Questões Difíceis de Linguagens e Códigos — ENEM

A Mother In a Refugee Camp No Madonna and Child could touch Her tenderness for a son She soon would have to forget... The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea, Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs A

Things We Carry on the Sea We carry tears in our eyes: good-bye father, good-bye [mother We carry soil in small bags: may home never fade in our [hearts We carry carnage of mining, droughts, floods

As my official bio reads, was made in Cuba, assembled in Spain, and imported to the United States — meaning my mother, seven months pregnant, and the rest of my family arrived as exiles ffom Cuba to Madrid, where was bo

My brother the star, my mother the earth my father the sun, my sister the moon, to my life give beauty, to my body give strength, to my corn give goodness, to my house give peace, to my spirit give truth, to my elders g

I remember being caught speaking Spanish at recess [...] I remember being sent to the corner of the classroom for “talking back” to the Anglo teacher when all I was trying to do was tell her how to pronounce my name. “I

The British (serves 60 million) Take some Picts, Celts and Silures And let them settle, Then overrun them with Roman conquerors. Remove the Romans after approximately 400 years Add lots of Norman French to