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The Letter course of the Univás participe of presentations in  Facapa
The students of the Letter course participated this Thursday of the academic presentations  that happened in  Facapa (Pouso Alegre Catholic Faculty). Some students of the Letters course presented theirs works. Before of the presentations, the guitars orchestra of the Pouso Alegre Conservatory represented a beautiful concert.

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The Journalism and Publicity courses of the Univás participe of the first Comunication Conference
  The conference happens on October 28th and 29th, in Pouso Alegre. The initiative is of the Pouso Alegre Council with of support of comunication courses of the Univás, TV Alterosa e Marques Plaza Hotel.

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The teacher of Univás present work in Intercom.
The teacher of Univás, Telma Domingues Silva, presented the research "Comunication ,culture and consumption: of the television to internet", in XXXII Brazilian Congress of Science of the Comunication. The Congress happened in Curitiba.

Biography

Bram Stoker

Bram (Abraham) Stoker was born on November 8th, 1847 in Dublin, Ireland. His father was a civil servant and his mother was a charity worker and writer. Stoker was a sickly child and spent a lot of time in bed. Growing up his mother told him a lot of horror stories. Stoker studied Mathematics at Trinity College Dublin and he graduated in 1867, there, despite his earlier years of illness became involved in athletics, winning many awards. After graduation he became a civil servant. At this time, he also worked as a free lance journalist, a drama critic and editor of the "Evening Mail". In 1876 he met Sir Henry Irving, a famous actor. Stoker accepted a job as a personal secretary to Irving and went to England in 1878. Before he left Ireland he published his first book "The Duties of Clerks of Petty Sessions in Ireland" in 1878. While working for Irving he met an aspiring actress named Florence Balcombe. They were married 1878 and had one son, Noel, born in 1879. In England he also began writing a series of novels and short stories the first of which was "The Snake's Pass". Although best known for "Dracula", Stoker wrote eighteen books before he died in 1912. Stoker died at the age of 64 of exhaustion in London. Stoker started to write novels including The Primrose Path (1875), The Snake's Pass (1890), The Watter's Mou' (1895), The Shoulder of Shasta (1895), Miss Betty (1898) and short stories collected in Under the Sunset (1881). Other works by Stoker include The Mystery of the Sea (1902), his Egyptian mummy-themed The Jewel of Seven Stars (1903), The Man (also titled The Gates of Life 1905), Lady Athlyne (1908), The Lady of the Shroud (1909), Famous Impostors (1910), and The Lair of the White Worm (1911) which also includes elements found in Dracula like unseen evil, strange creatures, inexplicable events, and supernatural horrors.

Book

Dracula
Bram Stoker

In the year 1875, Jonathan Harker leaves from London and travels to Transylvania. He goes to do business with Count Dracula who lives in dark castle. This count is a vampire. When Jonathan arrives in castle, he is afraid with all that he sees and discovers. The Count do him prisoner and tries kill him. But Jonathan gets to escape. While Jonathan is in Transylvania, his wife, Mina, is with her friend Lucy. The Count Dracula goes to London and he attacks Lucy. The doctor Jack Seward is called for to help Lucy, but he doesn't understand that happens with her, so he call your old teacher Van Helsing. They don't get to avert her death. She changes in vampire. After this,  Jonathan, Van Helsing, Dr. Jack and Arthur ( Lucy's boyfriend ) decide to kill the Count and they go look him facing very dangers.

Poetry

Dream Land

Where sunless rivers weep

Their waves into the deep,

She sleeps a charmed sleep:

Awake her not.

Led by a single star,

She came from very far

To seek where shadows are

Her pleasant lot.

 

She left the rosy morn,

She left the fields of corn,

For twilight cold and lorn

And water springs.

Through sleep, as through a veil,

She sees the sky look pale,

And hears the nightingale

That sadly sings.

 

Rest, rest, a perfect rest

Shed over brow and breast;

Her face is toward the west,

The purple land.

She cannot see the grain

Ripening on hill and plain;

She cannot feel the rain

Upon her hand.

 

Rest, rest, for evermore

Upon a mossy shore;

Rest, rest at the heart's core

Till time shall cease:

Sleep that no pain shall wake;

Night that no morn shall break

Till joy shall overtake

Her perfect peace

 Christina Rossetti

Poetry

Miracles

Why, who makes much of a miracle?

As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with any one I love,

Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,

Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;

These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,

The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,

Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,

The fishes that swim- the rocks- the motion of the waves- the

ships with men in them,

What stranger miracles are there?

Walt Whitman

Music

The english version of great hit of the pair.

  Butterfly's 

 Victor e Leo

I understand that time does not pass any

You say not so funny love

It was very beautiful, but flew pro infinity

Like butterflies in a garden

Now you back

And balance is what I felt by anyone other

Divided between two worlds

I know that I love but not yet know who

I can not say what has changed

But nothing is equal
In a strange night we were strange and is annoyed
You try to prove that everything in us died
Butterflies always return
And I am your garden
I understand that time does not pass any
You say not so funny love
It was very beautiful, but flew pro infinity
Like butterflies in a garden
Now you back
And balance is what I felt by anyone other
Divided between two worlds
I know that I love but not yet know who
I can not say what has changed
But nothing is equal
In a strange night we were strange and is annoyed
You try to prove that everything in us died
Butterflies always return
And I am your garden
I can not say what has changed
But nothing is equal
In a strange night we were strange and is annoyed
You try to prove that everything in us died
Butterflies always return
And I am your garden

Music

This music is soundtrack of the fall Berlin Wall. It begins witch a sensational whistle. It came first in the charts of 13 countries.
Wind Of Change 
 Scorpions   

Composição: Klaus Meine

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in
Did you ever think?
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
[Chorus:]
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change