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Os olhos da cara. (Martha Medeiros).
Recentemente participei de um evento profissional só para o público feminino. Era um batepapo com uma plateia composta de umas 250 mulheres de todas as raças, credos e idades. Principalmente idades. Lá pelas tantas fui questionada sobre a minha, e, como não me envergonho dela, respondi. Foi um momento inesquecível. A plateia inteira fez um “Oooohh” de descrédito. E quando eu disse que, até aqui, ainda não enfiei uma única agulha no rosto ou no corpo, foi mais emocionante ainda: “Oooooooooooooooohhhhhh”. Aí fiquei pensando: pô, estou neste auditório há quase uma hora exibindo minha incrível e sensacional inteligência, e a única coisa que provocou uma reação calorosa na mulherada foi o fato de eu não aparentar a idade que tenho. Onde é que nós estamos?
Onde não sei, mas estamos correndo atrás de algo caquético chamado “juventude eterna”. Estão todos em busca da reversão do tempo, e com sucesso: quanto mais ele passa, mais moços ficamos. Ok, acho ótimo, porque decrepitude também não é meu sonho de consumo, mas cirurgias estéticas não dão conta desse assunto sozinhas.
Há um outro truque que faz com que continuemos a ser chamadas de senhoritas mesmo em idade avançada. A fonte da juventude chama-se mudança. Eu sei disso, você sabe, e a escritora Betty Milan também, tanto que enfatizou essa frase em seu mais recente livro, Quando Paris cintila. De fato, quem é escravo da repetição está condenado a virar cadáver antes da hora.
A única maneira de sermos idosos sem envelhecer é não nos opormos a novos comportamentos, é ter disposição para guinadas. É assim que se morre jovem, sem precisar termos o mesmo destino de um James Dean ou de uma Marylin Monroe. Eu pretendo morrer jovem aos 120 anos.
Mudança, o que vem a ser tal coisa?
Minha mãe recentemente se mudou do apartamento em que morou a vida toda para um bem menorzinho. Teve que vender e doar mais da metade dos móveis e tranqueiras que havia guardado e, mesmo tendo feito isso com certa dor, ao conquistar uma vida mais compacta e simplificada, rejuvenesceu. Uma amiga casada há 38 anos cansou das galinhagens do marido e o mandou passear, sem temer ficar sozinha aos 65 anos de idade. Rejuvenesceu. Uma outra cansou da pauleira urbana e trocou um ótimo emprego em Porto Alegre por um não tão bom, só que em Florianópolis, onde ela caminha na beira da praia todas as manhãs. Rejuvenesceu.
Toda mudança cobra um alto preço emocional. Antes de tomar uma decisão difícil, e durante a tomada, chora-se muito, os questionamentos são inúmeros, a vida se desestabiliza. Mas então chega o depois, a coisa feita, e aí a recompensa fica escancarada na face.
Mudanças fazem milagres por nossos olhos, e é no olhar que se percebe a tal juventude eterna. Um olhar opaco pode ser puxado e repuxado por um cirurgião a ponto de as rugas sumirem, só que continuará opaco, porque não existe plástica que resgate seu brilho. Quem dá brilho ao nosso olhar é a vida que a gente optou por levar. Um olhar iluminado, vivo e sagaz impede que a pessoa envelheça. Olhe-se no espelho. Você tem um olhar de quem estaria disposta a cometer loucuras? Tem que ter.
E aí pode abrir o jogo, contar a verdade: tenho 39, 46, 57, 78 anos! Ooooooohhhhh. Uma guria.
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Os olhos da cara. (Martha Medeiros).
Recentemente participei de um evento profissional só para o público feminino. Era um batepapo com uma plateia composta de umas 250 mulheres de todas as raças, credos e idades. Principalmente idades. Lá pelas tantas fui questionada sobre a minha, e, como não me envergonho dela, respondi. Foi um momento inesquecível. A plateia inteira fez um “Oooohh” de descrédito. E quando eu disse que, até aqui, ainda não enfiei uma única agulha no rosto ou no corpo, foi mais emocionante ainda: “Oooooooooooooooohhhhhh”. Aí fiquei pensando: pô, estou neste auditório há quase uma hora exibindo minha incrível e sensacional inteligência, e a única coisa que provocou uma reação calorosa na mulherada foi o fato de eu não aparentar a idade que tenho. Onde é que nós estamos?
Onde não sei, mas estamos correndo atrás de algo caquético chamado “juventude eterna”. Estão todos em busca da reversão do tempo, e com sucesso: quanto mais ele passa, mais moços ficamos. Ok, acho ótimo, porque decrepitude também não é meu sonho de consumo, mas cirurgias estéticas não dão conta desse assunto sozinhas.
Há um outro truque que faz com que continuemos a ser chamadas de senhoritas mesmo em idade avançada. A fonte da juventude chama-se mudança. Eu sei disso, você sabe, e a escritora Betty Milan também, tanto que enfatizou essa frase em seu mais recente livro, Quando Paris cintila. De fato, quem é escravo da repetição está condenado a virar cadáver antes da hora.
A única maneira de sermos idosos sem envelhecer é não nos opormos a novos comportamentos, é ter disposição para guinadas. É assim que se morre jovem, sem precisar termos o mesmo destino de um James Dean ou de uma Marylin Monroe. Eu pretendo morrer jovem aos 120 anos.
Mudança, o que vem a ser tal coisa?
Minha mãe recentemente se mudou do apartamento em que morou a vida toda para um bem menorzinho. Teve que vender e doar mais da metade dos móveis e tranqueiras que havia guardado e, mesmo tendo feito isso com certa dor, ao conquistar uma vida mais compacta e simplificada, rejuvenesceu. Uma amiga casada há 38 anos cansou das galinhagens do marido e o mandou passear, sem temer ficar sozinha aos 65 anos de idade. Rejuvenesceu. Uma outra cansou da pauleira urbana e trocou um ótimo emprego em Porto Alegre por um não tão bom, só que em Florianópolis, onde ela caminha na beira da praia todas as manhãs. Rejuvenesceu.
Toda mudança cobra um alto preço emocional. Antes de tomar uma decisão difícil, e durante a tomada, chora-se muito, os questionamentos são inúmeros, a vida se desestabiliza. Mas então chega o depois, a coisa feita, e aí a recompensa fica escancarada na face.
Mudanças fazem milagres por nossos olhos, e é no olhar que se percebe a tal juventude eterna. Um olhar opaco pode ser puxado e repuxado por um cirurgião a ponto de as rugas sumirem, só que continuará opaco, porque não existe plástica que resgate seu brilho. Quem dá brilho ao nosso olhar é a vida que a gente optou por levar. Um olhar iluminado, vivo e sagaz impede que a pessoa envelheça. Olhe-se no espelho. Você tem um olhar de quem estaria disposta a cometer loucuras? Tem que ter.
E aí pode abrir o jogo, contar a verdade: tenho 39, 46, 57, 78 anos! Ooooooohhhhh. Uma guria.
Assinale a alternativa em que a palavra destacada foi substituída por um sinônimo adequado ao contexto e acompanhada de um antônimo correto.
No trecho:
“Eu, o poema, não vibro no ar, se ninguém me leu.”
a principal figura de linguagem presente é:
No verso:
“seu corpo bate no meu.”
a palavra “corpo” foi empregada em sentido predominantemente:
Trecho original:
“Entre as 20 cidades mais bem colocadas, 18 ficam no Sudeste e no Sul — a maioria em São Paulo.”
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Lord of the Plants:
Death Metal Eco-Baron Rewilds Irish Estate
Randal Plunkett, the 21st Baron of Dunsany, strides out of his Irish castle in a T-shirt bearing the name of death metal band "Cannibal Corpse" in bloody lettering.
In the distance, a russet-coloured stag appears for a moment, before dissolving into the 750 acres (300 hectares) of ancestral estate Plunkett has surrendered to the wilderness -- almost half of his lands.
"I felt a sort of sense of duty towards the environment here," said Plunkett, perched on a decaying tree trunk sprouting a clutch of mushrooms.
"I'm a caretaker of this estate for this generation and the estate is not just the castle, it's also the land but it's also the environment," the aristocrat told AFP, his mane of shoulder-length hair rippling in the breeze.
Eight years ago, death metal fan Plunkett, whose family have presided over Dunsany Castle northwest of Dublin for nine centuries, began his "radical" rewilding project.
The 38-year-old vegan, an unlikely successor to ancestors depicted in sober portraits lining the walls of the grey stone castle, evicted livestock and dismissed lawnmowers to allow nature to take its course.
Now, the results are plain. The ultra-rare pine marten has been spotted. Otters and red deer thrive.
Skies are jammed with birds: buzzards, red kites, peregrine falcons, sparrowhawks, kestrels and snipes.
Plunkett says a woodpecker has been sighted in the area for the first time in a century.
Beyond the castle crenellations, the lawn is transformed into a swirling morass of 23 species of grass, fizzing with insect life.
Plunkett lends a hand here and there -- planting 2,500 trees last year was no small feat -- but mostly he is hands-off.
"As I watched it, I began to understand what the land was doing," he said after trudging across a field of knotted undergrowth in a faux leather jacket.
"It became a rewilding project," he said, as two Jack Russell terriers named Beavis and Butt-head gambol around his vegan-friendly Doc Martens boots.
Fonte: https://www.theyouthtimes.com/news-details/21284/
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Lord of the Plants:
Death Metal Eco-Baron Rewilds Irish Estate
Randal Plunkett, the 21st Baron of Dunsany, strides out of his Irish castle in a T-shirt bearing the name of death metal band "Cannibal Corpse" in bloody lettering.
In the distance, a russet-coloured stag appears for a moment, before dissolving into the 750 acres (300 hectares) of ancestral estate Plunkett has surrendered to the wilderness -- almost half of his lands.
"I felt a sort of sense of duty towards the environment here," said Plunkett, perched on a decaying tree trunk sprouting a clutch of mushrooms.
"I'm a caretaker of this estate for this generation and the estate is not just the castle, it's also the land but it's also the environment," the aristocrat told AFP, his mane of shoulder-length hair rippling in the breeze.
Eight years ago, death metal fan Plunkett, whose family have presided over Dunsany Castle northwest of Dublin for nine centuries, began his "radical" rewilding project.
The 38-year-old vegan, an unlikely successor to ancestors depicted in sober portraits lining the walls of the grey stone castle, evicted livestock and dismissed lawnmowers to allow nature to take its course.
Now, the results are plain. The ultra-rare pine marten has been spotted. Otters and red deer thrive.
Skies are jammed with birds: buzzards, red kites, peregrine falcons, sparrowhawks, kestrels and snipes.
Plunkett says a woodpecker has been sighted in the area for the first time in a century.
Beyond the castle crenellations, the lawn is transformed into a swirling morass of 23 species of grass, fizzing with insect life.
Plunkett lends a hand here and there -- planting 2,500 trees last year was no small feat -- but mostly he is hands-off.
"As I watched it, I began to understand what the land was doing," he said after trudging across a field of knotted undergrowth in a faux leather jacket.
"It became a rewilding project," he said, as two Jack Russell terriers named Beavis and Butt-head gambol around his vegan-friendly Doc Martens boots.
Fonte: https://www.theyouthtimes.com/news-details/21284/
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Lord of the Plants:
Death Metal Eco-Baron Rewilds Irish Estate
Randal Plunkett, the 21st Baron of Dunsany, strides out of his Irish castle in a T-shirt bearing the name of death metal band "Cannibal Corpse" in bloody lettering.
In the distance, a russet-coloured stag appears for a moment, before dissolving into the 750 acres (300 hectares) of ancestral estate Plunkett has surrendered to the wilderness -- almost half of his lands.
"I felt a sort of sense of duty towards the environment here," said Plunkett, perched on a decaying tree trunk sprouting a clutch of mushrooms.
"I'm a caretaker of this estate for this generation and the estate is not just the castle, it's also the land but it's also the environment," the aristocrat told AFP, his mane of shoulder-length hair rippling in the breeze.
Eight years ago, death metal fan Plunkett, whose family have presided over Dunsany Castle northwest of Dublin for nine centuries, began his "radical" rewilding project.
The 38-year-old vegan, an unlikely successor to ancestors depicted in sober portraits lining the walls of the grey stone castle, evicted livestock and dismissed lawnmowers to allow nature to take its course.
Now, the results are plain. The ultra-rare pine marten has been spotted. Otters and red deer thrive.
Skies are jammed with birds: buzzards, red kites, peregrine falcons, sparrowhawks, kestrels and snipes.
Plunkett says a woodpecker has been sighted in the area for the first time in a century.
Beyond the castle crenellations, the lawn is transformed into a swirling morass of 23 species of grass, fizzing with insect life.
Plunkett lends a hand here and there -- planting 2,500 trees last year was no small feat -- but mostly he is hands-off.
"As I watched it, I began to understand what the land was doing," he said after trudging across a field of knotted undergrowth in a faux leather jacket.
"It became a rewilding project," he said, as two Jack Russell terriers named Beavis and Butt-head gambol around his vegan-friendly Doc Martens boots.
Fonte: https://www.theyouthtimes.com/news-details/21284/
Plunkett, who is _________ arístocrat and _________ vegan, decided to transform his land into _________ wilderness to protect _________ envíronment.
Fill in the blanks CORRECTLY and respectively:
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Lord of the Plants:
Death Metal Eco-Baron Rewilds Irish Estate
Randal Plunkett, the 21st Baron of Dunsany, strides out of his Irish castle in a T-shirt bearing the name of death metal band "Cannibal Corpse" in bloody lettering.
In the distance, a russet-coloured stag appears for a moment, before dissolving into the 750 acres (300 hectares) of ancestral estate Plunkett has surrendered to the wilderness -- almost half of his lands.
"I felt a sort of sense of duty towards the environment here," said Plunkett, perched on a decaying tree trunk sprouting a clutch of mushrooms.
"I'm a caretaker of this estate for this generation and the estate is not just the castle, it's also the land but it's also the environment," the aristocrat told AFP, his mane of shoulder-length hair rippling in the breeze.
Eight years ago, death metal fan Plunkett, whose family have presided over Dunsany Castle northwest of Dublin for nine centuries, began his "radical" rewilding project.
The 38-year-old vegan, an unlikely successor to ancestors depicted in sober portraits lining the walls of the grey stone castle, evicted livestock and dismissed lawnmowers to allow nature to take its course.
Now, the results are plain. The ultra-rare pine marten has been spotted. Otters and red deer thrive.
Skies are jammed with birds: buzzards, red kites, peregrine falcons, sparrowhawks, kestrels and snipes.
Plunkett says a woodpecker has been sighted in the area for the first time in a century.
Beyond the castle crenellations, the lawn is transformed into a swirling morass of 23 species of grass, fizzing with insect life.
Plunkett lends a hand here and there -- planting 2,500 trees last year was no small feat -- but mostly he is hands-off.
"As I watched it, I began to understand what the land was doing," he said after trudging across a field of knotted undergrowth in a faux leather jacket.
"It became a rewilding project," he said, as two Jack Russell terriers named Beavis and Butt-head gambol around his vegan-friendly Doc Martens boots.
Fonte: https://www.theyouthtimes.com/news-details/21284/
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Lord of the Plants:
Death Metal Eco-Baron Rewilds Irish Estate
Randal Plunkett, the 21st Baron of Dunsany, strides out of his Irish castle in a T-shirt bearing the name of death metal band "Cannibal Corpse" in bloody lettering.
In the distance, a russet-coloured stag appears for a moment, before dissolving into the 750 acres (300 hectares) of ancestral estate Plunkett has surrendered to the wilderness -- almost half of his lands.
"I felt a sort of sense of duty towards the environment here," said Plunkett, perched on a decaying tree trunk sprouting a clutch of mushrooms.
"I'm a caretaker of this estate for this generation and the estate is not just the castle, it's also the land but it's also the environment," the aristocrat told AFP, his mane of shoulder-length hair rippling in the breeze.
Eight years ago, death metal fan Plunkett, whose family have presided over Dunsany Castle northwest of Dublin for nine centuries, began his "radical" rewilding project.
The 38-year-old vegan, an unlikely successor to ancestors depicted in sober portraits lining the walls of the grey stone castle, evicted livestock and dismissed lawnmowers to allow nature to take its course.
Now, the results are plain. The ultra-rare pine marten has been spotted. Otters and red deer thrive.
Skies are jammed with birds: buzzards, red kites, peregrine falcons, sparrowhawks, kestrels and snipes.
Plunkett says a woodpecker has been sighted in the area for the first time in a century.
Beyond the castle crenellations, the lawn is transformed into a swirling morass of 23 species of grass, fizzing with insect life.
Plunkett lends a hand here and there -- planting 2,500 trees last year was no small feat -- but mostly he is hands-off.
"As I watched it, I began to understand what the land was doing," he said after trudging across a field of knotted undergrowth in a faux leather jacket.
"It became a rewilding project," he said, as two Jack Russell terriers named Beavis and Butt-head gambol around his vegan-friendly Doc Martens boots.
Fonte: https://www.theyouthtimes.com/news-details/21284/
Column 1:
(1) Ancestral.
(2) Knotted.
(3) Rewilding.
(4) Ultra-rare.
Column 2:
( ) undergrowth.
( ) project.
( ) estate.
( ) pine marten.
Which alternative CORRECTLY fills in the parentheses above, from top to bottom?
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Lord of the Plants:
Death Metal Eco-Baron Rewilds Irish Estate
Randal Plunkett, the 21st Baron of Dunsany, strides out of his Irish castle in a T-shirt bearing the name of death metal band "Cannibal Corpse" in bloody lettering.
In the distance, a russet-coloured stag appears for a moment, before dissolving into the 750 acres (300 hectares) of ancestral estate Plunkett has surrendered to the wilderness -- almost half of his lands.
"I felt a sort of sense of duty towards the environment here," said Plunkett, perched on a decaying tree trunk sprouting a clutch of mushrooms.
"I'm a caretaker of this estate for this generation and the estate is not just the castle, it's also the land but it's also the environment," the aristocrat told AFP, his mane of shoulder-length hair rippling in the breeze.
Eight years ago, death metal fan Plunkett, whose family have presided over Dunsany Castle northwest of Dublin for nine centuries, began his "radical" rewilding project.
The 38-year-old vegan, an unlikely successor to ancestors depicted in sober portraits lining the walls of the grey stone castle, evicted livestock and dismissed lawnmowers to allow nature to take its course.
Now, the results are plain. The ultra-rare pine marten has been spotted. Otters and red deer thrive.
Skies are jammed with birds: buzzards, red kites, peregrine falcons, sparrowhawks, kestrels and snipes.
Plunkett says a woodpecker has been sighted in the area for the first time in a century.
Beyond the castle crenellations, the lawn is transformed into a swirling morass of 23 species of grass, fizzing with insect life.
Plunkett lends a hand here and there -- planting 2,500 trees last year was no small feat -- but mostly he is hands-off.
"As I watched it, I began to understand what the land was doing," he said after trudging across a field of knotted undergrowth in a faux leather jacket.
"It became a rewilding project," he said, as two Jack Russell terriers named Beavis and Butt-head gambol around his vegan-friendly Doc Martens boots.
Fonte: https://www.theyouthtimes.com/news-details/21284/
Regarding the description of Randal Plunkett's lifestyle and its relationship to his family history, read the following excerpt:
Plunkett is described as an ___________ successor to his family lineage, as his modern choices represent a ___________ of the traditional aristocratic image maintaíned by his ancestors.
Fill in the blanks CORRECTLY and respectively:
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