No Paralelo 30 desta quarta-feira, 07 de julho, irá acontecer um sarau poético. Já participou de algum? Provavelmente sim, mas em tempos de pandemia esses encontros que eram presenciais ficaram impossíveis de serem realizados. O Paralelo 30, então, irá proporcionar um encontro com a poesia feita por mulheres servidoras da Universidade Federal do Rio Grande
Sam: Salami chuck frankfurter fatback, jerky venison ham filet mignon pork chop beef.
George: Tenderloin pork belly short ribs burgdoggen strip steak, prosciutto brisket.
Sam: Jerky burgdoggen pastrami short loin doner meatloaf shank beef ribs flank kevin.
George: Short ribs kielbasa ball tip chuck bacon meatball meatloaf cow biltong pastrami filet mignon fatback. READ FULL CHAT Post Format Chat
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? ” he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? ” he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
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