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'' E uma lastima a loucura destes dias! Todos aqui sao inimigos do unico Inimigo, e mesmo assim devo andar como um cego, enquanto o sol alegra a floresta sob as folhas douradas!"Legolas"O tempo do meu pensamento pertence-me, posso gasta-lo como entender".Dain".....es como todos os que vivem eras conturbadas, mas nao lhe cabe essa decisao. Apenas nos cabe decidir, o que fazer do tempo que nos e concedido."Gandalf"Mas descansa se precisas de descansar. No entanto, nao percas toda a esperanca. O amanha e desconhecido. O conselho vem muitas vezes com o nascer do Sol"Legolas Olhando pela janela para o mundo la foraPensando se a Terra vai sobreviverEsperando que os homens parem de abusar dela, um diaAfinal so existe nos doisE aqui estamos brigando por nossas vidasAssistindo a historia se repetir, vez atras de vezSou so um sonhadorEu sonho minha vida inteiraSou so um sonhadorQue sonha com dias melhoresEu assisto o sol se por como todos nosEspero que a madrugada traga bons sinaisUm lugar melhor para os que virao atras de nos, dessa vezSou so um sonhadorEu sonho minha vida inteiraSou so um sonhadorQue sonha com dias melhoresSeu poder maior pode ser Deus ou Jesus CristoNao me importaSem a ajuda uns dos outros nao existe esperanca para nosEstou vivendo em um sonho de fantasiaSe pelo menos pudessemos encontrar a serenidadeSeria bom se pudessemos viver como umQuando essa raiva, odio e intolerancia vao acabarSou so um sonhadorEu sonho minha vida inteiraSou so um sonhadorQue sonha com dias melhoresSou so um sonhadorQue procura um caminho, hojeSou so um sonhadorSonhando minha vida inteira Eu juro que nao entendo,porque tantas broncas em casa...quando as minhas amigas me convidam para passar o fim de semana junto com suas familias,eu so recebo elogios por meu bom comportamento e minha fina educacao"que menina atenciosa..."tao ordeira e prestativa,um exemplo de garota!volte sempre que quiser...Nao sei pq minha mae se recusa a creditar,que essa santa criatura tao inocente e pura.seja sua filha querida...Ideal para uso externo,perfect para exportacao... Did you know my hair was short? I forgot to tell you that, for the first time in my life, I got a haircut like this. Yes, this is a rather trivial subject, but I suppose my long hair was a strong memory you had of me if you were trying to remember what I looked like. My mom could barely believe me when I told her my hair was short. See, when I was a kid my uncle wouldn't let anyone get near my long curls. He thought I had to keep them forever. I hope I am not like Samson, though. I thought that, maybe now that a cycle is almost over in my life, it was interesting to try to change a little the way I look. My hair, then, was my victim! I liked it a lot and I think I'll keep it like this from now on. How did Da Vinci manage that? When I say 'that' I am referring to, of course, his thirst and eagerness to continue learning, studying, researching, being more and more productive, getting to
know about everything! I am always impressed when I remember that such brilliant and restless mind ever existed.I've been really busy lately and it seems to me that during these last 2 weeks of school I will be doing work for a lifetime. By the end of the day I feel I've drained my fountain of inspiration; luckily, though, as soon as my head hits the pillow, and my room is dark and quiet, I start to hear the workers in my factory of thoughts and ideas getting ready for the next day. I hear them murmur that "the system might be overloaded." They are concerned, but they are diligent and careful workers, and they'll get all machines working properly....and on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, at 1:40 p.m, my friend Tatiana Biryukova -- who's from very cold distant lands -- gladly joins me in complaining about our work load. We're both foreigners. We know how to swear in different languages... though, for the sake of politeness, we only dare to make annoyed faces at wise Athena.
Today, in class, everyone was talking about the tornado that hit Appleton last night. I am posting a video I found on YouTube and the last section of it shows what Neenah, a town around 16 minutes away from Appleton, looked like yesterday. The weather today seems unstable, but in general the winds were very strong throughout the whole day. Earlier this afternoon it was sunny, but right now a huge mass of gray clouds are taking over the sky. I wonder if we'll have a repetition of yesterday. I seriously hope not! If you've known me since I was a kid, you'd know the one ambition I had in my life was to become a published author. I am pleased to tell you that, thanks to God, this wish came true in March, 2011. To my surprise, however, instead of getting my work published in Brazil, my career sort of started in the U.S., exactly where I am. It is a surprise because my writing is not the best in English. I often feel I am a writer in Portuguese -- or, rather, I know 'enough' to feel I can write properly in my language -- but in English I still have so much to learn.Last fall I was invited to join a project along with a few other students and a professor at Lawrence. Old Glory Honor Flight, an NGO in Wisconsin, was seeking volunteers to interview WWII veterans and to transcribe their stories. The result would be an anthology of war memories: Operation Legacy. I had to put my fears of writing in English aside and accept the challenge. I interviewed submarine crew member Everett Butler, who's been in Pearl Harbor for his military training and, serving in Manila, witnessed the bombing of the Cavite Navy Yard. His courage and humbleness reinforced my desire to continue writing about wars and, above all, about people who voluntarily or involuntarily experience wars.You will find Operation Legacy available on Amazon.com; the money raised from sales will allow Old Glory to fly more WWII veterans to Washington D.C. to visit the WWII memorial. Here is the link to the anthology. I had been postponing writing this last chapter of my life at Lawrence University... because I am silly and emotional, and I hate saying goodbye. Lawrence was my home for 3 years and at Lawrence I've learned so many lessons, so many things about the world, about people and about myself, that I could barely bring myself to saying farewell to you, dear invisible reader. If you're expecting wise words from me, please, don't wait anymore. I have nothing to say other than at Lawrence I lived everything I was supposed to live. I will miss a few friendly faces, I will miss the routine, I will miss feeling challenged by people interested in my future, but now it is time to put in practice everything I learned. I am ready. It is time to say goodbye.Before I turn the page and close this book, I must say thanks to everyone who believed
in me, everyone who supported me throughout this journey abroad and the people who are still expecting great things from me. Thank you, mom, for being patient. Thank you, EducationUSA, for making this dream possible. Thank you, Lawrence University staff, for keeping me even though I had no money in my pockets. Thank you, scholarship donors, for securing my education. Thank you, all my friends, for staying around and for being my second family. Thank you, U.S. Embassy, for starting this whole adventure. Thank YOU, for listening to me and sending your thoughtful comments. And, above all, thank you, God, for allowing me a chance to make a difference in this world; without You, I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be myself.Good luck to you, good luck to me. The curtains will close in a few seconds, but the show of life will continue in this vague idea of reality. Borrowing the lines of Truman (The Truman Show): "Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!"
Alright, perhaps I am the most ridiculous person ever, but I really don't like storms. I also hate sirens and tornadoes. Add all that and you'll find a very scared version of yours truly. Tonight, when I arrived from Madison, I found Apple-town like this. I ran back to my residence hall as fast as I could. Right outside Kohler Hall a guy was 'enjoying' (?) this festival of nature, his arms open as if saluting the storm. He said hello to me, but I was too busy running and could only stare at my shoes. "Hey.." I said, "and I don't even know who you are." My hoodie didn't allow me to see his face. He laughed. This afternoon I spent a few hours reading The Prelude, by William Wordsworth, which I highly recommend. Wordsworth poetically spoke of the time in his life that made him the poet-person he was; during his childhood he would wander alone through woods, he would play in the river, he would simply sit by a tree and daydream. Nature, it seems, was a constant beloved friend in his childhood. At times, though, I found my mind wandering away. I found myself thinking about the things in my childhood that molded my personality, my morals, things that fed my imagination and shaped me into the person I am (or, rather, the person I think I am) today. I must say that, despite my fond memories of the time when I lived with my mother, grandparents, my uncle and cousin Steve, the time when I thought I could feed trees with infusions I prepared, the time when I would write in the garden, and the time when uncle Eduardo told me stories about Santa Claus; I suppose that the strongest influence in everything I am comes from my time at Military School.I was very young and shy when the Army took me and they soon told me (and my mother..!) that, although I was only 12, I had to learn to be responsible for myself, my mistakes and my decisions. It can be quite shocking for a mother to hear that her own daughter, who was nothing more than a scrawny easily scared little girl, had to start facing the world like an adult. She soon learned, fortunately, to let them teach me how to be strong, how to handle my frustrations on my own, how to embrace honor, discipline and loyalty. They taught me, above all, to always tell the truth, no matter how many problems telling the truth might bring. Military School taught me that I shouldn't fear competition. They taught me to respect everyone around me. They taught me to observe silently, to stand still in contemplation of the world and to speak up when my eyes met injustice.It's been 5 years since I left them, but I suppose it was only a physical departure. I bring them within my heart, I bring that military education in my veins, I am a product of that culture. Although I could never justify killing even to
defend one's nation and therefore could never have a military career, because only God has the right to take one's life and to end one's mission on Earth, I suppose there is a lot more in the Army that only people who experienced such doctrine would be able to list. I am thankful for the time spent with them.
Agora falta bem pouco ate o fim do winter term. Esse inverno foi um bocado frio e nevou tanto que mesmo o pessoal daqui, acostumado a nevascas, estranhou. Uma noite dessas fiquei ate tarde acordada estudando e terminando meus assignments, quando notei um veiculo sendo rebocado ao final da rua. Ja era muito tarde e nao havia ninguem na rua, apenas o carro sendo rebocado. As luzes do reboque eram laranjas e brilhavam na neve que caiu constantemente durante a madrugada. Uma meia-hora depois outro carro foi rebocado. Achei a visao, espiando da janela do meu quarto no Kohler Hall, um pouco triste. Pensei nos pobres carros sendo "sequestrados" para sabe-se la onde numa noite tao fria quanto aquela e tambem pensei nos donos (pobres pais descuidados) acordando na manha seguinte para encontrar o carro desaparecido. Por falar em carro, eu nem sei dirigir. Pergunto-me se algum dia vou aprender. Minha visao noturna (e diurna!) eh terrivel. Eu nao enxergo quase nada e mesmo com oculos renovados tenho sempre que carregar o livro a poucos centimetros do nariz para conseguir ler. Acho que sempre dependerei de alguem para me levar a algum lugar ou entao viverei de pegar onibus, porque a responsabilidade de dirigir a noite eu nunca gostaria de ter! Nao, ja basta o meu pouco senso de direcao e os meus olhos ruins mesmo de dia. Imagine dirigir numa noite em que o mundo parece inserido num daqueles globinhos de neve? Lembro que o meu amigo Leo ate contou-me que quando ele estava aprendendo a dirigir sentia como se o carro mal coubesse na pista junto com os outros veiculos. If you're in Appleton you noticed that this week the weather is finally getting better. Even cats and dolphins are befriending each other! It's warm and sunny, students forgot they have homework assignments due tomorrow and now are playing football and volleyball near Main Hall Green and the Frat Quad. This afternoon, after a meeting with my adviser, I walked from Lawrence to Walgreens and I didn't have to wear a jacket. It is very comforting to notice that, although not officially, spring is here. Even if you're an indoors type of person like me, try to at least go sit outside for a few minutes and enjoy this calmer and pleasanter aspect of nature. Go for a walk, sit outside to read a book, wear sandals, or simply walk barefoot... but, please, let your body produce vitamin D today. Seriously, why? Why can't I simply be one of those people who fall asleep a minute after they are in bed? Sometimes I wish my mind wouldn't wander away like this, but it's 6:24 a.m. and here I am thinking about writing. I thought a great deal about what my day was like yesterday (and I must add it wasn't one of my favorite days), but I suppose I am mostly getting distracted with ideas. I need to continue a story I started last summer, otherwise my fountain of imagination will start overflowing and that could cause serious damage. The
writing of it was so demanding and so psychologically draining that I had to abandon the project for a few months and engage in different 'adventures'. That other plot demanded a lot more from my ability to live through my characters. I suppose my previous characters, although interesting to me, perhaps were a little flat. This other work I mentioned, though, required a lot more thinking and feeling than I was accustomed to.I wish I could tell you more about it, but I still am the same self-conscious being you've met. I need to do some serious writing and then editing before I let you hear this story. For now, if you please, would you wish me good luck? I've engaged in numerous writing projects and I am asking God for a chance to succeed in at least one of them. Have a great weekend and good luck with your endeavors you too!
possivel obter um fortalecimento dos musculos sem cansa-los muito. MASSOTERAPIA Ha tecnicas de massoterapia e de mobilizacao especificas utilizadas na aplicacao do metodo. Por exemplo, ha tecnicas para regenerar e fortalecer os ossos e musculos, regenerar musculos distroficos, melhorar a transmissao neurologica e aumentar a mobilidade articular . Com a massoterapia procura-se relaxar o paciente e prepara-lo para o movimento. Estas tecnicas tem criado nos individuos a sensacao de que mais movimento e possivel. As tecnicas de massoterapia e de mobilizacao, quando utilizadas de forma combinada, ampliam-se mutuamente. VISUALIZACAO Bastante utilizada no metodo principalmente para tornar os movimentos dos pacientes mais eficazes. A visualizacao (imagens mentais) e usada conjuntamente com a massoterapia, com a respiracao e com o movimento. As visualizacoes sao formas de obter a colaboracao do cerebro na producao do resultado almejado. No metodo utilizam-se, de uma forma combinada, massoterapia, movimentos (do passivo ao dinamico), praticas de respiracao, visualizacao, relaxamento e trabalho monitorado na agua, quando possivel. Usando tais instrumentos o terapeuta de Self-Healing ajuda seus clientes a reverter o progresso de ampla variedade de condicoes degenerativas, como esclerose multipla, distrofia muscular, polio e pos-polio, artrite, dores cronicas, problemas visuais como erros de refracao (miopia, astigmatismo, etc.), glaucoma, degeneracoes de retina e muitas outras doencas dos olhos. Self-Healing e a unica modalidade de trabalho corporal que combina massoterapia, movimento e tratamentos para a melhoria da visao. Nenhum outro metodo faz esta combinacao.Fonte: http://www.self-healing.org.br/shintro.htm
funciona de Terca a Domingo, das 10 as 18 horas, a excecao do Boteco Das Onze que nao possui horario fixo para fechamento. As tercas feiras a entrada e franca em todos os predios, enquanto nos demais dias sao cobradas taxas que variam de 1 a 4 reais.Casa das 11 Janelas Cidade Velha - Bairro Central da Capital, e o centro historico. Foi a partir dele que surgiu a cidade. Nele se encontram casas, sobrados geminados e solares com fachadas de azulejos portugueses, ruas estreitas, como a Rua Siqueira Mendes, primeira da Cidade, a Ladeira do Castelo, que possui um conjunto de casaroes coloniais e monumentos da epoca da colonizacao, como o Forte do Castelo, a Catedral da Se e a Igreja de Santo Alexandre, hoje o Museu de Arte Sacra de Belem. Nela tambem esta o Predio do Arsenal da Marinha , com construcao original de 1761.Casario na Cidade Velha Catedral Metropolitana de Belem - Se Construcao de 1771, em estilo barroco por fora e neoclassico por dentro, com o nome de Catedral de Santa Maria da Graca da Cidade de Belem do Grao-Para. Seu altar mede mais de 10 mts de altura e possui um orgao parisiense que tem 6 mts de largura, 3 de profundidade e 8,5 de altura. Sua nave e iluminada por 28 candelabros de bronze. E o ponto de partida do Cirio de Nazare.Igreja da Se Igreja de Sao Joao Batista Construcao de 1777, com arquitetura octogonal, foi a matriz de Belem.Praca Republica do Libano Cidade VelhaIgreja de Sao Joao Batista Igreja de Nossa Senhora do Carmo - Construcao de 1696, em estilo neoclassico, no local da primitiva Capela demolida em 1690. Seu interior barroco, guarda obras de arte e ao altar de prata da capela primitiva.Praca do Carmo, 72 Cidade VelhaIgreja de Nossa Senhora do Carmo Museu de Artes de Belem MABEO espaco funciona no Palacio Antonio Lemos, sede do gabinete do prefeito. Obras-de-arte, como esculturas em bronze e marmore, vasos austriacos e quadros - alem de moveis do seculo XIX -, decoram os saloes em estilo imperial. Foi construido originalmente para ser a sede da Intendencia Municipal, ficou mais conhecido como o Palacete Azul, e atualmente continua abrigando o Gabinete do Prefeito Municipal, alem do Museu de Arte de Belem.Pca. D. Pedro II, s/n, Cidade Velha.M.A.B.E Museu do Estado do Para MEPEO Palacio Lauro Sodre, sede do Museu do Estado do Para a partir de 1994, e mais uma heranca da passagem do arquiteto italiano Antonio Jose Landi por Belem no seculo XVIII. Foi erguido para ser a sede do Governo da Capitania e abrigar o governador geral da capitania e sua familia.No apogeu do ciclo da borracha, o governador Augusto Montenegro imprimiu ao predio a decoracao da epoca, trazendo parte do mobiliario da Europa. Lustres em cristal sao colocados nos Saloes Nobres e e contratado o pintor frances J. Casse para decora-los. Estas pecas e mais as telas de renomados pintores como Antonio Parreiras, Decio Vilares e Benedicto Calixto passaram a constituir o acervo. Possui as salas Manuel Pastana e Antonio Parreiras para
exposicoes temporarias.Pca. D. Pedro II, s/n, Cidade Velha.M.E.P.E Praca Dom Pedro II - Recentemente reformada pela Prefeitura Municipal de Belem, a praca D. Pedro II e um cartao postal a mais no Centro Historico de Belem. A obra e um presente da prefeitura para a populacao e possui no seu projeto paisagistico especies da flora regional, uma fonte luminosa e um lago que estava aterrado ha dois anos.Praca Dom Pedro II Baia do Guajara - A baia de Guajara situa-se a oeste da cidade de Belem, e a rigor um subestuario e recebe aguas dos rios Guama, Acara e Moju. Possui comunicacao direta com a baia de Marajo e, devido sua proximidade do oceano Atlantico, esta sujeita a influencias das mares oceanicas. Possui aguas barrentas, fortemente amareladas e salobras.E na Baia do Guajara que se encontram magnificas ilhas como as das Oncas, Arapiranga e Piriquitos, entre outras. E tambem onde se concentram os principais pontos turisticos de Belem entre os quais o Ver-o-Peso, Complexo Feliz Luzitania e Estacao das Docas.Vista da Baia do Guajara Mercado do Ver o pesoO mercado do Ver-o-Peso tambem e uma excelente amostra historica paraense: de seus predios as suas feiras, o Ver-o-Peso e a essencia do regional manifesta em mercados e ruelas abastadas de cultura. Neste cenario, destaca-se o Mercado de Ferro e sua arquitetura neoclassica, trazida pelos europeus e assimilada a estetica amazonica, e a extensa feira do Ver-o-Peso, existente desde o seculo XVII e principal ponto de venda de mercadorias afins da capital. O posto fiscal criado em 1688 no porto do Piri que, a partir de entao foi popularmente denomindo lugar de Ver-o-Peso, deu origem ao nome do mercado, ja que era obrigatorio ver o peso das mercadorias que saiam ou chegavam a Amazonia, arrecadando-se os impostos correspondentes.Ver o peso Igreja de Santa'Ana - Construcao de 1761, foi reconstruida em 1855. Possui obras de artes, entre elas a imagem em bronze de Sao Pedro.Praca Maranhao ComercioIgreja de Santa'Ana Igreja de Nossa Senhora dos Homens Pretos - Construida no seculo XVIII (1725), foi erguida por uma comunidade de negros e continua a ser importante marco da nossa cultura.Localizacao: Travessa Padre Prudencio - Camperia/Rua Aristides LoboAberto de 3a feira a domingo das 15 as 18hIgreja de Nossa Senhora dos Homens Pretos Igreja de Nossa Senhora da Trindade - Construida em 1802, localizada na Rua Gama Abreu Largo da Trindade no Bairro da Campina.Igreja da Trindade Estacao das Docas - Existe ha seis anos e e resultado de um projeto de revitalizacao de antigos galpoes da Companhia das Docas do Para. No passado, esses galpoes tinham a funcao de armazenar mercadorias que chegavam pelo Porto de Belem. Atualmente, a Estacao oferece a seus visitantes cinco restaurantes de cozinha regional, italiana e internacional, alem de uma cervejaria onde pode-se degustar iguarias como a cerveja de bacuri.A Estacao das Docas conta tambem com o Teatro Maria Silvia Nunes, onde, frequentemente, ha mostras de filmes, palestras, dancas e pecas de teatro. Como incentivo a cultura a Estacao criou o projeto Caminho do Sol, no qual grupos folcloricos se apresentam ao