Textos

SHORT STORIES – imagine a world without tecnologies

Divulgamos três pequenas histórias muito originais escritas por alunos do 10ºano para corresponder ao desafio que lhes foi lançado: – Imaginar o mundo sem tecnologias.
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Short story The Fault in Modern Times
Inês Brandão and Luciana Lopes (10ªB)
I am Luke. I live in a different world from the one about a week ago. NASA cut off all electricity, taking with it every bit of technology.
I’ve tried everything, everything in my power, but nothing worked, nothing has yet been able to surpass technology, to entertain me, to keep me away from my lonely thoughts.
Last dinner, my family and I were discussing this crazy and unbelievable NASA thing when my grandfather barged in, claiming he had a room full of something called “books” that belonged to his ancestors. My grandfather explained me the concept of “books”, that is a part of someone’s brain being exposed in paper, and I found it beautiful and although I’ve never had contact with one, the only thing I wished for, in that moment, was to touch one and run my eyes through it.
So here I am, sitting down while the sun hits the book, lighting it up, and I finally let my fingers reach its cover, being “The Fault in Our Stars”  the words imprinted on it.
I’ve spent hours in this world full of words that touch my heart and bring me peace and love like I’ve never experienced before. I feel weird, for the first time ever I feel the love that everyone talks about.
I put the book down, reluctantly, I didn’t want to exit this beautiful and tragic world. A single book gave me in some hours something technology had never been able to give me for this entire time.
I look out the window, my eyes full of this emotion, just as this boy appears in my sight. He has the most beautiful brown hair, kissed by the sun. The prettiest face I’ve ever seen, and his eyes…oh his eyes, they stare back at me, their honey colour reaching me and my heart.
For the first time ever I fell in love.
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Short Story A new and harder life
Susana Acabou and Cátia Silva (10ºB)
Thursday, 20th November 2030.
I was at home in Bremen, Germany, a dictatorial country, when all my family was surprised by five men. They took all of our technological devices, such as mobile phones, TV, microwaves and they even cut our light off! It happened to everyone we knew around, so we couldn’t know about the other people from other cities.
In the next morning my father ran home and brought a newspaper. There it was written the reason why it happened: the dictator took technology away from us. He did it so we won’t keep in touch with the whole world and he can control us. He cut off the electricity just for revenge because we had tried to make Germany free again, three weeks ago.
Now everything’s so boring, we don’t know what’s happening in the world anymore, we don’t know how our families are, we only can read or write, we can go outside only between 7am and 10pm, because if we get caught earlier or later, we’ll be punished!! If you want to talk with someone, you have to go and search for them, but if that person lives too far away you can write. NEVERTHELESS, BE CAREFUL, because the dictator will know what was written there!
Everything’s worse and worse, so different, and we’re sad not only because we have lost those things, but because we have lost our touch with the entire world and that’s completely weird, that’s so hard and everything’s so incomplete.
Well, that’s the tenth letter I’m writing since it happened, a week ago, and I hope no one finds it, otherwise, wish me good luck!!
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SHORT STORY – The Big Change
Simão Guerreiro and João Baptista (10ºA)

This story happens in New York city, in 2060, in a completely new world.
The group of hackers “Anonymous” had created a virus that caused the destruction of all gadgets like tablets, smart phones and computers. Now the society has been adapting itself to the change.
This is a little bit of my story and how I have been adapting myself to this change. My name is John Baptist and I’m a 58 year-old- man. I must admit, I wasn’t hoping this for my future. This isn’t the way I expected life would be.
Now kids play in the streets, people interact a lot with each other and I think: “What happened to the world?”. When I look at the way my childhood was in 2015 and I compare it to the way kids live nowadays, I must admit that these kids are lucky, because they weren’t infected by the tech disease. Kids now play free, with no fears, they feel safer because they are less exposed and they love face to face conversations and appreciate and give much value to the moments with other persons, which didn’t happen so often in 2017.
Somehow I think the way I live now is much better but there is something that I see a little wrong, which is the education system without the use of gadgets because (the thing that I see in my children) sometimes gadgets would help a lot on research and group works.
In my early 15, I couldn’t imagine a world without any gadgets and I thought it would be the collapse of economy and society but now my point of view has changed and I love the way society has evolved.
Divulgamos três pequenas histórias muito originais escritas por alunos do 10ºano para corresponder ao desafio que lhes foi lançado: – Imaginar o mundo sem tecnologias.
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Short story The Fault in Modern Times
Inês Brandão and Luciana Lopes (10ªB)
I am Luke. I live in a different world from the one about a week ago. NASA cut off all electricity, taking with it every bit of technology.
I’ve tried everything, everything in my power, but nothing worked, nothing has yet been able to surpass technology, to entertain me, to keep me away from my lonely thoughts.
Last dinner, my family and I were discussing this crazy and unbelievable NASA thing when my grandfather barged in, claiming he had a room full of something called “books” that belonged to his ancestors. My grandfather explained me the concept of “books”, that is a part of someone’s brain being exposed in paper, and I found it beautiful and although I’ve never had contact with one, the only thing I wished for, in that moment, was to touch one and run my eyes through it.
So here I am, sitting down while the sun hits the book, lighting it up, and I finally let my fingers reach its cover, being “The Fault in Our Stars”  the words imprinted on it.
I’ve spent hours in this world full of words that touch my heart and bring me peace and love like I’ve never experienced before. I feel weird, for the first time ever I feel the love that everyone talks about.
I put the book down, reluctantly, I didn’t want to exit this beautiful and tragic world. A single book gave me in some hours something technology had never been able to give me for this entire time.
I look out the window, my eyes full of this emotion, just as this boy appears in my sight. He has the most beautiful brown hair, kissed by the sun. The prettiest face I’ve ever seen, and his eyes…oh his eyes, they stare back at me, their honey colour reaching me and my heart.
For the first time ever I fell in love.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Short Story A new and harder life
Susana Acabou and Cátia Silva (10ºB)
Thursday, 20th November 2030.
I was at home in Bremen, Germany, a dictatorial country, when all my family was surprised by five men. They took all of our technological devices, such as mobile phones, TV, microwaves and they even cut our light off! It happened to everyone we knew around, so we couldn’t know about the other people from other cities.
In the next morning my father ran home and brought a newspaper. There it was written the reason why it happened: the dictator took technology away from us. He did it so we won’t keep in touch with the whole world and he can control us. He cut off the electricity just for revenge because we had tried to make Germany free again, three weeks ago.
Now everything’s so boring, we don’t know what’s happening in the world anymore, we don’t know how our families are, we only can read or write, we can go outside only between 7am and 10pm, because if we get caught earlier or later, we’ll be punished!! If you want to talk with someone, you have to go and search for them, but if that person lives too far away you can write. NEVERTHELESS, BE CAREFUL, because the dictator will know what was written there!
Everything’s worse and worse, so different, and we’re sad not only because we have lost those things, but because we have lost our touch with the entire world and that’s completely weird, that’s so hard and everything’s so incomplete.
Well, that’s the tenth letter I’m writing since it happened, a week ago, and I hope no one finds it, otherwise, wish me good luck!!
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
SHORT STORY – The Big Change
Simão Guerreiro and João Baptista (10ºA)

This story happens in New York city, in 2060, in a completely new world.
The group of hackers “Anonymous” had created a virus that caused the destruction of all gadgets like tablets, smart phones and computers. Now the society has been adapting itself to the change.
This is a little bit of my story and how I have been adapting myself to this change. My name is John Baptist and I’m a 58 year-old- man. I must admit, I wasn’t hoping this for my future. This isn’t the way I expected life would be.
Now kids play in the streets, people interact a lot with each other and I think: “What happened to the world?”. When I look at the way my childhood was in 2015 and I compare it to the way kids live nowadays, I must admit that these kids are lucky, because they weren’t infected by the tech disease. Kids now play free, with no fears, they feel safer because they are less exposed and they love face to face conversations and appreciate and give much value to the moments with other persons, which didn’t happen so often in 2017.
Somehow I think the way I live now is much better but there is something that I see a little wrong, which is the education system without the use of gadgets because (the thing that I see in my children) sometimes gadgets would help a lot on research and group works.
In my early 15, I couldn’t imagine a world without any gadgets and I thought it would be the collapse of economy and society but now my point of view has changed and I love the way society has evolved.


Textos Vencedores do “Concurso Literário Bepamf 2009/ 2010"

Recalco pensamentos e ideias

Com o vermelho sangue das veias

Versos recitados como teias

Atingindo pessoas com palavras feias


O centro da razão está presente em mim

Mesmo quando a razão não a senti,

E sem ti felicidade que me deixas só,

Dá-me um sorriso com piedade e dó


Incertezas e certezas de uma razão certa

Com ingenuidade a tudo deixo a porta aberta

E entra o Vento com Ar de todo o mundo

Que cura e fere abrindo um poço sem fundo.


Caio na realidade mas é tarde e volto a errar

Porque é com os erros que me estou a ensinar

Então já serei sábio de tantos erros cometidos

O erro é o mesmo os diferentes são os feridos


Agora crescido e com serenidade

Vejo que tudo isto fez parte da idade

Idade problemática que é a adolescência

E que hoje sinto saudade com a sua ausência

                                            António Cunha
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É olhando para os prados verdes que se encontram do outro lado da janela que me lembro.
Lembro-me dos ternos e verdes espelhos da alma, de um coração que em sintonia com o meu criava a mais bela melodia.

Lembro-me das palavras doces, proferidas com encantamento tal que me levavam aos céus, embalando-me.

Lembro-me do suave toque, do cheiro viciante.

Lembro-me de tudo.

Mas acabou, e dele apenas tenho a estaca que trespassou meu coração, deixando cicatrizes eternas da dor sentida.

Agora, vive no meu pensamento, controlando meus passos sem que eu saiba. Impede-me que eu prossiga com a minha vida, prendeu-me no meu próprio coração, de onde não encontro saída.

Agora cresci, e aprendi a conviver com ele no meu corpo. Contudo, a insuportável dor que me causa, enfraquece-me. Caio, sem forças para me levantar. Arrependo-me de o ter deixado entrar e não o conseguir deixar sair.

Agora, caída no chão, verto as últimas lágrimas e lembro-me do amor que sentia, lembro-me também de como me tratava, lembro-me como não me compreendia, de como afinal me ignorava e deixava sofrer. Lembro-me de como ele nunca tinha razão. Lembro-me por que acabou.

Agora respiro fundo, e levanto-me. Ignoro a dor insuportável e dou forças à fraqueza que sinto.

Agora arranco-te do meu coração e olho em frente de modo a prosseguir.

                                                                                                                                      Mariam Kholany
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Livros que falam

(Os livros foram uma das paixões da minha adolescência)

Quando estás triste
Consola-te num livro
Se és forte e feliz
Não te faltam amigos
Quando tens dúvidas
Tira-as num livro
Se queres chorar
Não estragues o livro
Se sentes um turbilhão
Descansa nas ondas de um livro
Se tens poucos amigos
Agarra-te a um livro
Não sabes beijar
Beija um livro
Tens noites sem dormir
Descansa na paz dum livro
Tens dúvidas nas hormonas incríveis
Cura-te num livro
Queres um barco sem vento
Aconselha-te num livro
Um livro és tu
Um livro é a natureza
Tudo isto que nos rodeia
E há tanta beleza
nas tuas mãos
Na menina dos teus olhos
Tanta beleza nos animais
Ajuda nas terapias emocionais
Um livro és tu
Tu que sonhas sem bússola
Que sonhas com mundos desconhecidos
Que tens segredos escondidos
Que tens um coração por decifrar
Tu és um livro.

Professor Joaquim Lagoa


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Escrever faz-me bem

Não gosto de escrever;
Aquilo que escrevo
É um modo de esquecer;
Tudo o que detesto

Escrevo sobre amizades,
Sentimentos,
Falsidades
E arrependimentos

Escrevo sobre racismo,
Porque apenas num papel rasurado
Posso escrever o que penso
Sobre quem é criticado...

Escrevo, porque me faz sentir bem...
Escrevo, porque numa simples folha de papel...
Posso criticar, ofender,
Pois ninguém irá ver

Não gosto de escrever,
Mas escrever faz-me bem;
Tento fazê-lo
Sem magoar ninguém!

Alexandra, 8ºC (2008/2009)
 
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