I want to exist in several modes.The wind on my balcony is not enough to pacify the somniferous cadences of myown turmoil. Nevertheless, now all is floor. The whole of it in front of metill dissimulated stairs which seem like a walking and conscious thing comingto extract from me, to beyond, my own life. What an irony, I laughed, unreasonablecritics of reason... Touch! It is soft; also insubstantial, paradoxical and colossal.They said, what would be of the greatness without its obscene obstensiveness?They had some rustic bicyclesused in their intrinsic rides, with imaginary dogs and sudden happiness. Ialways had the arrogance, that essence of all which is appreciable; themegalomanias principle and of everything that is superior and progressive,alive and pulsating, terrifying and beautiful, the chaos in its most splendidform, worthy of a perfect anachronism. Thus, I have been able to dirty all myclothes without using hands They were clean and my terror was walking I donot know where. They called me before the dawn and accused it of having beinginvolved with the dread of life; rather it than the puritans on their bicyclesin a half done lap and their quintessential easy smiles. A nebulous moralismgrieved our pestilential viscera, but is widely known nevertheless that inthese mornings the sun presents itself as a major general commanding a brightarmy charged with the matutinal happiness duty.Infernal window with totalabsence of iron in its constitution, loathsomelydiaphanous and clear, that comes to stealthily obfuscate me amid semi-samewalls although was I many, in myself. Tell me: Do the owners of a unilateralwill walk far? At that instant, my volition could not reach a third dimensionas it was not modern either. Resembling gullibility. Too lame and lethargic. Imove through the cosmos in my very own time, I belong here and to all accessibledoors of my tortuous consciousness; where this one may be, by the by?End of the road. One hundredseventy four I count now and the door at last. Which me is arriving? Let uscall it ignoble, obnoxious, daft, vile, despicable, wanderer of the lack of mydrunkenness. Windmills! There ought to fall thunders while I dawn out of phasewith my continuity. Mitigated and hardened, I come see valuable views of vainlyvertiginous vortices of volatile personalities which are still my camouflagedselves in delusion and high on reality; forsaken in the apartment doors. PINTURA ARTISTICA30/07/12 PINTURA NO ROSTO ANIVERSARIO ISABELA - 08-06-12 SALAO DE BELEZA MOVEL21-07-12 CAMARIM ANIVERSARIO PEDRINHO - 09/07/12 CAMARIM MALUCO25/07/12 PEQUENO PRINCIPE01-08-12 PINTURA NO ROSTO - Igreja Batista 11/07/12 O aluno tem de ser capaz de construir o edificio de seu proprio conhecimento. Assim o presidente da Associacao Brasileira de Educacao a Distancia (ABED), Fredric Litto, define a mudanca de foco que ocorre no ensino, fruto das alteracoes tecnologicas e de relacoes das ultimas decadas. Segundo ele, estao com os dias contados as relacoes prato feito, nas quais os educadores oferecem uma quantidade limitada de informacao que os alunos devem absorver. Como a popularizacao da internet, essa logica nao tem como se manter. O aluno hoje busca um novo professor.Para o especialista, o aluno da EAD, apesar de beneficiado