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Muito maior que de um trabalhador que morava no Pinheirinho? O que passa na cabeça de um ser-humano com este trabalho para aceitar derrubar sem dó nem piedade a casa de milhares de pais de família que lá possuem seus bens? O que leva a um operador de retroescavadeira, ainda não contente em derrubar uma casa com todos os pertences, amassar com seu
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Hartes Stoff. Hat mich echt zusammengepackt. Ab und zu, kommen so Lieder die uns Gänsehaut schaffen. Dank MS54 wo ein Podcast dieses Lied mitsamplierte.
Ich hoff' mein Leben muss da nicht durch.
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antes de algum tempo o tempo nos informava que nós envelhecíamos.
depois de um tempo informamos ao tempo que o tempo envelhece.
chame seu tempo pra comemorar o tempo dele com você.
leve uma velinha, acenda e cante parabéns pro tempo.
Você é e será sempre você.
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Chimamanda Adichie 2009 from TED &amp;amp; Tira on Vimeo.
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Primeiro de tudo, você vai precisar se registrar no site da 
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Bar Indigo, em 4 Mandlik Road Colaba, Bombay (Mumbai), 400-001. Um lugar onde nunca estive...

Provavelmente o conceito de "longe" - nos dias de hoje - deve ser fora do espaço terrestre. Pois no mais, além de tudo ser perto e acessível, tudo já é conhecido, mesmo sem ter-se estado lá. O Google Maps, assim como os buscadores acabaram com as surpresas de novas descobertas. O bar do outro lado do 
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Famílias da zona leste de São Paulo organizadas em movimento popular de moradia são despejadas de suas casas em São Mateus. O trabalho trata das adversidades vividas por 
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Medidas básicas que devem ser observadas na escolha da bicicleta: 



Seat Tube = Tubo de selim do quadro da bicicleta. É o que define o tamanho da bicicleta. 

Nas Mountain Bikes essa medida é apresentada em polegadas: 17", 18", 19" etc 

Nas Speed, Híbridas e Estradeiras a medida é em centímetros: 50, 52, 54 cm etc 

Veja
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Tão me perguntando por que venho postando quase que diariamente no meu blog e no facebook e no Twitter. Simples: fui selecionado, junto com outras duas pessoas, a participar de um concurso na Zazcar, chamado "Desafio da Mobilidade". Para isso, precisamos ficar um mês sem usar carro próprio e postar diariamente algo sobre essa nossa experiência no twitter e no facebook, além de escrever algo no 
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Resposta da net: "eles foram aí sim! Interfonaram mas ninguém respondeu..."
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Não sei de blog algum .

E depois dizem que Asimov, Orwell são escritores de ficção cientifica!

o seu pum já está sendo vigiado e catalogado. Portanto vc já está 
classificado como "em observação" no "sistema". Aliás hoje (e sempre) é 
tudo culpa (portanto total controle) do sistema. "Eu Robô" (I Robot) 
escrito no seculo passado (no meio dele) já nos 
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Quem diria: embarquei no Lgo de Pinheiros às 6h40 da manhã e em 25 minutos desci na Estação Armênia. Numa viagem emocionante no primeiro carro do Metrô da linha amarela, pode-se ficar na janela da frente, vendo os trilhos e as estações. Desde que voltei de Berlin, nunca mais passei por uma experiência dessas. É fantástico ver o caminho de rato se aproximando, túneis que se estreitam onde se 
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Era pra ser um dia calmo. Início da tarde, um ônibus de Higienópolis para Pinheiros. 22 min. Lá acompanhei a reforma do apto no qual irei morar a partir da semana que vem. De lá, outro bus até a PUC. Pensei gastar 40 min subindo Teodoro, Dr Arnaldo e Cardoso de Almeida. Vi passar um que pega a Av. Sumaré. Resultado: cheguei em 18 min na Rua Caiubi. O duro foi subir a ladeira à pé. Academia 
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Hier gab es eine WG

Vor 25 Jahre war ich in Berlin. Da wohnte ich an der Falckensteinerstr. Und mit der heutigen Modernität, kann man durch Google Maps das Haus finden, wo ich zu der Zeit wohnte. Da hatte ich einen Fahrrad. Da habe ich gelernt wie man die Welt schützt und Fahrrad fährt. Da arbeitete ich als Tazhandverkäufer und bin durch Berlin viel gefahren. Trotzdem sieht mir heute alles 
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ecologia é meu ofício
com
escatologia é meu orifício
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que um resto de cocô preso na cueca
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Prédio na cracolândia vive ruína e vira palco de crimes
tá vendo? Isso que é "síndico"... Eu devia ter conhecido essa senhora antes, assim eu teria sido mais cabra-macho no meu prédio, e não teria acontecido o que aconteceu.
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