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"Invejoso é aquele que diz que todo mundo tem inveja dele.&lt;br /&gt;A conversa predileta do invejoso é falar mal dos outros, todo mundo está errado mas ele sempre está certo.&lt;br /&gt;O invejoso não consegue conviver com o sucesso de ninguém, sempre coloca defeito em tudo que diz respeito a vida alheia.&lt;br /&gt;O invejoso é tão fraco, mas tão fraco, que nem consegue admitir suas próprias fraquezas.&lt;br /&gt;O invejoso se acha superior a todo mundo, tudo que é dele é melhor, mas cobiça tudo que é dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;O invejoso é oco e vazio, não tem nada de bom para oferecer as pessoas, mas mesmo assim consegue cativar muita gente inocente, porque ele é manipulador.&lt;br /&gt;O invejoso sabe transformar qualquer comentário inofensivo em maldade só para criar desavenças entre as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;O invejoso é incapaz de ler esse texto até o fim, mas quando lê fica morrendo de inveja."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/aline_ladvocat/" style="color: blue; font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;Aline Ladvocat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: center;"&gt;E digo mais: se não tem nada de bom para falar, cale-se!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-7377576702180423405?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A gota d'água foi o dia q. me pediram pra dar "meia" informação.&amp;nbsp; Dizer "meia" verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixa eu explicar: sou paga pra orientar os clientes a maneira correta de tomar os medicamentos, se eles se incompatibilizam com outros medicamentos, se podem ser ingeridos com alimentos, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando um cliente me pede uma informação, eu tenho o dever moral de avisa-lo dos possiveis sintomas e inconvenientes que eles podem causar: irritação gástrica, sonolência, falta de apetite. Algumas vitaminas, por exemplo, podem fazer a urina ficar com odor e coloração diferentes, se eu não avisar eles não vão saber q. é do medicamento e podem ficar preocupados à toa. Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um cliente me perguntou o q ele estava tomando. Qdo peguei a receita, vi q era um corticoide. Então, fui dando as orientações básicas, qdo o tel da minha mesa tocou: não era pra dizer q o q ela tomava era corticoide. COMO assim? Vou dizer o q pra ela? Q é placebo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não pode dizer pq o médico não quer q os pacientes saibam"... Pior foi a mulher q tem mioma e o mesmo médico receitou estriol com estradiol transdérmicos... O q eles tem na cabeça? E não posso dizer pra ela q o mioma dela vai aumentar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tô fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-5721559107379473395?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.matraqueando.com.br/castelinho-caracol-a-melhor-torta-de-maca-do-brasil-o-famoso-apfelstrudel-esta-em-canela"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSeEwUst0Sw/Ty6HNKbedRI/AAAAAAAAB3g/YcUPq1PPba0/s320/Castelinho-caracol-canela.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O melhor strudel que eu já comi na vida eu encontrei em Canela-RS, no Castelinho. Pena que estávamos com o pessoal da excursão e ninguém estava disposto a ficar lá...mas com certeza nunca comerei outro melhor, feito na hora com aquele creme de natas que só eles sabem fazer ! Infelizmente na época nossa câmera ainda não era digital, então peguei a foto &lt;a href="http://www.matraqueando.com.br/castelinho-caracol-a-melhor-torta-de-maca-do-brasil-o-famoso-apfelstrudel-esta-em-canela"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-9143450975302810236?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Pessoas que nos puxam para baixo&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Você já reparou como há pessoas que nos puxam para baixo? Estamos bem, felizes e contentes, mas basta essas pessoas aparecerem, e tudo começa a ficar azedo, triste. Elas chegam com um olhar de censura, de quem comeu e não gostou, de quem dormiu com os pés para fora da coberta. Até o olhar delas nos puxa para baixo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você já reparou como há pessoas para quem nada está bom? Tudo tem um defeito. Todas as pessoas têm problemas. Falam mal de todo mundo. Não suportam ninguém. Quando terminamos uma tarefa, elas só enxergam os defeitos. Quando são convidadas para um piquenique, elas dizem que vai chover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você já reparou como há pessoas de mal com a vida? Elas vivem irritadas, culpando os outros por seus problemas. O mau humor é sua marca registrada. Parecem ter orgulho de sua cara fechada, de seu sorriso ausente. São pessoas incapazes de elogiar, de conviver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você já reparou como há pessoas punitivas? Todos são culpados até que provem o contrário. Já chegam com o dedo em riste nos acusando de coisas que nem sequer sabemos de que se trata. Ficam profundamente infelizes com qualquer sinal de felicidade alheia. Odeiam a alegria, o sorriso, a conversa informal. Punem a todos quase como uma profissão de tempo integral. Vejo essas pessoas em todos os lugares: na família, no trabalho, nas escolas, nos clubes e nas associações e até em trabalhos voluntários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fico impressionado ao ver quanta gente faz a vida mais difícil do que ela é. Quanta gente complica coisas simples. Pessoas que criticam tudo e, na hora de ajudar, dizem não ter tempo. Na hora de contribuir, dizem não ter dinheiro. Na hora de carregar peso, alegam ter problemas de coluna. E assim por diante. Vivem para puxar os outros para baixo. Vivem de não fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu conselho é: livre-se dessas pessoas que puxam você para baixo! Afaste-se delas ou, no mínimo, não lhes dê nenhuma importância. Deixe-as sofrer sozinhas. Ninguém merece gente assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pense nisso. Sucesso!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Luiz Marins (www.marins.com.br)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Espero que em 2012 a gente conheça menos pessoas assim, ou que a gente possa "fugir" delas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Feliz 2012 pra todos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-5298150678455770083?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="materia-titulo" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 12px; margin-bottom: 2.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #929292; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Valor será calculado de acordo com extensão total do passeio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #929292; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -0.01em; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Indique endereços em São Paulo onde há passeios mal conservados."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vi essa matéria do SPTV 1ªedição, de 31/10/2011, e achei interessante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Primeiro, dou razão a Prefeitura: muitos proprietários de imóveis mudam suas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;calçadas e ninguém mais consegue andar sem tropeçar, escorregar ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;simplesmente cair! Muitas vezes precisamos nos arriscar na rua porque não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;conseguimos caminhar nas calçadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas num segundo momento, as novas mudanças na legislação parecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;arbitrárias demais: antes, o proprietário era notificado, e antes da multa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;podia consertar sua calçada (que aliás deveria ser o objetivo principal),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;resolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o problema sem ter que pagar a multa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas parece mais interessante pra Prefeitura arrecadar a multa do que resolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;qq problema, pq agora a multa vem em primeiro lugar, sem dar chance da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pessoa arrumar sua calçada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem, e fica a critério de um "fiscal" avaliar se a sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;calçada está de acordo. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;qdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o Eletropaulo fizer um buraco na sua calçada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dizem, basta ligar para o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;156 da prefeitura e denunciar. Ora, ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;consegue falar no 156 nunca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sempre dá ocupado. Se há 10 anos eu ligo, mando e-mails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pra prefeitura vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;podar a árvore da calçada em frente a minha casa sem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sucesso, não será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;agora q esse 156 vai funcionar né ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na prática, a calçada não vai sair do papel. Ou melhor, só a multa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabei de ler semana passada&amp;nbsp; a coleção "As Brumas de Avalon", os 4 volumes ! Muito bom, vc começa a ler e não consegue mais parar. Conta a história da lenda do Rei Artur sobre o ponto de vista feminino. Amei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-7361360521199349077?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas eu estava bem quieta no meu canto e lá veio a minha remoendo o passado, ela mesma diz q não adianta, mas parece disco enguiçado: sempre enrosca no mesmo lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha culpa se ainda me incomodo tanto com o q ela fala e do jeito como fala, cobrando atitudes e explicações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mãe, vcs tb tiveram sua parcela de culpa (se é q devo usar essa palavra), mas é a sra q esta cobrando, não eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que bobagem, tanta coisa pra gente conversar...primeiro uma devia conhecer a outra, pq não nos conhecemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O futuro a Deus pertence, vamos nos preocupar com o presente. Por favor, pare de ser repetitiva, isso acaba nos afastando cd vez mais, pq uma não tem prazer na companhia da outra. Vamos morrer sem nunca termos conversado..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-8754798556592452927?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os galhos ainda estão secos...(domingo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sai o primeiro brotinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;depois de 3 dias, olha como o brotinho já aumentou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e já estão saindo outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMmtFAR27ME/Tl5pMr-PpoI/AAAAAAAABqY/h1V1dhOiofc/s1600/DSC01503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMmtFAR27ME/Tl5pMr-PpoI/AAAAAAAABqY/h1V1dhOiofc/s320/DSC01503.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A ginko biloba é assim: no inverno todas as folhas caem, parece morta com os galhos secos. Mas é só a primavera "ameaçar" chegar, que ela brota inteirinha! Vou postando as novas fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-8120000600928857490?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"O primeiro registro que se tem de um cão-guia data do século I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma gravura presente em uma ruína romana mostrava um cachorro preso por uma guia a um homem cujos olhos estavam borrados no desenho. A primeira tentativa sistemática, no entanto, surgiu no ano de 1870 no hospital para cegos Les Quinze-Vingts, em Paris."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Atualmente, no Brasil, os cães-guia são entregues gratuitamente. Para receber um, o deficiente visual deve se inscrever em um dos projetos existentes no País. Não há um número oficial de escolas que treinam cachorros para esse serviço, mas, segundo profissionais ligados ao setor, o número é de aproximadamente dez instituições."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Além da ONG Cão-Guia Brasil, com sede em Niterói (RJ), há outras iniciativas reconhecidas, entre elas, a Escola de Cães-Guia Helen Keller (SC) e o Instituto Iris (SP). O tempo de espera, entretanto, costuma ser longo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"O custo para treinar um animal é elevado – aproximadamente R$ 25 mil – e, muitas vezes, os projetos não contam com ajuda financeira do governo e patrocínios de empresas. Com recursos escassos, o trabalho acaba sendo prejudicado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Aqueles que preferirem não esperar muito tempo podem comprar um cão-guia no exterior. O animal, entretanto, irá receber ordens no idioma de seu país de origem. O cachorro também terá que passar por uma adaptação à geografia do local onde morará no Brasil, provavelmente diferente da região de onde veio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Veja mais &lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/comportamento/caoguia+desobediencia+inteligente+que+salva+vidas/n1597165591628.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-6119318520113269198?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje vi uma noticia na tv, q dizia q o Brasil ficou em primeiro lugar (pelo menos nisso) entre 18 países, com maior número de pessoas com depressão. São Paulo representou o Brasil. Mas será q se estendessem a pesquisa para todos os Estados brasileiros o resultado seria igual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem, mas é verdade q as vezes a doença se manifesta de formas q a gente não imagina q sejam da&amp;nbsp;depressão, ou seja, pelo teste apresentado, eu já seria um caso grave de quadro depressivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entre 9 perguntas, se vc responder q tem 5 vc já pode consultar um psiquiatra e tomar antidepressivos. Eu provavelmente já seja um caso perdido. Vamos ao questionário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1-tem alteração de apetite? Tanto faz se é pra mais ou pra menos, se vc ataca a geladeira ou&amp;nbsp;perde o apetite&amp;nbsp;(toda mulher é assim, hello...);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2-tem alteração de sono? A mesma coisa, tem insônia ou dorme o dia todo? Eu só não durmo o dia todo pq não posso, senão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3-desinteresse geral? Nem a decisão do campeonato com o seu time do coração te animam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4-desinteresse sexual? Vc já sublimou essa parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5-dificuldade de concentração? Nossa, não prestei atenção em nd q vc disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6-baixa autoestima? Essa mulher na TPM sempre tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;7-pensamentos relacionados à morte? Xiiii, prefiro não comentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;8-ansiedade com movimentos repetitivos: ficar chacoalhando a perna por exemplo, além de tudo é super desagradável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;9-paralisia geral: deve ser de algumas partes do corpo ne, oi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é, acho que me ferrei...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há os amigos que, ao contrário, só estão próximos de vc qdo vc está por cima, mas te abandonam qdo as coisas vão mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E há os amigos verdadeiros, de tds as horas, boas ou más, q te ajudam a levantar qdo vc cai e se alegram qdo vc tem sucesso, e torcem para q vc seja feliz como eles são.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É a melhor forma de passar o tempo no metrô ...por isso dizer que falta de tempo é motivo para não ler é mentira, a gente sempre encontra tempo pra fazer o que gosta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"O trabalho não é o problema, o problema é ter que trabalhar"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-4826076458179294052?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando acabar de ler quero assistir o filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-3819872809894822226?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montenegro.com/phototrips/coast/St_Stefan_(Sveti_Stefan).html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aonde fica esse paraíso? Em Montenegro. Segundo o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;: "Montenegro (em servo-croata Crna Gora ou Црна Гора, literalmente "montanha negra") é uma pequena e montanhosa república situada nos Balcãs, no Sudeste da Europa, fazendo fronteira com o Mar Adriático a Sudoeste, com a Albânia e o Kosovo a Sudeste, com a Bósnia e Herzegovina e uma pequena fronteira com a Croácia a Oeste, e com a Sérvia a Norte. A sua capital é a cidade de Podgorica."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-6037817410077660836?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nome científico: Acribomania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sintomas: arrumar determinados objetos seguindo uma suposta ordem. Se o sujeito toca algo ou alguém sem querer, sente-se na obrigação de tocá-lo com o outro braço ou coisas do tipo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Transtorno Bipolar de humor – 1% da população&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mania: poder ou superioridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nome científico: Megalomania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sintomas: tende a atribuir a si mesmo grandes feitos."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fonte: li &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://igorfranca.blogspot.com/2009/07/qual-e-sua-mania.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-2052731659922489739?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Em 1923, quase um século depois que a Grã-Bretanha o revogara para seus próprios cidadãos, o imposto sobre o sal foi duplicado na Índia. Em março de 1930, Gandhi e uma dúzia de adeptos iniciaram uma marcha de quase 400km até a cidadezinha de Dandi, na costa noroeste do país. Milhares de pessoas foram se juntando à sua peregrinação, e quando ao litoral começaram a colher incrustações de sal da praia, a ferver água do mar e a vender o sal que produziam. Outros milhares passaram também a violar as leis do sal. O produto ilegal começou a ser vendido em aldeias e cidades de toda a Índia e era frequentemente confiscado pela polícia. Os partidários de Gandhi eram muitas vezes brutalmente tratados pela polícia, e milhares foram presos. Outros milhares tomaram seus lugares e passaram a fazer sal. Seguiram-se greves, boicotes e demonstrações de protesto. No mês de março do ano seguinte, as leis draconianas sobre o sal em vigor na Índia haviam sido modificadas: as pessoas foram autorizadas a colher sal ou fabricá-lo a partir das fontes disponíveis no lugar em que moravam e a vendê-lo a outros morados de sua aldeia. Embora um imposto comercial continuasse em vigor, o monopólio sobre o sal do governo britânico fora rompido. A idéia de desobediência civil não violenta de Gandhi havia se provado eficaz, e estavam contados os dias do Raj britânico."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou seja, podemos reivindicar nossos direitos e a justiça de maneira pacífica, persistente e consistente. Para isso precisamos educar&amp;nbsp;e orientar as novas gerações, ensinar&amp;nbsp;valores como ética e&amp;nbsp;moral que hoje estão distorcidos. Educação é tudo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-4470964842769342387?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ela disse o que todos os professores queriam falar, resumiu a condição da educação no nosso País todo e não só do Rio Grande do Norte. Representou os alunos, o magistério, a nação. Porque sem educação não iremos a lugar nenhum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Professora Amanda Gurgel silencia Deputados em audiência pública.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Depoimento Resumindo o quadro da Educação no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Educadora fala sobre condições precárias de trabalho no RN/BRASIL.&lt;br /&gt;
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(10/05/2011)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932611768596111491-2653496958253528421?l=reciclagemdasletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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sempre dizer aos outros&lt;br /&gt;
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que eles são importantes&lt;br /&gt;
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que os amamos, porque&lt;br /&gt;
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um dia eles se vão e &lt;br /&gt;
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ficamos com a nítida impressão&lt;br /&gt;
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de que não os amamos o sufici-&lt;br /&gt;
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