Month: February 2014

That Is The Aloe Vera

By its appearance aloe seems a cactus, but actually belongs to the family of Liliaceae, such as garlic, Lily, asparagus or Tulip. It is a species of succulent calls, i.e., that contains a large amount of juice. It is precisely that loaded with extraordinary properties succus which makes it the undisputed Queen of medicinal plants. Already in 1950, Reynolds described in a study around 250 types of different aloes. A new count carried out in 1998 showed the figure of 340 species. Hybridization by pollination or by human manipulation is constant, so the number of new species to increase.

From among all the aloaceae only some have therapeutic properties (aloe vera barbadensis, aloe arborescens, fierce aloe, aloe chinensis, socotrina aloe, aloe vulgaris). Here we will refer to the Aloe Barbadensis Miller, also known as aloe vera (true aloe), species which by its extraordinary qualities focuses most of the studies, and which have seen through lots of trials and biochemical analysis which has a cocktail of active molecules that interact synergistically and are essential for the prevention and cure of many diseases and ailments. The aloe is a plant that grows spontaneously in Rocky and arid, areas typically between 600 and 1800 m altitude. It is very common in Africa (where applicable), especially in the Cape Province (South Africa) and the mountains of tropical Africa; We can also find them in the Caribbean, Central and South America, China, Thailand, Cambodia, Pakistan and in some regions of the United States (Texas, Florida). The aloe is a herbaceous perennial plant, of leaves large, elongated and succulent, concave and flat at the top, and convex on the lower, generally toothed and thorny. We find it prepared in rosette or matte, with stem or without him. Its inflorescence part of a stem composed of several long clusters coated by a large number of small, colorful flowers, normally yellow, red or orange.

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Southeastern Soil

RUINS Were what it remained of the beautiful structure that sheltered Salibras S/A, salt refinery whose mark ‘ ‘ Globo’ ‘ , one became synonymous of this mineral in the Brazilian market for a long period. Planted to the edges of the Avenue Carlos Lindemberg, when this saw was the main linking of Victory to beautiful beaches of Old Village, the refinery made histories and was part of the history of Old Village and the State of the Espirito Santo, creating jobs, generating divided and giving visibility same, since to its product, the Salt Globe was commercialized for all Southeastern and south of the country, being present in the main nets and the house of millions of consumers, that daily in the privacy of its kitchen it did not open hand of this essential mineral in the plate elaboration degustados for all family. The winds of the succession had made a great evil to the company, having taken it bankruptcy in very little time, in the inexperienced hands of young, that had not inherited the persistence to work hard and the love for that small empire constructed to cost of much sweat. There the routine was pulled, the sweat and the salt, the salt and the sweat had lulled to sleep hundreds of dreams and, many turn these carried through. Victories were what more it was seen for the soil of the plant.

Men and women with white, white fardamento with the product, had constructed with its works, houses, had created families and become fullfilled themselves as people. Yesterday he fervilhava? the snore of the machines and the frantic running of people dictated the rhythm of the production. They rained order, after all the products was the preferred ones of the consumers. Everything that if produced was vendido, it did not have as to take care of all order, and the production increase demanded time and investments, that were in course. The machines twirled practically 24 uninterrupted hours – Saturdays, sundays and holidays. Sets of ten of trucks lined up in the highway to the wait of the precious load that has daily left for practically all the hiddings place the country.

Today in the same avenue, specifically in the height of it I number 4,505, lies destroyed dreams? it has in place ones accumulated of beams and lying chainses twisted inert for soil. This shady scene, without sounds, and express life the frieza of what it remained of that small empire. Only ruins and nothing more. Sundays Fernando Ribeiro de Rezende 05/08/11 fernandosalglobo@ yahoo.

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Woman

River steamer with open door. I am free! Freedom; or almost! But what to make of the freedom? Scares it me! I do not know what to make with it! Of mouth in mouth I lose myself. It enters as many legs between mine and as much others it stows. Until one day you it appeared. It dominated me, for the body, the mind and the heart.

It has been a battle, where I try to be as spectator, therefore I do not believe in stories with happy ends. The life is meat and desires come of it. The mind is as alone mediating between the body and its desires, the heart, with its dreams, illusions, enchantments and disenchantments. the neck? Ah the neck of a woman! It is the line that divides the feminine universe of that it offers and it charges the humanity. It is in the neck of the woman where if the fights between man and woman stop all. Therefore you it asks for that I keep my imprisoned hair, so that he can be free my neck, my body. At least until it has the certainty of it dominated that me, or who knows has been dominated for the power that this territtio of battles concentrates, then with delicate force, to put certeira, the untied one, so that it makes of it the muzzle of my body, already without mind without heart. To put, delivers and happy! Alone a body, of meat, alive, hot and burning hot.

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