tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73851622752668649772024-02-19T02:29:19.114+00:00Thoughts, Dreams and TalesStories for children. Stories for you.Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-78875894440612042592021-02-06T15:48:00.000+00:002021-02-06T15:48:00.402+00:00Princess Lara and the Quest for Shiny ObjectsFor my goddaughter Lara (5),My beautiful ray of sunshine.One day Princess Lara and
her dog Laika went on a quest for shiny objects. Princess Lara loved
all shiny objects, like diamonds. They walked and walked and walked,
but they couldn't find any shiny diamonds. They walked some more,
until they met a big, huge animal. It was grey. It had big ears and a
very long nose. They stopped to talk to Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-15213807050178675932020-07-12T16:21:00.004+01:002020-12-12T09:32:49.590+00:00The Art of Reinventing MyselfIt's been so long since
I've sat down to write something, anything...anything at all, that I
don't know how well this reflection will turn out. My life has
undergone so many ups and downs and twirling loops that perhaps –
just perhaps – my thoughts and creative streak have been scared
into a temporary paralysis.
I was a teacher of
English for well over twenty years. For the first fifteen Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-63615269387655533922017-04-30T15:57:00.000+01:002017-05-03T11:25:09.818+01:00A Journey through the Desert
(First posted in Portuguese, in March 2016)
For Julia
,
The Princess
with the Green Slippers
'Julia!
Bernardo!' shouted the Grand Master
'Julia!
Julia! Bernardo! Where are you,' shouted several people at the same
time.
'Juuuuliaaaah!...Julia,
honey, tell us where you are!' Cried
Mother Galia in her own language. She was so worried! Nobody had
seen Julia since Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-10073224821184284912017-03-08T11:25:00.000+00:002017-03-08T11:25:13.407+00:00A Piscina Mágica
Para minha afilhada
Lara,
Meu lindo raio de sol.
Era muito cedo pela manhã
e Otto, o Polvo, ainda estava a dormir na sua piscina de bolas
coloridas. De repente, ouviu-se um splash enorme e uma bola
verde veio lançada pelo ar, acertando-lhe na cabeça.
«Au!» Otto gritou,
assarapantado. «O que foi isso?» disse o polvo, olhando à volta.
Estava muito confuso e zangado. Ninguém Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-40933967483927825722017-02-19T13:02:00.002+00:002023-11-08T11:55:38.737+00:00The Dreadful Dragon Heavy-Foot
(First posted in Portuguese, in March 2011, when J. was 5
years old)
For my niece, Jessica
Long
ago when animals used to speak, there was a palace in the Kingdom of
Flowers with a king, a queen, and a princess.
Despite
it's beautiful name – the Kingdom of Flowers – the people who
lived there were not very happy. Their misfortune had begun seven
years earlier, when Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-22889618307029278292016-11-01T16:02:00.002+00:002017-02-11T19:25:49.756+00:00The Magical Pool
For
my goddaughter Lara.
A beautiful ray of sunshine.
It was very early in the
morning and Otto the Octopus was still sound asleep in his pool of
colourful balls. Suddenly, there was a huge splash and a green ball
came propelling through the air and hit him on his head.
'Ouch!' Otto cried out,
startled. 'What was that?' he said, looking around. He was very
confused and angry. Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-86907568614833621692016-08-12T11:01:00.000+01:002016-08-15T11:49:46.519+01:00Goodbye Childhood
Having refused to go out with her granny to buy some water, some milk and other stuff for the tired men and women who have been fighting fires and trying to save our woods and houses, she realised that it was almost lunchtime.
Sprawled on the bed with the TV on, the eleven-year old shouted out that she was hungry.
'Your granny'll be here in a bit with the pizza. Let's set the table so Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-57594940845334578382016-07-22T10:02:00.001+01:002016-08-12T11:02:59.663+01:00Resiliência
Algumas
característas são inatas aos seres humanos, como a chamada
«Gramática Zero» e a «Resiliência». Tanto uma como outra
aparecem em estado bruto, à espera dos estímulos certos para se
desenvolverem.
O que
é, então, isso da «Gramática Zero»? Não é mais do que a
capacidade linguística que os bebés têm de absorver as estruturas
de todas as línguas existentes, desde que, obviamente, Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-36719216386785553872016-04-20T13:24:00.000+01:002016-04-27T17:17:51.992+01:00An Adventure at the Grooming Parlour - A Picture Story
1. By the time I got to the dog hairdresser's I was already soaking wet - rainy day out!
What offensive
weather!
2. And
the torture begins!
3. Time
for a scrub! Oh, Help me!
4. How
I suffer!
5. Tornado
time!
6. Looking
shiny and cute again -Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-85298059295219018382016-04-20T13:04:00.000+01:002016-04-20T13:04:17.025+01:00A Casa dos Terrores! - História com Photos
1. Hoje
o dia começou mal. Com a chuva já cheguei toda ensopada ao
cabeleireiro! Que tempo mais ofensivo!
2. E a tortura começa!
3. Hora da banhoca. Socorro - tirem-me daqui!
4. Como
sofro!
5. Tornado
time!
6. Que
linda e sedosa estouPaulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-74812828730695213242016-03-02T20:04:00.003+00:002016-03-03T12:55:04.915+00:00Uma Viagem pelo Deserto
A minha mais recente história, escrita para a filha de uma colega. As instruções da miúda foram: «Quero uma história sobre um camelo que anda perdido no deserto.» Pois bem, o seu desejo foi concedido.
Para a Júlia,
a Princesa dasPantufas
Verdes
-
Júlia! Bernardo! - grita o Grande Mestre.
-
Júlia! Júlia! Bernardo! - Onde estão, gritam várias pessoas ao
mesmo tempo.
-
Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-29143471859369600002015-08-30T14:33:00.003+01:002015-09-09T20:20:18.915+01:00INTERESTS – A Ghost Story
For Thomas B., a good sport
This is the story of a
ghost who didn't know what to do. He was bored and tired of hanging
around the boy who lived in the house with the blue door. He'd been
happy during the time when the boy had listened to him and played his
games but one day, without prior warning, the boy started spending
most of his time away from home. He'd leave early in the morning to
Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-84229405028344699062015-07-29T23:09:00.002+01:002015-07-29T23:13:14.609+01:00Haiku - First attempt(s)Haiku baffle me, I must confess.
And how does the «cutting word» really work anyway? Even after these two humble attempts, I'm not quite sure whether I used it correctly or would actually be able to identify it.
Fat frog on a pad
one less dragonfly around -
Just life on the pond
Don't you vanish now
What of your honey so sweet?
My tea forever bitter
Somehow I feel tempted - Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-6910606172797034122015-07-26T23:34:00.000+01:002017-01-10T10:31:58.985+00:00Why do I write?
Reading has always been an essential part of my life, therefore my inspiration must be linked to the desire of
one day having a positive effect on someone, anyone, just as my
favourite authors have had on me. Otherwise, I don't walk
around with a notebook where I jot down feelings or describe
landscapes or random situations - I wish I did! I also wish I
were Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-61458430134800540282015-07-17T15:28:00.002+01:002015-07-17T15:28:20.638+01:00Target Audience
Establishing the right target audience is what I sometimes struggle with. While some of my short stories are clearly aimed at a more mature readership and others were clearly written for younger minds, there are a handful of tales of mine that would easily fall under a new reader category altogether: that of a universal target audience. As far as I know, publishers are still reluctant to accept Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-42932665306638916672015-07-15T14:59:00.000+01:002015-07-15T14:59:33.737+01:00Inspiration
A few
years back I was into meditation and in those 30 minutes of relaxed
concentration I would have visions or flashes of images that I would
later make sense of in stories. Then one day I moved and stopped
meditating altogether, and that was the end of my free inspirational
ride. Now most of the time I only seem to find inspiration when I am under Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-70201951024438751292015-07-12T18:27:00.004+01:002015-07-28T23:19:21.493+01:00A River Adventure
Mum
always liked to listen to the radio while they were having their
breakfast.
'One
of the thieves, who has been robbing jewellery shops in the Barcelona
area has been arrested and is awaiting trial under preventive
custody. Kirsten Hoffman was caught red-handed while trying to
fence one of the valuable diamonds from their first heist two weeks
ago. The public defender has announcedPaulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-17390347508829607302015-07-05T11:34:00.000+01:002015-09-10T10:56:23.377+01:00Sophia meets Fireman Oscar
For O. M. -
Thanks for your support
Lights
out. It was time for some shuteye.
Sophia's
eyes felt heavy, very heavy, and her body was becoming one with the
darkness in her bedroom.
Click.
A
sound broke the silence of the night. A sound almost inaudible but
just loud enough to jerk her back to reality.
Sophia
sat up with a start and rubbed her eyes. It had almost sounded like
Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-11300258949214720142015-06-26T19:56:00.000+01:002015-07-28T23:20:20.571+01:00Dani-Cat and Blue Bird
For Daniela,
former queen of cats.
'Psst!' called the bird.
'Uh?!? Who's that calling? Where are
you?'
'Up here, on the wall...why are you
sneaking around?'
'I'm not sneaking - I'm prowling!'
'Prowling like a cat?'
'Yes.'
'But you're not a cat!'
'Of course I am. Why else would I be
prowling. I'm Dani-Cat.'
'Are you sure you aren't a little girl
instead? You look a lot like a Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-2247713715932975982014-12-04T21:21:00.001+00:002015-07-06T19:45:05.123+01:0010,000 visitor milestone
We've reached the 10,000 visitor milestone!
Thank you to all of you who
have taken the time to visit my blog.
Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-4297191390316895052014-09-04T21:57:00.000+01:002016-06-18T12:41:20.404+01:00Popcorn Piggy is in Love
For
my niece
who
is madly in love with
Pablo
Alboran, the Spanish singer
On the Green Valley farm, the animals are really
excited about the new rooster. And it is not surprising for Boran
the Rooster has indeed a powerful and enigmatic voice, which makes
the lassies heave in infatuation and the boys go green with envy. I
myself find his insistence Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-51793132293775730572014-08-08T08:12:00.003+01:002015-08-21T22:17:34.275+01:00Stormy Friends
A new take on AEsop's fable The Ant and the Grasshopper/Cricket.What happens when a mismatched couple is forced to work together in order to survive?
'Help!
Help!' cried out a poor red ant as she fought against the current.
Two silk worms had already sailed past her on a mulberry leaf, a frog
with red spots had glided by struggling to man a huge lily pad, as
had several ants, her Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-57260150541799713022014-04-24T15:34:00.000+01:002015-07-28T23:21:42.802+01:00Kheila
Kheila
The day had finally come
for Kheila to be separated from her family. She was frightened and
felt really insecure, the poor thing. Had she done something to
upset her owners? What could it have been? She was generally a
quiet, well-behaved pooch whom everybody seemed to love. Yet they
were going to give her away.
Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-11032393155260253122014-03-15T23:03:00.001+00:002014-03-16T00:15:50.661+00:00Uma Questão de Cor / A Question of Colour
Procuro patrocinadores para este livro
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Uma Questão de Cor
Felizmente tenho conseguido passar pela vida desapercebida, e as poucas vezes que fui avistada acabaram por ser experiências bastante traumatizantes, onde escapei de boa por um triz ou por pouco, o que quer que lhe queiram chamar. Contudo, preferiria não ter que pensar sobre essas Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321553688688011980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385162275266864977.post-87287160040190909972014-03-15T22:04:00.001+00:002014-03-15T22:05:50.349+00:00Your opinion is important!
A special request
Thank you very much for your interest in my blog.
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