic/zkWei-ObGD0/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> ALGUMAS CARTAS (correspondência)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6364671372450076896?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-15428952114582689992011-06-21T10:10:00.001+01:002011-06-21T10:14:30.063+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mICzJFch2Dc/TgBgnz1K5hI/AAAAAAAABiM/8zQvznUZ0vw/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620598572002764306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mICzJFch2Dc/TgBgnz1K5hI/AAAAAAAABiM/8zQvznUZ0vw/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>MODO DE VIDA (contos)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1542895211458268999?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-56931389904593008642011-06-20T11:47:00.001+01:002011-06-20T11:51:23.449+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6dFTeCss24/Tf8lxMhBn2I/AAAAAAAABiE/32mV01dRJQI/s1600/IMG_0046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620252387085229922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6dFTeCss24/Tf8lxMhBn2I/AAAAAAAABiE/32mV01dRJQI/s400/IMG_0046.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>ASSINALADOS (romance)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-5693138990459300864?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-66158680019759755252011-06-17T13:29:00.002+01:002011-06-17T13:33:27.361+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBqGNRHT38U/TftI5vexzCI/AAAAAAAABh8/Q1Ny--OZedE/s1600/IMG_0042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619165116910128162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HBqGNRHT38U/TftI5vexzCI/AAAAAAAABh8/Q1Ny--OZedE/s400/IMG_0042.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong>SER E LER MIGUEL TORGA (ensaio)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6615868001975975525?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-70844658875071687502011-06-16T10:54:00.001+01:002011-06-16T10:58:00.931+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kk62t-l_F6o/TfnTFxXxJBI/AAAAAAAABh0/DfqEiMp1tdI/s1600/IMG_0045.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618754106227237906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kk62t-l_F6o/TfnTFxXxJBI/AAAAAAAABh0/DfqEiMp1tdI/s400/IMG_0045.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> SER TORGA (ensaio)</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-7084465887507168750?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-40359894998168753962011-06-15T15:51:00.001+01:002011-06-15T15:55:06.716+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTtKmmxMtpI/TfjHbmNppSI/AAAAAAAABhs/u6TLlaOTsjM/s1600/IMG_0053.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618459812072891682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTtKmmxMtpI/TfjHbmNppSI/AAAAAAAABhs/u6TLlaOTsjM/s400/IMG_0053.jpg" /></a><strong> SETE MEDITAÇÕES SOBRE MIGUEL TORGA (ensaio)</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES<br /></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4035989499816875396?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-11816948200625703982011-06-13T00:15:00.001+01:002011-06-13T00:19:31.017+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eK6x1LkWdQ/TfVI3bNfJrI/AAAAAAAABhk/Yzqi0sma0uA/s1600/IMG_0001_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617476227248891570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eK6x1LkWdQ/TfVI3bNfJrI/AAAAAAAABhk/Yzqi0sma0uA/s400/IMG_0001_NEW.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong> BOM</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>SANTO ANTÓNIO</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center">Pormenor de uma Pintura de GOYA<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1181694820062570398?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-79850419254545879262011-06-08T22:16:00.002+01:002011-06-08T22:21:59.633+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMXtdP0-Eg8/Te_nX_yyjEI/AAAAAAAABhc/yeUqmvodPno/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615961659801766978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMXtdP0-Eg8/Te_nX_yyjEI/AAAAAAAABhc/yeUqmvodPno/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"><strong> O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES - JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Capa - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></strong></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-7985041925454587926?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-25364154933415663722011-06-07T16:35:00.002+01:002011-06-07T16:55:57.986+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKBuVcR-ZCU/Te5HjfGnPTI/AAAAAAAABhU/hR55IhP9F7k/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bmesa%2Be%2Bsoridentes.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615504460347817266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKBuVcR-ZCU/Te5HjfGnPTI/AAAAAAAABhU/hR55IhP9F7k/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bmesa%2Be%2Bsoridentes.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> O Autor João de Deus Rodrigues, o Reitor da Universidade UTTI e Mariana de Brito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>apresentaram o belo livro de Poesia O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Foi uma cerimónia ímpar e a sala demasiado pequena para receber tantos Amigos.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Uma vez mais, o Autor Transmontano encheu completamente o espaço.<br />Depois de todos se deliciarem com a leitura de alguns Poemas, também se deliciaram</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>com as cerejas . . .</strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto - César Andrade</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2536415493341566372?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-38416970240860405072011-06-07T16:23:00.001+01:002011-06-07T16:35:13.026+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xthszqvq7i8/Te5EkMPbzKI/AAAAAAAABhM/9NhhtZlj0kk/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bmesa%2Be%2Bpessoas.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615501173929528482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xthszqvq7i8/Te5EkMPbzKI/AAAAAAAABhM/9NhhtZlj0kk/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bmesa%2Be%2Bpessoas.JPG" /></a> O livro O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES </div><br /><div align="center">foi, sem dúvida, um acontecimento grandioso.</div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto - César Andrade<br /></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3841697024086040507?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-18024026763513253652011-06-07T16:02:00.001+01:002011-06-07T16:17:39.841+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tjfwtrw6v6M/Te5AaFvtrKI/AAAAAAAABhE/2PC0JTBmAwM/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2Ba%2Bler.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615496602340666530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tjfwtrw6v6M/Te5AaFvtrKI/AAAAAAAABhE/2PC0JTBmAwM/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2Ba%2Bler.JPG" /></a> O Autor deliciou a assistência com a leitura dos seus Poemas.</div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto - César Andrade<br /></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1802402676351325365?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-59467954851144616752011-06-07T15:49:00.001+01:002011-06-07T16:01:57.613+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugmlcoGTxJg/Te49A573-VI/AAAAAAAABg8/HgSV0ixFJlI/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bleitura%2Bjogral.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615492871138834770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugmlcoGTxJg/Te49A573-VI/AAAAAAAABg8/HgSV0ixFJlI/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bleitura%2Bjogral.JPG" /></a> Leitura de Poemas. . .</div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto de César Andrade<br /></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-5946795485114461675?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-17077160362440985012011-06-07T15:32:00.002+01:002011-06-07T15:48:38.059+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9OG_HsobkI/Te45hy70wOI/AAAAAAAABg0/jHYU85EPofo/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2BJograis.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615489038148747490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9OG_HsobkI/Te45hy70wOI/AAAAAAAABg0/jHYU85EPofo/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2BJograis.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Os Jograis proporcionaram um belíssimo momento. . .</div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto de César Andrade</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1707716036244098501?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-79575525390918297572011-06-07T15:17:00.001+01:002011-06-07T15:31:01.493+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZDJP3Z4Ni4/Te41lh7JLWI/AAAAAAAABgs/tcnICG07-jU/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bvista%2Bgeral.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615484704255454562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZDJP3Z4Ni4/Te41lh7JLWI/AAAAAAAABgs/tcnICG07-jU/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bvista%2Bgeral.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">A sala foi pequena para receber tantos Amigos. . .</div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto de César Andrade</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-7957552539091829757?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-51961869786673062442011-06-07T14:57:00.002+01:002011-06-07T15:14:34.238+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwxg6mnu7O8/Te4xZvxAN7I/AAAAAAAABgk/0htrZ3lpjso/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bautografar.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615480103766079410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwxg6mnu7O8/Te4xZvxAN7I/AAAAAAAABgk/0htrZ3lpjso/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bautografar.JPG" /></a> O Autor autografou muitos exemplares do seu livro</div><br /><div align="center">O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES.<br /></div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto de César Andrade</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-5196186978667306244?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-64461455124029674862011-06-07T14:42:00.001+01:002011-06-07T14:56:05.721+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bWIqB-4Omdo/Te4tabrtGWI/AAAAAAAABgc/5CA7IIAZ5sw/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bmais%2Baut%25C3%25B3grafos.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615475717508503906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bWIqB-4Omdo/Te4tabrtGWI/AAAAAAAABgc/5CA7IIAZ5sw/s400/Jo%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BDeus%2B-%2Bmais%2Baut%25C3%25B3grafos.JPG" /></a> Momento de autografar. . .</div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto de César Andrade<br /></div></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6446145512402967486?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-21594473970054407262011-05-31T19:53:00.003+01:002011-05-31T20:02:57.694+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vna7W895jYs/TeU5l5VWMhI/AAAAAAAABgI/-Tg0xc4Xfok/s1600/oAcordarDasEemocoes_K_Sitio.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612955833795490322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vna7W895jYs/TeU5l5VWMhI/AAAAAAAABgI/-Tg0xc4Xfok/s400/oAcordarDasEemocoes_K_Sitio.jpg" /></span></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> APRESENTAÇÃO</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">do livro</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">de</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">dia 6 de Junho (Segunda - Feira), às 17,30 h.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Apresentação a cargo do</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Magnífico Reitor da Universidade UTTI</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Rua das Flores, 85-1º (ao Chiado)</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Lisboa<br /></span></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2159447397005440726?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-28840746331004624152011-05-26T15:50:00.001+01:002011-05-26T15:53:58.476+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzZwOw9Xo4c/Td5pJ8YxZtI/AAAAAAAABfw/mHuzFN4xY1M/s1600/oAcordarDasEemocoes_K_Sitio.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611037805299984082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzZwOw9Xo4c/Td5pJ8YxZtI/AAAAAAAABfw/mHuzFN4xY1M/s400/oAcordarDasEemocoes_K_Sitio.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES - O ACORDAR DAS EMOÇÕES</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Capa - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></span></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2884074633100462415?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-42750646579657534762011-05-24T15:00:00.001+01:002011-05-24T15:02:31.995+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">No Egipto chamavam às Bibliotecas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">o tesouro dos remédios da Alma</span>.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4275064657965753476?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-45342478577603120422011-05-18T21:47:00.002+01:002011-05-18T21:55:19.659+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>era a idade do fogo e do degelo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>puros acordavam os desejos das</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>flores de cada fruto não desenganados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>tinham acabado de nascer as flores de larangeira</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>pássaros furtivos vigiavam a</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>coincidência do teu corpo com o</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>aroma das tílias</strong></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Poema de FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Livro - JÚBILO DA SEIVA</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4534247857760312042?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-60956910974500174542011-05-07T10:50:00.004+01:002011-05-07T11:02:08.180+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>dizíamos pedra e era um</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>sonho da</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>mais pura convulsão de sangue coroado dizíamos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>pedra e</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>era um fruto no</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>mais alto dia do verão arrebatado</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>dizíamos pássaro e</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>eram os teus dedos na</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>minha mão cravados pássaro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>dizíamos e</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>era o instante dos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>teus olhos imóveis anunciados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>que sombra projectam na realidade as</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>palavras que as coisas modificam da</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>evidência à verdade vai</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>o abismo dos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>nomes que as indicam</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Poema de FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong></span></em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Livro - JÚBILO DA SEIVA</strong></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6095691097450017454?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-4273407350027620442011-05-05T10:14:00.001+01:002011-05-05T10:20:47.972+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Quando rezamos falamos com Deus,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>mas quando lemos é Deus que fala connosco.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong>Santo Agostinho</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-427340735002762044?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-9866957048507489782011-05-04T17:53:00.001+01:002011-05-04T17:58:40.057+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsGrAZOKYVw/TcGFZN3d28I/AAAAAAAABfo/mzcjLrBa2UQ/s1600/IMG_0063.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602906079691135938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsGrAZOKYVw/TcGFZN3d28I/AAAAAAAABfo/mzcjLrBa2UQ/s400/IMG_0063.jpg" /></a><strong> HISTÓRIAS MARAVILHOSAS DA TERRA QUENTE - JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Capa - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-986695704850748978?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-21513471340585228682011-05-03T11:46:00.002+01:002011-05-03T12:05:29.983+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1Vi3POs5n0/Tb_fRpgO_MI/AAAAAAAABfQ/sg3NbkU1I9s/s1600/IMG_0058.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602441955764010178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1Vi3POs5n0/Tb_fRpgO_MI/AAAAAAAABfQ/sg3NbkU1I9s/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" /></a><strong> JOÃO DE DEUS RODRIGUES - PASSAGENS E AFECTOS<br /></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2151347134058522868?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-58715629752668001042011-04-24T17:45:00.003+01:002011-04-24T18:07:00.830+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIrv09UmVyU/TbRVco3lkuI/AAAAAAAABfI/AfBz-87GKfg/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599194187223634658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIrv09UmVyU/TbRVco3lkuI/AAAAAAAABfI/AfBz-87GKfg/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#663300;"> Votos de</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663300;">PÁSCOA FELIZ</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663300;">Desenho - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></span></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-5871562975266800104?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-67045043588747586922011-04-21T00:40:00.003+01:002011-04-21T01:16:13.887+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRpFdB0b2rs/Ta9zm-t72QI/AAAAAAAABeo/x760t_fW_9k/s1600/Anast%25C3%25A1sia%2B-%2Bmesa%2B-%2Bbonita.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597819975352703234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VRpFdB0b2rs/Ta9zm-t72QI/AAAAAAAABeo/x760t_fW_9k/s400/Anast%25C3%25A1sia%2B-%2Bmesa%2B-%2Bbonita.JPG" /></a><strong>O livro MULHERES DO ALENTEJO NA REPÚBLICA<br /></strong><strong>foi apresentado na Academia das Ciências de Lisboa.</strong><br /><strong>Este livro retrata as "vidas" de mulheres alentejanas</strong><br /><strong>que a história reconhece, quer sob o aspecto económico,</strong><br /><strong>quer nos seus reflexos políticos, sociais e culturais.</strong><br /><strong>É, também, uma homenagem às mulheres que fazem</strong><br /><strong>parte do nosso património humano e cultural.</strong><br /><strong>Idalete Giga, Anastásia Mestrinho Salgado, Maria de Belém Roseira,</strong><br /><strong>Carlos Emílio Carapinha e Pedro Teixeira da Mota.</strong> </div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto de João de Deus Rodrigues</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6704504358874758692?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-27876589573952655872011-04-20T23:15:00.001+01:002011-04-20T23:41:02.648+01:00<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5RffcXr9090/Ta9gcuVksSI/AAAAAAAABeg/z3Sf_MvI-Mo/s1600/Anast%25C3%25A1sia%2B-%2Bassist%25C3%25AAncia.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597798908435935522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5RffcXr9090/Ta9gcuVksSI/AAAAAAAABeg/z3Sf_MvI-Mo/s400/Anast%25C3%25A1sia%2B-%2Bassist%25C3%25AAncia.JPG" /></a><br /><em>Foto de João de Deus Rodrigues<br /></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2787658957395265587?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-39874905835362548862011-04-20T20:39:00.002+01:002011-04-20T21:19:11.722+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FsAyAf20lII/Ta87fskIwuI/AAAAAAAABdw/hnXnsnkXc9o/s1600/Anast%25C3%25A1sia%2B-%2Bmesa%2B1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597758277569528546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FsAyAf20lII/Ta87fskIwuI/AAAAAAAABdw/hnXnsnkXc9o/s400/Anast%25C3%25A1sia%2B-%2Bmesa%2B1.JPG" /></a><strong><br /></strong><strong>ANASTÁSIA MESTRINHO SALGADO </strong><br /><strong>mostra, uma vez mais, o seu riquíssimo património cultural.</strong><br /><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto de João de Deus Rodrigues</em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3987490583536254886?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-49310120703937548332011-04-20T20:06:00.002+01:002011-04-20T20:38:18.030+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kb-W8ez9Hg/Ta8zwz9YZVI/AAAAAAAABdo/3rwPm17gAz0/s1600/Anast%25C3%25A1sia%2B-%2Bautografar.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597749775519212882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kb-W8ez9Hg/Ta8zwz9YZVI/AAAAAAAABdo/3rwPm17gAz0/s400/Anast%25C3%25A1sia%2B-%2Bautografar.JPG" /></a><strong> ANASTÁSIA MESTRINHO SALGADO autografa o livro</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>MULHERES DO ALENTEJO NA REPÚBLICA.</strong></div><br /><div align="right"><em>Foto de João de Deus Rodrigues<br /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4931012070393754833?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-15850024800464470952011-04-16T14:57:00.004+01:002011-04-16T15:19:30.773+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wZkiBPWXF0/Tamg1yaQInI/AAAAAAAABdg/2E84MYb921w/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596180857909944946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wZkiBPWXF0/Tamg1yaQInI/AAAAAAAABdg/2E84MYb921w/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong> CONVITE</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>Drª Maria de Belém Roseira</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>Apresenta o livro</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>MULHERES DO ALENTEJO NA REPÚBLICA</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>dia 19 de Abril, pelas 18 h, na</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>Academia das Ciências de Lisboa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>Rua da Academia das Ciências, 19</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"><strong>Lisboa</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1585002480046447095?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-56686971319678961932011-04-14T16:08:00.002+01:002011-04-14T16:13:20.428+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JF463Yud-o/TacObTtfJ7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/MDBsXDRRYsE/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595456924341446578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JF463Yud-o/TacObTtfJ7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/MDBsXDRRYsE/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#993300;"> MULHERES DO ALENTEJO NA REPÚBLICA</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Autores</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">ANASTÁSIA MESTRINHO SALGADO</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">CARLOS EMÍLIO CARAPINHA</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">IDALETE GIGA</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Capa - ESPIGA PINTO </span></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-5668697131967896193?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-82921411866784984932011-04-13T18:42:00.002+01:002011-04-13T19:01:01.555+01:00<div align="center">INTRODUÇÃO</div><br /><div align="justify">A luta da Mulher pela sua emancipação em todo o mundo remonta a alguns séculos atrás.</div><br /><div align="justify">Em Portugal, esta temática nunca foi abordada frontalmente e sem preconceitos pelos nossos historiadores.</div><br /><div align="justify">A partir de alguns estudos de investigação recentes sobre a situação da mulher nos fins do século XIX e primeiras décadas do século XX, verificamos que o hiato que houve até então foi vincadamente superado pela acção interventiva de grupos de mulheres esclarecidas e determinadas que, com coragem, lutaram pela sua emancipação.</div><br /><div align="justify">Por certo, episódios com mulheres excepcionais, mulheres artistas, mulheres educadoras, mulheres altruístas, mulheres empreendedoras que sonhavam e ajudaram, trabalhando na sombra, a transformar e a melhorar o mundo, existiram e teriam influenciado e mudado a sociedade do Portugal em que viveram, com posicionamentos progessistas e solidários. (. . .)</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Título - MULHERES DO ALENTEJO NA REPÚBLICA</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Autores</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>ANASTÁSIA MESTRINHO SALGADO</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>CARLOS EMÍLIO CARAPINHA</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>IDALETE GIGA</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Capa - ESPIGA PINTO</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-8292141186678498493?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-75005071822922985382011-04-03T20:06:00.000+01:002011-04-03T20:09:53.977+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCLDWS6BOT4/TZjFnSOmdUI/AAAAAAAABc4/40vVNnww6lI/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591436216079119682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCLDWS6BOT4/TZjFnSOmdUI/AAAAAAAABc4/40vVNnww6lI/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></a><strong> A TARTARUGA SONHADORA - MANUELA MORAIS</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Capa e desenhos - ESPIGA PINTO </div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-7500507182292298538?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-43736740339853495752011-04-02T13:39:00.003+01:002011-04-02T13:53:24.391+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--neFX989erg/TZcZhLyo6JI/AAAAAAAABcw/T9mzjHToAQs/s1600/IMG_0001_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590965520295323794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--neFX989erg/TZcZhLyo6JI/AAAAAAAABcw/T9mzjHToAQs/s400/IMG_0001_NEW.jpg" /></a><strong> </strong><strong>DOURO</strong> <br /><div align="justify">O Douro é ainda o Paraíso mágico que nos maravilha os olhos, fascina a alma e revigora o coração. É a porta de encantamento para uma realidade geográfica <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">incontornável</span>, determinante e envolvente. O Rio Douro serpenteia através das rochas e, dos dois lados em socalcos, erguem-se altas margens de montanhas adornadas de vinhas. Tem uma paisagem verdadeiramente excepcional.</div><br /><div align="justify">Os pequenos vales estão invadidos por oliveiras, amendoeiras e árvores de fruto.</div><br /><div align="justify">O Douro é, sem dúvida, de uma beleza e grandiosidade únicas. Será, com certeza, o recanto mais sublime da nossa Pátria. Aqui produz-se o célebre e delicioso Vinho do Porto, perpetuando um Património ímpar: de sabor, odor e cor excepcionais. É a mais antiga Região Demarcada do Mundo, com vista panorâmica esplêndida, pela sua imponente situação privilegiada de "tecto de Portugal".</div>(. . .) <strong>A TARTARUGA SONHADORA - MANUELA MORAIS</strong> / <strong>Capa e desenhos - ESPIGA PINTO</strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4373674033985349575?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-14230793638911409112011-04-01T20:23:00.004+01:002011-04-01T20:51:07.703+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkztYJJD52c/TZYnpQddUXI/AAAAAAAABco/x9SP29EmF_c/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590699577173692786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkztYJJD52c/TZYnpQddUXI/AAAAAAAABco/x9SP29EmF_c/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></strong></a><strong> AS MONTANHAS SÃO SAGRADAS</strong></div><br /><p align="justify"></p><br /><div align="justify">A Serra do Marão ergue-se dominante, o Céu repousa nas cristas das montanhas e, assim, os Deuses comunicam com os Seres da Terra. </div><br /><div align="justify">Devemos subir às montanhas e respeitá-las, buscar o Conhecimento Universal e iniciar, nas colinas, a comunicação privilegiada com o Divino. </div><br /><div align="justify">As enormes rochas arredondadas atestam a antiguidade e a sua imponência impressiona. O panorama é grandioso: é fascinante apreciar a paisagem sem dimensão, monumental! Maravilha permanentemente! Contemplamos, sem cessar, a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">magestade</span> deste cenário. Aqui, penhascos graníticos, urzes, pinheiros, rosmaninho, giestas, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">esteva</span> e animais aprendem os segredos de ler a posição das Estrelas e da Lua.</div><br /><div align="justify">(. . .)</div><br /><div align="center"><strong>A TARTARUGA SONHADORA - MANUELA MORAIS </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Capa e desenhos - ESPIGA PINTO </strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-1423079363891140911?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-28572283852365641182011-03-23T14:08:00.002Z2011-04-01T20:48:43.537+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwzKyEOBk8/TYn_8b692ZI/AAAAAAAABcY/4AeRCcc9vjM/s1600/IMG_0042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587278226482125202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwzKyEOBk8/TYn_8b692ZI/AAAAAAAABcY/4AeRCcc9vjM/s400/IMG_0042.jpg" /></a><strong> FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES - SER E LER MIGUEL TORGA </strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2857228385236564118?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-21438904078100169182011-03-13T17:25:00.001Z2011-04-01T20:43:25.048+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdWtQ66YfbI/TXz-N4GW9mI/AAAAAAAABcI/bfA3egPPmAc/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583617152383383138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdWtQ66YfbI/TXz-N4GW9mI/AAAAAAAABcI/bfA3egPPmAc/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center">Logotipo - ESPIGA PINTO</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2143890407810016918?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-40677757266293516342011-03-13T11:44:00.002Z2011-03-13T11:52:57.159Zvê só os<br />nardos secaram e<br />pouco choveu no<br />tenebroso mar se separaram os<br />nossos barcos e<br />havia luar anoitecia quando<br />partimos e<br />havia sol<br /><br />levou o vento norte para as dunas os<br />aromas dos nardos dos lírios e<br />dos ciprestes sílaba por<br />sílaba o<br />teu nome<br /><br />acenderam-se as luzes da cidade um<br />comboio parte para<br />sempre de um cais de pedra e água verde e<br />eu regresso<br /><br />Poema de FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES - Livro JÚBILO DA SEIVA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4067775726629351634?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-67605583261952520362011-03-07T11:43:00.002Z2011-03-07T12:18:10.137Z<div align="justify">O fim é o início do romance <em>O Ano da Morte de Ricardo Reis</em>: a personagem aporta ao sítio onde o mar acaba e a terra principia. Mas o movimento convoca uma segunda cena, porque há mais um gesto neste passo, desencadeado pela construção da imagem no molde inverso, sobre o negativo, do célebre verso de Camões: "Onde a terra se acaba e o mar começa".</div><div align="justify">Duas pontes misturam as suas sombras na mesma impossível arfadura, de fervor e naufrágio, que toda a paisagem respira. A personagem de José Saramago erra o caminho desde o primeiro passo, favorecendo os cenários secundários e os mecanismos de transtorno, a ambiguidade e as revoltas duma mente prestes a cada momento a fazer batota. Esse não sou eu e não a memória, mas o esquecimento perfaz a textura da pessoa e igualmente da sombra. O espectáculo governado pelo heterónimo de Fernando <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pessoa</span> é, evidentemente, um dos múltiplos, das imagens dissipadas ou prolongadas em <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">halos</span>, dos caminhos que se cumprem por fracturas, derrapagens, atrasos. Não é por acaso que o herói leva consigo um volume de <em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">The</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">God</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">of</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">the</span></em> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"><em>Labirinth</em></span>, livro emprestado, no vapor, mas que Ricardo Reis se esquece de devolver, prolongando, assim, o ondular enganador do mar. (. . .)</div><div align="justify">Autora - DIANA <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ADAMEK</span></div><div align="justify">Título - MELANCOLIAS PORTUGUESAS</div><div align="justify">Tradução - <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">TANTY</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">UNGUREANU</span></div><div align="justify">Capa - ESPIGA PINTO</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6760558326195252036?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-61392800114808191842011-02-22T19:34:00.001Z2011-02-22T19:37:03.643Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK5mbP61Yjw/TWQP_JHM42I/AAAAAAAABbo/_9k13SkxP44/s1600/MelancoliaParaInternet.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576599816043815778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wK5mbP61Yjw/TWQP_JHM42I/AAAAAAAABbo/_9k13SkxP44/s400/MelancoliaParaInternet.jpg" /></a><strong> MELANCOLIAS PORTUGUESAS - DIANA ADAMEK</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tradução - TANTY UNGUREANU</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Capa - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6139280011480819184?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-39231087968129866122011-02-21T13:42:00.003Z2011-02-21T13:47:14.197Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZysHQg0OlcI/TWJsG_38n6I/AAAAAAAABbg/Df5jAvEi4hw/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576138156119203746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZysHQg0OlcI/TWJsG_38n6I/AAAAAAAABbg/Df5jAvEi4hw/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /></a><strong> VASCO DA GAMA NAVEGA - DIANA ADAMEK</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tradução - TANTY UNGUREANU</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Capa - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3923108796812986612?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-5331859594736092382011-02-20T15:31:00.004Z2011-03-07T12:21:03.497Z<div align="center"><strong>VIZNAR</strong></div><p align="left"><strong></strong><strong><em>Poema dedicado a FREDERICO GARCIA LORCA</em></strong></p><p align="left"><strong><em></em></strong> </p><p align="left"><strong><em><br /></em>E quando eu chegar ao fim das</strong><br /><strong>minhas angústias e desejos e o</strong><br /><strong>tempo se fechar e o sol se enfim puser</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>cobri-me com terra e ervas areia algumas</strong><br /><strong>flores no meio de um caminho</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>que restem da memória que ficou</strong><br /><strong>as pegadas casuais</strong><br /><strong>breves e desiguais de</strong><br /><strong>ali ter passado alguém que ainda não voltou.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Poema de FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong><br /><strong>Livro - MEMÓRIA IMPERFEITA</strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-533185959473609238?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-32166681884750086232011-02-17T13:40:00.003Z2011-03-07T12:22:03.725Z<div align="center"><strong>PATIO DE LOS LEONES (GRANADA)</strong></div><strong></strong><br /><strong>Passariam um dia as nossas vidas sob</strong><br /><strong>estes arcos de filigrana abstracta e minuciosa</strong><br /><strong>momento a momento anunciada cada</strong><br /><strong>breve emoção estava prevista</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>um cavalo passa na memória do</strong><br /><strong>quotidiano que aqui decorreu seguiremos</strong><br /><strong>até ao pátio do encantador de serpentes a</strong><br /><strong>sua flauta a infância nos acorda na inconsciência</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>era uma vez uma fada que daqui partiu de</strong><br /><strong>cabelos dourados e</strong><br /><strong>aqui viemos ver se eram realidade os</strong><br /><strong>seus leões alados e</strong><br /><strong>se o amor que os contou e a</strong><br /><strong>fé que os escutou eram verdade.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Poema de FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES GONÇALVES</strong><br /><strong>Livro MEMÓRIA IMPERFEITA</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3216668188475008623?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-60539585438908086952011-02-13T16:55:00.002Z2011-02-13T17:11:16.122Z<div align="justify"><strong>( . . .)</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong>As preocupações de Camilo, durante a perseguição e julgamento que o levam à prisão, estão entre salvar a pele do degredo em África e assegurar a defesa da amante Ana Plácido. O crime de adultério era punido de modo diferente ao homem e à mulher e mesmo a prova era diferente.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>Para ajudar à condenação de Ana Plácido, apareceram várias testemunhas do concubinato.</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>Para Camilo "somente são admissíveis contra o <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">co</span>-Réu adúltero as provas do flagrante delito, ou as provas resultantes de cartas ou outros documentos escritos por ele".</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>O marido enganado, capitalista Pinheiro Alves, atribui ao ano de 1859 o início das relações <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">adulterinas</span> com vidas conjuntas, tanto no Porto e S. João da Foz, como em Lisboa. Ana fora "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">teúda</span> e <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">manteúda</span>, na mesma casa, com o maior escândalo, descaramento e publicidade", acusa o atraiçoado brasileiro.</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Título - CAMILO CASTELO BRANCO EM SANTO TIRSO</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Autor - ANTÓNIO JORGE RIBEIRO</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Prefácio - MARIA BELÉM RIBEIRO</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Capa - ESPIGA PINTO</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6053958543890808695?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-68884659303916487862011-02-01T20:26:00.002Z2011-02-01T20:39:26.854Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhszh98oHI/AAAAAAAABbE/rXFNStUdnvs/s1600/Camilo%2B-%2Bmesa.JPG"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568820571790942322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhszh98oHI/AAAAAAAABbE/rXFNStUdnvs/s400/Camilo%2B-%2Bmesa.JPG" /></strong></a><strong> Apresentação do Livro CAMILO CASTELO BRANCO EM SANTO TIRSO, de ANTÓNIO JORGE RIBEIRO, aconteceu no passado dia 27 de Janeiro, na JUNTA DE FREGUESIA de SANTO TIRSO.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Foi um verdadeiro acontecimento cultural . . .<br /></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6888465930391648786?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-68386761994564351702011-02-01T20:21:00.001Z2011-02-01T20:25:41.894Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhrtAetccI/AAAAAAAABa8/wD687TrhjZ4/s1600/Camilo%2B-%2Bautor%2Be%2BEspiga.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568819360210710978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhrtAetccI/AAAAAAAABa8/wD687TrhjZ4/s400/Camilo%2B-%2Bautor%2Be%2BEspiga.JPG" /></a><strong><br /></strong><strong>António Jorge Ribeiro (autor do livro) e Espiga Pinto (autor da capa).</strong><br /><strong>CAMILO CASTELO BRANCO EM SANTO TIRSO</strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-6838676199456435170?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-22297003833583582142011-02-01T20:17:00.000Z2011-02-01T20:21:00.140Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhq0WWo1fI/AAAAAAAABa0/_f8_4J1feV8/s1600/Camilo%2B-%2Bautor%2Be%2Bautor%2Bda%2Bcapa.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568818386829891058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhq0WWo1fI/AAAAAAAABa0/_f8_4J1feV8/s400/Camilo%2B-%2Bautor%2Be%2Bautor%2Bda%2Bcapa.JPG" /></a><strong> Autor do Livro e autor da capa.<br /></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-2229700383358358214?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-33999624471536148952011-02-01T20:08:00.002Z2011-02-01T20:14:18.053Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhomnh6oXI/AAAAAAAABas/VAp7K8-8Qzc/s1600/Camilo%2B-%2Baut%25C3%25B3grafos%2B-%2BTanty.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568815951899173234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhomnh6oXI/AAAAAAAABas/VAp7K8-8Qzc/s400/Camilo%2B-%2Baut%25C3%25B3grafos%2B-%2BTanty.JPG" /></a><strong> ANTÓNIO JORGE RIBEIRO enriqueceu o "mundo camiliano" com este belo livro.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Um momento de autografar . . .<br /></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3399962447153614895?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-30370432793911146472011-02-01T19:56:00.002Z2011-02-01T20:07:20.744Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhmARJHC9I/AAAAAAAABak/HkkoUx0_FrA/s1600/Camilo%2B-%2Bpessoas.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568813094031264722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhmARJHC9I/AAAAAAAABak/HkkoUx0_FrA/s400/Camilo%2B-%2Bpessoas.JPG" /></a><br /><strong>SANTO TIRSO festejou generosamente a Apresentação do livro CAMILO CASTELO BRANCO EM SANTO TIRSO.</strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3037043279391114647?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-38592783618855619752011-02-01T19:52:00.001Z2011-02-01T19:56:29.344Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhlH559lzI/AAAAAAAABac/Zt7V6PKlEU4/s1600/Camilo%2B-%2Baut%25C3%25B3grafos.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568812125721040690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhlH559lzI/AAAAAAAABac/Zt7V6PKlEU4/s400/Camilo%2B-%2Baut%25C3%25B3grafos.JPG" /></a><strong> O Autor autografa . . .<br /></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-3859278361885561975?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-85791455972157435592011-02-01T19:43:00.002Z2011-02-01T19:51:37.516Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhjJPpNJaI/AAAAAAAABaU/KdStaTzPrfM/s1600/Camilo%2B-%2Btodos%2Bem%2Bp%25C3%25A9.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568809949712950690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TUhjJPpNJaI/AAAAAAAABaU/KdStaTzPrfM/s400/Camilo%2B-%2Btodos%2Bem%2Bp%25C3%25A9.JPG" /></a><strong><br /></strong><strong>A Apresentação do livro CAMILO CASTELO BRANCO EM SANTO TIRSO, de ANTÓNIO JORGE RIBEIRO foi, sem dúvida, um acontecimento grandioso. As instalações da JUNTA DE FREGUESIA foram pequenas para tanta emoção!</strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-8579145597215743559?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-49710418976472629652011-01-24T19:53:00.001Z2011-01-24T19:59:38.851Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TT3ZnCqdgZI/AAAAAAAABaE/1zTt0sG4TIE/s1600/CCB-SantoTirso_K_Internete.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565843979252892050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TT3ZnCqdgZI/AAAAAAAABaE/1zTt0sG4TIE/s400/CCB-SantoTirso_K_Internete.jpg" /></span></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> ANTÓNIO JORGE RIBEIRO - CAMILO CASTELO BRANCO EM SANTO TIRSO</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Capa - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></span></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4971041897647262965?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-44958050979443164522011-01-17T15:13:00.002Z2011-01-24T20:00:28.997Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TTRc3cFIIXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Be_nYRF00n4/s1600/aTartarugaSonhadora_K_Site.jpg"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563173547209662834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TTRc3cFIIXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Be_nYRF00n4/s400/aTartarugaSonhadora_K_Site.jpg" /></strong></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> MANUELA MORAIS - A TARTARUGA SONHADORA</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Capa e desenhos - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-4495805097944316452?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1642398347748208289.post-76692166366205526782011-01-14T15:12:00.001Z2011-01-24T20:01:23.722Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TTBoYVsVteI/AAAAAAAABZk/jqXBd71TGgo/s1600/IMG_0059.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060307151828450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzRCwhNmdn0/TTBoYVsVteI/AAAAAAAABZk/jqXBd71TGgo/s400/IMG_0059.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> MANUELA MORAIS - TRÊS RIOS ABRAÇAM O CORAÇÃO</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Capa - ESPIGA PINTO<br /></div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1642398347748208289-7669216636620552678?l=tartarugaeditora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tartaruga Editorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09103974279227375575noreply@blogger.com1