Poemas sobre Tete

No âmbito das actividades do nosso Projecto Interdisciplinar, os alunos da 7ª Classe escreveram, sob a orientação do seu professor de Inglês, simples poemas sobre a Provincia de Tete ou a Cidade de Tete. Este exercício visava principalmente ajudar os alunos a melhorarem as suas habilidades de escrever em inglês.

Eis alguns poemas …

 

A CITY CALLED “TETE”

A warrior city,

That survived the war and the pain,

That fights to live its life with vigor.

Life and heat,

New shout of hope,

In the hands of a worker.

A city called TETE,

With joy to give and sell,

They’re always arms opened,

To listen to the outpourings of those who suffer,

For love or heartbreak,

For life!

Débora Sena de Sousa

(Grade 7)

MY BELOVED CITY

Tete, a beautiful city to live in,

With much need of rain,

To bring fresh air in.

Tete, a city with many people,

People that love living here,

I am so proud of living here.

Tete, a city with much traffic on the streets,

Just like other developed cities,

With no increases.

 

MY PROVINCE

My Province is Tete,

A province that has beauty,

A province with a beautiful city,

A province that is wealthy.

TETE, a province that every person looks for,

A Province where run water of a pretty and splendid river,

A province with nice landscapes

– Beautiful mountains –

Expressing their inner and outer riches.

A province with many people,

People with same objective,

– make this province a better place to live in – 

Through hoes and industrial machines.

Anita Frank

(Grade 7)

TETE

A town full of cars,

Beautiful and growing,

Fast, without her,

Nothing will have a chance.

It has a golden heart,

A crystal environment,

It produces gasoline,

And food for her people.

I will never forget her,

She has enough heat for you,

Ii it runs a lovely river,

Tete, I love you.

Jesse Boogertman

(Grade 7)

TETE

Who we are, but what imperfectly

we know from a past of shadows

badly cut in opaque mist,

Inaccurate faces lied pages

Ancient tomes whose words

are not, of course, the spoken,

reproduce or even acts and gestures

committed. It stands the blade:

earth metal and known blood

borders and in some destinations

the corrected bit memory

indecipherable sands.

The tombstone appointing, does not describe

history and the history,

Various eco and distorted, is already

diverse and itself is woven

the shroud conjectured profiles.

Tomorrow we will be others. yet

we are nothing but the imperfect

limbo of legend that will be

Matias Alvarado

(Grade 7)

TETE

Tete, a province with beautiful places,

Everywhere we see a smile on people’s faces,

Here we can do many things,

Tete is much better than you can think.

Here we can have a lot of fun,

Everywhere you go you can see everyone helping each other

I will miss it when I go back to Brazil.

Cristina Silva Santiago

(Grade 7)