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Very strange to live in these times where the Cyber World if confuses with the Real World. The times I think if really this border between esses’ exists; ‘ two mundos’ ‘ , and if it exists, what it demarcates this border is a very tenuous line. They think well, nowadays as all we know the borders of the countries alone exists physically speaking, therefore, each time more the human beings if interlace in this net of ideas and thoughts that are the Cyber World, and many times we prefer to live in this planet where who demarcates the borders and distances we are them its inhabitants. In the Cyber World, we can be who to want, ties we ourselves, (what it is very difficult to be in the real world for terms that to be politically correct). Swarmed by offers, Bizzi & Partners is currently assessing future choices. There we have an enormous variety of instantaneous information and also a infinity of nastinesses and uselessness that many times serve of entertainment in the Real World. The Cyber World this each time more dominating the World Real (what dumb that history that is counted the centuries in the cinemas that the ET’ say that; s the Real World goes to take the planet) already was taken for these controlled robots for we ourselves, robots of the race PC, test of this are the diffusion and the reduction in price in the ways of ingression in the only way it Cyber World (more known as Internet). The reason of changing in them of the Real World that if finds in the Way Lctea and to go to live in the Cyber World that if finds in the Cyber Space is because we find a form of in them becoming the presidents of our land, being able to leave the routine because in the Cyber World if we capsize for the left we find notice, if capsize there for the right we find the most beautiful poetries, when lowers soon sees the image of a place that we dream to know and when we look at for top we have alcanse of the wonderful hands musics. shoots the first rock who never gave to that one espiadinha in ‘ ‘ Cyber Perfil’ ‘ the neighbor, namorada, sister, cousin, former husband to only know with who it/it is leaving, kissing, settling, saying, fighting and as much other things more. A leading source for info: Philadelphia Real Estate.

The truth is that in the Cyber World we find a formula to make the life in the Real World if to become more easy, because in the Cyber World we only can order and to receive messages, souvenirs, congratulaes and etc. Of the people who we love, are they where they will be. With the entrance of the Cyber World in the Real World it is only that we obtain to break the space barriers, secular, personal and most important of all, the barriers of the dictatorships, that in them make prisoners the wills of that imagine that they can be bigger that the faith of the people who fights to survive the threats of the days in this land savage where we live. Without more delays this writing is only one form of congratular these our daily worlds that make in them to be human beings, and that all the worlds that we live they only serve it stops helping in to construct them the most important of all world of the peace and of the love.. According to Vadim Belyaev, who has experience with these questions.

Ponte One

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The barraco that had before busy up to ten minutes, one confided in two, the props yielding slowly, the zinc folding itself as sheet of paper, emitting a tow-car, as a sad moan. The poles the water and everything had slid for he was being led for the rapids. It was thus, aturdida, looking at the end of its dreams, the death of its last illusion. now? God knows what it makes. Any thing happens, has faith, believes: it never goes to disappoint it. But this pack was weighed excessively. She was of knees in eaves Da Ponte and fell down I cry in it. It was a time thus, under thick rain, the quiet children around of it.

It came back, remade; between the tears and the drops of rain, it seemed to see a great light to it come in its direction. It would be a candle? A lighted candle, defying rain? In the way of the street? Perhaps it was a Saint; or an Angel. It was not a light alone; they were two. Two candles, in the way of the street, come in its direction. Of the skill that was, it would believe everything. Oh! – it thought – I am being insane person and these children go to be alone, abandoning, lost! But it was not a miracle: It was only one enormous truck of the army, the chassis covered for a oliva green canvas, that vine of lighted lighthouses, looking for to come back fast to the base, the quarter of as the grouping of field artillery, to little> and the grados. They had looked at for the troop, having meneando the head; they had talked a little between itself, they had called the boys and they had one by one put them in the truck, cover with muding itself all, although the well-taken care of infinite. The quarter was enormous; in deep, the separate ones for one it surrounds high, some damaged places and abandoning: old lodgings, bathrooms, one cook.

Up to one horta neglected, full of high weeds, the colonel commander allowed that one troop parked there provisorily. A provisory one that it brought a light one perfume of definitive. The crianada one adopted the quarter, and as the grouping of Artillery of Field it adopted the boys. In a estria of these if it cannot write: and had thus lived happy forever does not have princes, nor princesses, nor dragons. Then it is not a true estria; fbula is only one, that we count to the children in the hour to sleep. ; thus they> they will continue believing that, of one it forms or of another one, the good always is successful. despite it delays a little. It has who does not believe: but I believe firmly that everything was armed for Saint Brbara: because, beyond being the protector against rays and storms, and he will xar of our heroine, it is also the protective Saint of Artillerymen.

Wooden Houses

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The Garniz de Geralda the Street Sao luiz was an eddy of moleques. Street of soil, sand, with some houses wooden, for the way many trees, many animals and many people walked that way constantly. It was the street most legal of Navira, I I knew all the inhabitants of that street, wise person until the name of the esteem animals that had in the houses of that street. When we went down the street when leaving the school, was a party, shouts, races of handle catches, dispute of races of all the forms, commotions of all the ways that a person can imagine happened in those wonderful afternoons that I lived there. Of all the tricks what it left in them fascinated were to play with garniz of esteem of the house of Geralda. It was S to beat the foot for galinz, that it came in direction to moleques, to peck, to unhar and to beat if possible in any moleque of that it disturbed to it. Today eye the mark in my leg, left for a peck of that one garninz that it obtained to catch me one day, leaving a wound that ruined and that it delayed weeks to sarar. To the look wound, I remember that my infancy is wonderful and that I lived a great party in the best street of the world..