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Dicas: Leituras Para o Verão

Com o fim de ano se aproximando chega também aquele período de desacelerar e curtir as tão merecidas férias, ou pelo menos um recesso. Se você é como a gente, um bom livro (ou vários) faz parte dos itens prioritários da checklist de férias. Então, preparamos uma seleção de ouro (bem eclética) para você escolher o seu e aproveitar o fim de ano, com ou sem férias. Em breve daremos mais dicas. Clique nos nomes para ver as resenhas. The Walking Dead: A Ascensão do Governador (Para quem é geek) Casa de Segredos (Infantojuvenil) A Filha do Sangue (Fantasia Dark) Austenlândia  (romance fofo) O Lado Mais Sombrio (Fantasia –…

What it Feels to return Home after Living Abroad

There, suspended by one hand between the baggage-car and the tender, with the other he loosened the safety chains; but, owing to the traction, he would never have succeeded in unscrewing the yoking-bar, had not a violent concussion jolted this bar out. The train, now detached from the engine, remained a little behind, whilst the locomotive rushed forward with increased speed. Carried on by the force already acquired, the train still moved for several minutes; but the brakes were worked and at last they stopped, less than a hundred feet from Kearney station. The soldiers of the fort, attracted by…

Ethiopia: a Vimeo video

Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg’s arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner. You had almost thought I had been his wife. The counterpane was of patchwork, full of odd little parti-coloured squares and triangles; and this arm of his tattooed all over with an interminable Cretan labyrinth of a figure, no two parts of which were of one precise shade—owing I suppose to his keeping his arm at sea unmethodically in sun and shade, his shirt sleeves irregularly rolled up at various times—this same arm of his, I say, looked for all…

Visiting Garuda Wisnu Kencana in Bali, Indonesia

Once the tumultuous upheaval of its dispersion was over, the black smoke clung so closely to the ground, even before its precipitation, that fifty feet up in the air, on the roofs and upper stories of high houses and on great trees, there was a chance of escaping its poison altogether, as was proved even that night at Street Cobham and Ditton. The man who escaped at the former place tells a wonderful story of the strangeness of its coiling flow, and how he looked down from the church spire and saw the houses of the village rising like ghosts…