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O vento passeia veloz&amp;nbsp;agitando as calmas ondas do mar&amp;nbsp;leves gotas de chuva&amp;nbsp;se confundem com lágrimas&amp;nbsp;lágrimas de cansaço e desilusão...

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Mães, geralmente é a vocês que cabe a educação dos filhos,

sobretudo no capítulo modos à mesa, arrumação do quarto etc.



Não sejam preguiçosas! É mais fácil fazer que ensinar. 

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Olho para uma pedra e vejo uma pedra.

[Adélia Prado] 


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Que faz ter sentido até o que não se explica...

[Fernanda Mello]



Tento equilibrar em um único sentido,

tua palavra imperfeita em mim:

amigo.

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Um filme







Um livro



"O homem dos seus sonhos não cometeria a deselegância de se chamar Dejair ou usar alpargatas. Você morreria antes de pensar em ser infiel. Não...&lt;br/&gt;
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