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Agora, sou mãe! Que beleza, que fofo, bababi, bababá. Acontece que nossos pequenos detêm as mesmas necessidades que nós com um agravante: não conseguem conter muitas de suas vontades. Uma delas são suas necessidades fisiológicas. Ah, mas tudo bem! Nós conhecemos fraldas, não?! Pois é, mas, como elas são administradas? Muitas pessoas se quer pensam nisso - eu também não pensava, até me ver 
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Bem, não podia deixar de prestigiar o evento, mesmo sabendo que corria sério risco de não me "adaptar" à realidade. Dito e feito.

Ter um evento como esse no nosso estado é sempre muito bom. Tudo que incentive a educação, cultura e ambiente sadio é sempre bem vindo, mas não significa que não necessite de revisão, cuidados e adaptações.

A prova disso é a chegada. Como procedi pela internet a 
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Ainda na onda das reportagens assistidas, a Dama de Prata mostrou ontem no Fantástico o fim do mistério a cerca do objeto voador não identificado, que intrigava os paulistanos. Perfeito. O autor é quase um Professor Pardal e a engenhoca fez sucesso. Até então, tudo bem. Mas, a força da matéria para mim, meus caros, ficou quando a população foi questionada e, do meio dela surgiu uma pessoa, que,
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Acabei de assistir a uma reportagem que  me fez lembrar o quanto o interesse comercial pode ser perverso. Uma mãe é impedida de amamentar sua filha, logo que retorna da licença maternidade. Como exercia a função de vigilante, ao retornar, perdera seu ponto fixo, ficando à mercê da empresa, trabalhando em outros pontos diferentes do anterior, que era perto de sua casa. Com isso, sua bebê 
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Não quero bancar a chata, nem posar de mundo politicamente correto. Acontece que, numa época onde é preciso prestar bastante atenção no que dizemos e fazemos, a fim de evitar que nossas atitudes cause qualquer mal estar ou constrangimento ao outro, foi de péssimo tom e gosto o comercial de uma nova marca de internet banda larga no Rio, onde compara dois homens extremamente diferentes. Se a 
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Direitos, preconceitos, deveres e obrigações, e ninguém se mexe para fazer valer a dignidade do ser humano nas suas necessidades básicas. Vou começar pela a assistência à saúde, pois é nela que estou agarrada no presente momento. Meus caros líderes acabam com praças para construir UPAS e Clínicas da Família, mas tudo para 'inglês ver'. A família não tem vez no que tange ao atendimento. Você já
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É isso mesmo. Um enorme vazio. Não há o que comemorar já que a evolução nesse setor anda de carona e segue por onde o motorista decide. Há muito a ser feito, desde a conscientização da mãe que não quer seu filho e vê como a única opção jogá-lo na lixeira, a preparação de uma família em uma Adoção Tardia, com o objetivo de excluir a desistência e, 
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Foto em museu não é proibido? Isso não deve fazer parte do regimento do local? Foi respeitado? Não. Tudo porque um rapaz - poeta, decidiu que seria arte e a melhor maneira de celebrar seu tempo de carreira e, tirando uma casquinha da obra de Jorge Sousa Braga , considerando literalmente o título de sua obra, deu asas à sua criatividade. Que exemplo foi esse? Nada contra a fazer as suas fotos, 
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São tantos assuntos, mas, preciso organizar minha fala, como disse minha nobre colega. Então, está bem.



Agora mesmo acabei de ver uma reportagem a cerca de uma manobra feita pela vereadora, então secretária municipal do envelhecimento, Cristiane Brasil, para permanecer com tudo em cima: o cargo de secretária, a vaga de vereador e os empregos dos vinte outros ligados à ela. Chama-se o 
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Sei que a elite política faz a maior questão que continuemos na ignorância e ingenuidade, quando ela nada faz em torno da educação, saúde e segurança do povo de verdade. E ainda reforço com o que classifico sempre como má vontade. O povo de verdade tem má vontade. Má vontade para aprender, má vontade para aproveitar, má vontade para escolher, má vontade para cumprir com suas obrigações e má 
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Ninguém espera a morte, mas todos sabem que ela vem. O problema não é morrer mas quando e como se morre. Para os que vão faz bem ao coração acreditar em dias melhores, recompensas, descanso e glória. Aos que ficam, a saudade, o desalento, o buraco, a falta.

Relutei pois não queria publicar nada a cerca da atitude desse homem. Pelo que parece, no fundo, ele queria tornar-se imortal e conseguiu
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Eles poderiam muito bem ter vivido suas vidas como se ninguém mais existisse mas, apesar da fama e poder, cada qual em seu seguimento, resolveram colaborar, fazer a diferença na vida de muita gente. José Alencar? Dava até vergonha de reclamar de cansaço, da vida, de qualquer coisa, diante de um homem idoso, debilitado e que, mesmo assim, encontrava energia para mensagens de otimismo, respeito,
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"Não adianta. Mesmo que o senhor me castigue, não vai mudar o que penso." Essa frase foi dita por ninguém menos que Marido a seu pai, no auge de um stress que, obviamente, suas opiniões divergiam.  Ele era adolescente na época. Imagino que seu pai tenha se moído de raiva, nem sei se o castigou, mas entendi que ele estava certo. Um homem só muda de opinião se ele quiser. E isso é muito 
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Parabéns. Em vez de preferir ficar fazendo gincanas idiotas e blá blá blás sem propósito, esse programa decidiu tratar da verdadeira elite carioca, das pessoas que fazem a diferença no nosso dia a dia e, muitas vezes, nem percebemos. Através da música, da religião, da família, do trabalho, das dúvidas, dos preconceitos, das vontades, de tudo que cerca o povo verdadeiramente carioca - 
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Podem dizer o que quiser: animador de festa, de auditório, ou até mesmo pretensioso. O que quiser. Contudo, não podemos nos excluir da verdade: Barack Obama nos visitou como um rei. Ele não só passou por aqui, como os outros nove presidentes americanos, como nos tratou com respeito e de igual para igual. Nenhum outro se preocupou em falar à nação. Acredito que isso só se deu em razão das 
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É a forma mais simples para definir o sentimento presente nas mentes e corações dos recém habilitados para o Cadastro Nacional de Adoção - CNA. Literalmente à espera de um milagre. Milagre esse que pode se resumir na chegada de seu filhote tão querido e desejado o mais rápido possível. Contudo, na vida real, a dinâmica corre diferente. Para começar, todo período anterior do aguardo da sentença
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Remoí e remoí bastante antes de tomar a decisão de fazer esse post. A intenção não é tratar do assunto com requinte de preconceito, mas sim com um pré conhecimento do que vem a ser as relações humanas. É impressionante como um dos atos mais satisfatórios e queridos é tratado com tanta banalidade. Estou falando do amor, do querer bem. Esse sentimento é possível nas esferas mais remotas e 
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Pois é, né... ô época pra fazer as pessoas entenderem o que bem quiserem a respeito do mundo ao redor, ou, ao menos, a cerca do que se propõem. Algumas confusões incomodaram muita gente. O banheiro químico, por exemplo: tê-lo nas ruas não é sinônimo de eficácia, já que estão bem longe de funcionar como deveriam. Será que alguém do corpo de autoridades da cidade já experimentou usar um no meio 
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Não é possível... Mais um assalto acaba em nada para os   bandidos, mas em um baita susto para os pais e parentes. Um veículo foi roubado com um bebê dentro e, graças a colaboração de outras pessoas e da boa vontade dos meliantes - não se pode negar, tudo acaba bem e criança e veículo são encontrados. É muito arriscado falar de segurança, atos e atitudes no nosso país. Há sempre uma 
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Eu não sei se vocês já prestaram atenção, mas, quando estamos em uma festinha, rola sempre a pista de dança, não é verdade. Bem, eu sou da turma que vai até o chão, sem querer saber de nada. Não é à toa que não bebo. Já é para não correr o risco de cair de pernas pro ar. E, modéstia à parte, levo jeito para o movimento. Nada de ficar zanzando, descoordenada. Acabo por arrastar meia dúzia de 
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Muito provavelmente esse não é o momento em que falamos em coisas ruins. É quase Ano Novo, mas, se pensarmos bem, será quase Ano Velho, pois o encanto só dura alguns instantes. É tempo de celebrar, de fazer promessas, pedidos, balançar o velho e o novo, escolher o que deu certo e descartar o que não funcionou. Só não será nem um pouco justo e não terá valido nem um pouco à pena, se esquecermos
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Cristina sempre gostou muito de bicicleta. Não sabia dizer o por que e hoje em dia nem tanto, mas gostava muito. Para aprender, foi um sufoco. Não sei por que cargas d'água seu pai associou andar de bicicleta com aprender primeiro. Sim! Nas famílias normais, a criança ganha a bicicleta e aprende nela, com rodinhas e outros bichos mais, mas, na família de Cristina tinha de ser diferente mesmo. 
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Rio de Janeiro, pontos aleatórios e a marginalidade "toca o terror". Arrastão daqui, incêndio dali, enquanto as vítimas dão graças a Deus por terem conseguido se salvar, salvar os seus. Imagina o susto? O medo? Minutos que tem a duração de séculos, estado suspenso de pânico. Nuvem pesada, sofrimento frenético, perda de um bem. Os anéis se vão mas os dedos ficam. E, pelo visto, o serviço de 
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Se uma criança lhe perguntar quando é o dia da consciência branca, o que você responderá? Que é todo o dia, o que é isso, menino, ou simplesmente que não tem? E as escolas, os meios de comunicação, entendem o por que do dia da Consciência Negra?

A vontade de fazer esse post veio das milhares de piadas sem nexo que sou obrigada a ouvir todo novembro. Concordo que muitas delas podem até ter 
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De primeira tenho de dizer: Parabéns para os caras. O filme foi bem feito, respeitou cronologia, foi capaz de alinhar a estória, sem queima de arquivos. O elenco - impecável. O que é Wagner Moura? De vestido de mulher nas noites de sexta para o homem que todos queriam muito que existisse? e Sandro Rocha, representando o vilão que todos sabem que existe?

Acontece que, graças a capacidade 
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