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** Give Gave Given Dar Go Went Gone Ir Grind Ground Ground Moer Grow Grew Grown Crescer, cultivar Have Had Had Ter, beber, comer. Hear Heard Heard Ouvir Hide Hid Hidden, hid Esconder Hit Hit Hit Bater Hold Held Held Segurar Hurt Hurt Hurt Machucar Keep Kept Kept Guardar, manter Know Knew Known Saber, conhecer Lay Laid Laid Colocar em posicao horizontal, assentar. Lead Led Led Liderar Leave Left Left Deixar, partir Lend Lent Lent Dar emprestado Let Let Let Deixar, alugar Lie Lay Lain Deitar Lose Lost Lost Perder, extraviar Make Made Made Fazer, fabricar ** Mean Meant Meant Significar, querer dizer. Meet Met Met Encontrar, conhecer Overcome Overcame Overcome Superar Overtake Overtook Overtaken Alcancar, surpreender Pay Paid Paid Pagar Put Put Put Colocar Quit Quit Quit Abandonar Read Read Read Ler Ride Rode Ridden Andar Ring Rang Rung Tocar (campainha, etc.) Rise Rose Risen Subir, erguer-se. Run Ran Run Correr, concorrer, dirigir. Saw Sawed Sawn Serrar Say Said Said Dizer See Saw Seen Ver Seek Sought Sought Procurar obter, objetivar. Sell Sold Sold Vender Send Sent Sent Mandar Set Set Set Por em determinada condicao, marcar, ajustar**. Shake Shook Shaken Sacudir, tremer Shed Shed Shed Soltar, deixar cair**. Shine Shone Shone Brilhar, reluzir Shoot Shot Shot Atirar, alvejar Show Showed Shown Mostrar, exibir Shrink Shrank Shrunk Encolher, contrair Shut Shut Shut Fechar, cerrar Sing Sang Sung Cantar Sink Sank Sunk Afundar, submergir Sit Sat Sat Sentar Slay Slew Slain Matar, assassinar Sleep Slept Slept Dormir Slide Slid Slid Deslizar, escorregar Sling Slung Slung Atirar, arremessar Speak Spoke Spoken Falar Spend Spent Spent Gastar Spin Spun Spun Fiar, rodopiar Spit Spit, spat Spit, spat Cuspir Spread Spread Spread Espalhar Spring Sprang Sprung Fazer saltar Stand Stood Stood Parar de pe, aguentar. Steal Stole Stolen Roubar Stick Stuck Stuck Cravar, fincar, enfiar. Sting Stung Stung Picar (inseto) Stink Stank Stunk Cheirar mal Strike Struck Struck Golpear, desferir, atacar. String Strung Strung Encordoar, amarrar Strive Strove Striven Esforcar-se, lutar. Swear Swore Sworn Jurar, prometer, assegurar. Sweep Swept Swept Varrer Swim Swam Swum Nadar Swing Swung Swung Balancar, alternar Take Took Taken Tomar ** Teach Taught Taught Ensinar, dar aula. Tear Tore Torn Rasgar, despedacar Tell Told Told Contar Think Thought Thought Pensar Throw Threw Thrown Atirar, arremessar Tread Trod Trodden Pisar, trilhar Undergo Underwent Undergone Submeter-se a, suportar. Understand Understood Understood Entender Uphold Upheld Upheld Sustentar, apoiar, defender. Wear Wore Worn Vestir, usar, gastar. Win Won Won Vencer, ganhar Wind Wound Wound Enrolar, rodar, dar corda. Write Wrote Written Escrever, redigir **Verbos de significado multiplo, que podem mudar consideravelmente de significado, conforme a frase em que ocorrerem. Em maior ou menor grau, a maioria dos significados em portugues, fornecidos acima, serve apenas como indicativo aproximado e provavel. O significado exato vai sempre depender do contexto em que ocorrerem os verbos. http://www.sk.com.br/sk-irrve.html
Good afternoon everyone!The First Round das eleicoes ja foi, mas, ja que teremos o Second Round, nada mais interesting do que aprender o vocabulary according to the event!Vamos separar o vocabulary em Verbs and Nouns:Verbs:To elect (eleger)Te re-elect (reeleger)To cast one's ballot (votar)To vote for (votar)To run for (candidatar-se)To put to a vote (colocar em voto)To enfranchise (dar direito ao voto)To disenfranchise (tirar o direito ao voto)Nouns:Candidate (Candidato)Poll (Votacao)Electorate (Eleitorado)First/Second round (Primeiro/Segundo Turno)Vote (Voto)Campaign (Campanha)Slogan (Slogan)Term (mandato)Now, the vocabulary you know, think about your candidate and don't waste your vote ;-)Teacher Fabs Quem nunca ouviu falar sobre THANKSGIVING?Quem nunca viu uma celebracao de Thanksgiving nos seriados ou ate mesmo em filmes?Pra quem nao viu....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avE0ozYmTDABut, what is THANKSGIVING?O Thanksgiving e um feriado celebrado na ultima quinta-feira do mes de novembro in the United States, e na segunda segunda-feira do mes de outubro in Canada.O thanksgiving ou dia de acao de gracas, e o dia em que os povos agradecem pelos bons feitos ocorridos durante o ano. O evento surgiu quando the US ainda era New England, como um festival de agradecimento a Deus pela colheita anual. Os nativos (indios) ajudaram os novos habitantes da terra.Nowadays, o Thanksgiving e celebrado com uma ceia (parecida com a de Natal) e os principais simbolos sao o peru e o milho. Family and Friends se reunem para agradecerem sobre as coisas boas que conquistaram durante o ano.This year,o Thanksgiving esta sendo celebrado hoje, November 25th.What about you? Do you celebrate Thanksgiving?Teacher Fabi Quando se fala em Halloween, automaticamente vem a nossa mente bruxas e aboboras. Mas de onde surgiu a ideia da abobora para decorar as Halloween Parties?Leiam o texto a seguir e descubram.The Story of Jack-O-Lantern (By Tammarigan Tyrsdaughter)Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a man named Jack.Jack was a handsome man, big and strong, equal in prowess both in battle and in bed. He had many friends, and many a young lass pined after him.It so happened once, when Jack was in the midst of a battle, laying low the foes of his tribe, that he suddenly saw a wondrous vision. A woman, beautiful beyond his wildest dreams, dark of hair and eye, and with skin as pale as virgin snow, riding a flaming chariot, spear in hand, and a raven on each shoulder.As the chariot drew close, the woman spoke to Jack."Come with me," she said, "for I love Thee, and would have Thee with me for all time."But Jack was frightened, for he recognized the woman for what She was. "I don't want to go with Thee," he answered in a shaking voice, "I know Thee - Thou art the Morrighan, the Chooser of the Slain, and I am not ready to die."Bright sparked the eyes of the Goddess in pride and anger, and She wheeled her chariot and was gone from Jack's vision.But as he stood there, frozen in awe, an enemy warrior struck him a great sword blow across the face. Jack did not die from his wound, but his face was forever ruined, and
the lasses that pined after him before, now ran from him in fear. And so Jack did not marry.Time passed. Jack learned the art of a harper, and became known across the land for his beautiful melodies, for though he could not sing, his hands were skilled and gentle on the strings, and his lilting tunes brought both joy and sadness to the heart.It so happened once, that when Jack was travelling, he stopped at an Inn on the crossroads. He was served his dinner by a beautiful middle-aged woman, full of figure, with dark, all-knowing eyes, and raven tresses braided in a crown around her pale face.When Jack got into his wagon, and was ready to travel on, this same woman, wearing a dark cloak, stepped from the shadow of a nearest tree."Do not travel further, Jack," she said in a husky voice, "Come with me instead, for I love Thee, and I would have Thee with me for all time."But Jack was frightened, for he recognized the woman for what She was. "I don't want to go with Thee," he answered in a shaking voice, "I know Thee - Thou art the Morrighan, the Fantom Queen, and I am not ready to die."Bright sparked the eyes of the Goddess in pride and anger, and She whirled around, her dark cloak flaring around her like the wing of a raven, and disappeared into the shadow.Jack continued on, but not half a mile along the road his horses spooked and ran wild, his wagon overturned, and he was gravely wounded when he fell out and was caught under the wheel. He did not die, but he lost his arm, and could play his harp no more after that.Time passed. Though Jack was never again a warrior or a harper, his family, his kin, cared kindly for him. But everyone grows old, and in time, his brothers got old, and his sisters got old, and the younger generation no longer cared for him as well as his own siblings.It so happened once, that right after his last brother's death, Jack was crossing a small river at a ford. It was late Autumn, and he paused on the bank to take off his shoes and socks, and roll up his breaches before wading into the almost-freezing water. Then, when he looked up again, he noticed something strange. Where the bank he was on was still red and gold with Autumn leaves, the other bank was white with snow, which lay in a thick blanket, as if it had been there for weeks. Amidst the snows, behind the dark shapes of old, gnarled trees, he saw a village, half-hidden in the mist. Warm, golden light shined from the windows of the houses that seemed familiar and welcoming to him. In front of one the houses he thought he saw his dead brother wave and fade into the gathering gloom. He also noticed an old woman on the other side, crouched by the water, and covered in dark, shapeless rags. She seemed to be washing something
in the river, and her arms were red up to the elbows, and where she touched the water, the river ran red as blood. To his horror, Jack noticed that what she was washing looked very much like his own best embroidered tunic that he was wearing for his brother's funeral. The old woman looked up, and her face was as white as snow and deeply lined, with grey wisps of hair framing it like a halo, and deeply sunken black eyes that seemed like the pits of the night."Cross the river, and come to me, Jack," she said in a harsh, raspy voice, "for I love Thee, and I would have Thee with me for all time."But Jack was frightened, for he recognized the woman for what She was. "I don't want to go with Thee," he answered in a shaking voice, "I know Thee - Thou art the Morrigan, the Hag, the Washer at the Ford, and I am not ready to die."Suddenly, where before there was an old woman, The Great Queen stood in all Her Otherworldly majesty, the dark rags magically transforming into the dark wings of a raven."Thou art a fool, Jack!" She raged, as her black tresses flew wildly around Her face, and her eyes flamed like stars at midnight. "Thrice thy time came, and thrice I offered thee my love, for I had chosen thee as a wife would choose a husband. Thou could have been a young warrior at my side. Thou could have woven songs of splendor at my feast. Thou could have lived with me in peace and with thy family about thee. And thrice you rejected me out of fear. Now I reject thee. Never more shall I come to thee. Never more shall I call to thee. But by my curse thou shalt live for as long as this candle burns."She reached across the river - it seemed easy now, for She was more then human - and placed a candle on the ground at Jack's feet. Then she was gone, snow and the misty village disappearing with Her, leaving nothing but an Autumn forest behind.At first, Jack was terrified. The candle was small - surely it would burn down and die within minutes, and Jack along with it. But as minutes passed, he felt great relief, for not a drop of wax rolled down the side of the candle, and it did not seem to be burning down at all.Carefully guarding the flame of the candle, Jack went home.Time passed. Year after year, rolling in unending cycles. Everyone whom Jack had known as a young man had long since passed away. No one was left who even knew who he was, and in his small village he was just treated as a crazy old man, a burden on everyone, and a helper to none, for while he lived on and on, he also got older and older, and weaker and weaker, and even his mind started giving out after awhile. After a very long time, all he knew was
that he had to keep his candle burning, lest he die.His house fell into ruin, his field went untended, and all that would grow there were some turnips that his neighbors planted for him out of kindness. One night, a lightening bolt struck his house, and it burned down. Jack then took one of the turnips from his field, carved it into a lantern, and put his candle there, so that it would be protected from the rain.He left his village and started wondering about with his lantern, looking and calling to friends and family long gone. His body grew older and older, until even his flesh disappeared, leaving only a spirit without physical substance. He hardly even noticed, for even as a spirit he still could not pass to the Other World, wondering this one with his lantern, a sad and lonely ghost, forever cursed from his fate by his fear.And that is why turnip lanterns - now pumpkin lanterns - are called Jack-o-lanterns, and that is why we light them on Samhain - to remember Jack and his great fear, and to light the way for all the lost souls wondering about in the darkness looking for the passage to the Otherworld.http://www.tuathadebrighid.org/HoTH/asamhain.htmDeixei o texto todo in English como desafio mesmo. Qualquer duvida, mande comentarios.Hope you like it,Teacher Fabs
Hello everybody!My today's text is going to talk about this special day and how people celebrate it.December 25th, everybody knows that we celebrate Christmas. But what is it???Everyone knows that today is the day when we celebrate Jesus Christ's birth and we all should be at church celebrating the One who gave his life to save us.Unfortunately, most people just remember this day to drink, eat and have fun. Most of them even forget their family, friends and they totally forget about Jesus...On the other hand, the ones who don't forget the meaning of this day, use to make big and special meetings at home with their family, exchanging gifts and having a great time with family. Most of them use to go to the church to celebrate Jesus =)Today I wish you a very good and special day, I really hope you enjoy it with Jesus by your side and, of course, all your family and friends with you.Merry Christmas everyone.Teacher Fabs***o texto de hoje foi mais um desabafo, claro, incluindo algum vocabulario da lingua Inglesa. Se alguem nao entender, so mandar as duvidas que eu ajudo ;-) Em comemoracao ao Dia Internacional da mulher, nao podia deixar esse assunto passar em branco aqui.O perfil das mulheres brasileiras mudou bastante nos ultimos anos, especialmente o daquelas que vivem em grandes centros urbanos, com maior acesso a tecnologia, a educacao e ao mercado de trabalho. A imagem da vovo que ficava sentada na cadeira de balanco fazendo trico, cozinhando para os netos e maldizendo a vizinha desquitada esta em extincao. Hoje, a mulher de 60 anos pode ate ter habilidades para o artesanato e preparar bolos deliciosos, mas tambem trabalha, vai a academia, namora e passa longe da acepcao de idosa que um dia nossas avos e bisavos encarnaram.Hoje, ninguem se espanta ao ver uma mulher de 30 anos solteira, uma de 40 sem filhos, outra de 50 de namorado novo ou uma de 60 comecando um trabalho. A atual geracao feminina parece estar redefinindo as antigas faixas etarias: os 30 parecem os novos 20; os 40, os novos 30 e assim por diante. O que aconteceu na verdade foi que depois das conquistas em movimentos sociais e feministas, as mulheres adotaram outra forma de conviver na familia, na vida cotidiana, na maneira de se comportar. Ter filhos mais tarde, ser independente financeiramente, dedicar-se aos estudos, cuidar do corpo e continuar trabalhando, inclusive na terceira idade, sao comportamentos cada vez mais comuns. Um exemplo e o numero de maes com idade entre 30 e 34 anos, que subiu consideravelmente nos ultimos 5 anos. Sem falar na participacao das mulheres no mercado de trabalho que tambem aumentou. E por que nao fazer um comparativo do nosso perfil como mulheres hoje, com as mulheres de mesma faixa etaria alguns anos atras? Quem e a mulher de 30, atualmente? E em que ela difere da mulher de 30 dos anos 80? Os tempos mudaram e certamente as coisas estao bem diferentes em relacao ao "tempo de nossas maes". O perfil das mulheres contemporaneas, em cada
decada de vida, e as peculiaridades de cada faixa etaria mudou e continua mudando:>>> Mulheres de 30Hoje a mulher de 30 e mais independente financeiramente, com a carreira em primeiro plano. Boa parte delas, especialmente as mulheres de classe media, ainda nao tem filhos e adia a maternidade para se dedicar a carreira. Ou vive a primeira gravidez nesta faixa. Estudar e trabalhar ja e algo estabelecido para esta geracao. O casamento ja e colocado como uma etapa tardia da vida.Antes, as mulheres de 30, mesmo da geracao anterior, ja tinham familias constituidas e se dedicavam ao lar. Se nao tivessem se casado, eram vistas como solteironas. Muitas delas eram casadas e tiveram filhos, mas, ao mesmo tempo, se empenharam duramente para ter acesso a educacao, mesmo ainda assumindo os papeis tradicionais de mae e esposa.>>> Mulheres de 40Hoje a mulher de 40 tem filhos de idades bem distintas, uma carreira consolidada, investe nos estudos mesmo que de maneira mais tardia e continua dando importancia a profissao. Com o avanco da medicina, a mulher tambem pode pensar em ser mae mais para frente. E a mulher da jornada tripla, aquela que teve suas conquistas profissionais, mas continua cuidando da familia.Antes, uma mulher de 40 ja era mae de adolescentes e dificilmente voltaria a estudar. Quando trabalhava, dividia as tarefas do lar com a profissao, que geralmente era ligada ao universo feminino, como magisterio ou enfermagem. Tambem nao era bem vista pela sociedade caso fosse divorciada. Era uma mulher que nao tinha uma preocupacao tao grande com a aparencia e com o corpo. Usar maquiagem e se produzir eram coisas para fazer apenas quando se tinha um evento muito importante, um casamento e olhe la.>>> Mulheres de 50Hoje a mulher de 50 possui aparencia jovial, carreira ja consolidada e disposicao para comecar um novo romance. E uma mulher experiente, mas ainda jovem e ativa na vida social. Muitas sao maes de familia, mas atuam tambem em varias carreiras profissionais.Antes, uma mulher de 50 anos provavelmente ja era avo e dificilmente comecaria um novo relacionamento, caso se separasse ou ficasse viuva. Antes, com a chegada do climaterio, a mulher se considerava velha. Era mais presa ao seu mundo privado, dentro do lar.>>> Mulheres de 60Hoje a mulher de 60 busca ter corpo saudavel, aparencia natural, ainda ativas profissional, social e, muitas delas, ate sexualmente. E um prolongamento nao so da expectativa de vida, mas da carreira tambem. Antes, uma mulher de 60 era uma "senhorinha" e se enxergava com limitacoes, como se tivesse um selo de validade prestes a vencer. Sem tantas alternativas medicas e tecnologicas hoje disponiveis, ela nao se cuidava muito. No campo profissional, as que estavam no mercado de trabalho estavam vislumbrando a aposentadoria.>>> Mulheres de 70Hoje a mulher de 70 e saudavel, bonita e com vigor para atuar no mercado de trabalho e em novos projetos. As mulheres de 70 hoje sao ativas, bem informadas e viajam com as amigas (E minha sogra que o diga). Boa parte das mulheres nesta faixa etaria esta mais preocupada com a saude e
a aparencia, pratica exercicios moderados e tem uma alimentacao balanceada.Antes, uma mulher de 70 era a avo que contava historias para os netinhos, fazia trico, bordados e bolos deliciosos. Dedicava-se unica e exclusivamente a familia e dificilmente realizaria um trabalho fora de casa de forma mais ativa. Agora, aquela vovo caseira, quieta e de cabelos brancos tende a ficar somente nos contos e na poesia.Nao e facil a correria para manter a familia bem cuidada e ainda ter um tempinho para voce.Parabens Guerreira! O dia e seu!San Bezerra
Ola pessoal, tudo bem!?Quem nao gosta de novidades? Eu amo!!Pois e isso o que teremos aqui, coisas novas, talentos novos e muitas experiencias maravilhosas para compartilhar.Fiquei tao feliz de ter essa moca linda com a gente, voces nem imaginam, mas nao vou ficar rasgando seda, nao. Vou deixa-la falar por ela mesma. Com voces a minha teacher favorita:____Meu nome e Irina, tenho 32 anos, sou esposa do Roberto, mae do Joao Luccas, formada em Letras, professora de lingua inglesa para educacao infantil e novidadeira.Adoro crafts em geral, gatinhos, internet e ainda nao decidi quantos filhos quero ter e/ou adotar, mas sei que sao muitos!Uma alma inquieta e totalmente dependente da graca e do amor de Deus.Irina Onuchit Fiquei na duvida se comecava esse texto pelo fim ou pelocomeco.Tambem pudera, perdi o rumo, a nocao de tempo.Semanas atras eu precisei do resgate da minha mae. Ela foi me buscar no fim dodia de trabalho, andamos juntas de metro, como ela tava feliz! Sabe aquela sensacao de ter filhas adultas, casadas, autossuficientes e podersocorrer uma delas? Foi esse sorriso que vi nos olhos da minha leoa.No meio do caminho, senta aqui, mae, senta voce, para de ser assim, sentavoce, fico aqui do seu lado. Papo vai e vem, ela me diz sabe, queria ter sidouma filha melhor pra minha mae ao que respondo ah, mae... nao pensa assim,nao! A gente faz o nosso melhor no momento. Voce foi uma boa filha ate ondeconseguiu. Nao sinta culpa porque isso so maltrata a gente e nao serve pranada. Ja pensou se eu nao tivesse me perdoado por tudo que ja fiz pra voce? Naoiria viver... mas a gente se perdoou, a gente vive em paz. Voce ta certa, ela disse pensativa, com olhos de amor, tao cheia de compaixaopor mim, por nos.Ela e eu sabiamos muito bem o que eu estava tentando encerrar. Nao so a culpadela, mas a minha tambem. Durante tantos anos minha mae me viu pela vida,desfiladeiro abaixo, como quem comeca a descer correndo uma ladeira e naoconsegue parar mais. E como orou por mim. E teve raiva. E falta de esperanca erenascer da esperanca; parece que amor de mae nao cansa.Cheguei em casa naquele dia tao feliz, satisfeita mesmo; todos aqueles anos eeu nunca tinha tido coragem de dizer que eu tinha consciencia do sofrimentodela por mim e que isso tinha me trazido culpas. Dizer entao, assim, em vozalta, foi como rasgar uma nota promissoria: a gente se perdoou, a gente viveem paz.---Doze dias depois disso, fui ficar com ela num domingochuvoso. Contei pra ela meus planos todos no melhor estilo entrevista de emprego,curto/medio/longo prazo. Ela, pintando a casa, escutava com atencao, entrepinceladas e tragos no cigarro.Filhota, vai ali buscar umas esfihas pra gente?Mae, dei faxina o dia todo ontem e depois ainda fui na Paulista com Joao,andei da Consolacao ao Paraiso, to dolorida ate nos cilios. Queira nao...Ela nem reclamou.22h, fui pra casa, deixei meu filho com ela.Um dia como outro qualquer, parece ate estranho detalharfatos tao corriqueiros.Mas quero dar a voce que le recursos pra entender o que eu senti.