Espiral do Silêncio 🌹✨

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“Nas ondas de nossos lares com o controle nas mãos, tudo nos cobra uma decisão e no fim, somos a aparência daquilo apresentado e passamos a estruturar nossas conversas a partir de seus objetos de exposição”. 

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Silence Spiral 

  

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"In the waves of our homes with the control in our hands, everything demands a decision and in the end, we are the appearance of that presented, and we begin to structure our conversations from their exhibition objects." 

  

Twenty beetles after the unveiled door of the new century, islands emerge from the sweep of young people in formation and their notebooks are already doubting cloudy days. 

Youngsters of all ages, on instructional benches, through brain tissue point to an evening blackness, and each head to a royal dream square, where classes are taken for visiting days. 

This square cherishes different talents, in it, for a long time in different settings, day by day, the minds of Brazilians television. From here to there, in the homes of the northwestern end the infotime enters our homes. 

In the set of salivary dual days, some excuse us, others say good night, and she is already a distinguished lady, of whom we give the greatest credibility. In their waves, time and space are brothers, both create a bond, punctuating us with related relatives, not equal, to divide resolute lines. 

The waves of our homes with the control in our hands, everything demands a decision and in the end, we are the appearance of that presented, and we start to structure our conversations from their exhibition objects. 

God help me with the electricity bill ... I wait for the white flag at the end of the month. God bless me the Goal at the right time, the soap opera making us cry, the waves of denunciations making us angry with the corrupt and the corrupting, the freshman programs, the behavioral to put naked and raw, life as it is .