tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843337572941822312024-03-19T02:29:09.200-07:00Cozinha SobrenaturalTudo sobre as outras coisas e mais um pouco a respeito de jornalismo, literatura, filosofia, poesia, culinária, música, cinema, esoterismo e outras elocubrações condimentadas.Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-47484956948338002672009-01-21T13:46:00.000-08:002009-01-21T13:59:28.268-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 68<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Os devires<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MnMZwVM__HYRfFhb6W4EvCHZRlmB7Mrx_dXDzwgUOpdeZGn28tymUi9BYOWG-UHcpkFJKd6GLUh8g3q-sR8oE1NkChPY5hx0G6EcUkxKEDD49dPcGiBxDHxthauR6TM9BuIDFOayfSM/s1600-h/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3is+153.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293868578587161250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MnMZwVM__HYRfFhb6W4EvCHZRlmB7Mrx_dXDzwgUOpdeZGn28tymUi9BYOWG-UHcpkFJKd6GLUh8g3q-sR8oE1NkChPY5hx0G6EcUkxKEDD49dPcGiBxDHxthauR6TM9BuIDFOayfSM/s400/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3is+153.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293869414714293746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6ZIb3osMiopVl47jG_iHvDE1P0AWZIaSQE9Ucx_Gfs6Imr6DfTGkGSHCtDy-4IEQxtiNVsQijLcB9_T48AQUVTIjHo3kGFDkTBH8VbY53aex3NZNH49L8i3Bs-7bJ7HaeoLhVVKx1Rc/s400/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3is+247.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccyVlZ4j7EtrBheTYb23OvAy6XYXm7T0QsTCH0iIQNALdh3jguspFv56BljKjCD9FIfHhMTDfy7CodVEwgKYEKp7AdY36GsdLWpCpgfKA5-8ZsEbsFhgJ0YEjh1FvAcfWmXB0Z_uWsRU/s1600-h/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3is+123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293868122610081746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccyVlZ4j7EtrBheTYb23OvAy6XYXm7T0QsTCH0iIQNALdh3jguspFv56BljKjCD9FIfHhMTDfy7CodVEwgKYEKp7AdY36GsdLWpCpgfKA5-8ZsEbsFhgJ0YEjh1FvAcfWmXB0Z_uWsRU/s400/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3is+123.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-207213682546327982009-01-19T14:48:00.000-08:002009-01-19T15:09:39.005-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 68<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Os fluires</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293141382872523922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2BepbFNSUs4wf8rLe0VH6f8MRobtvn-UC-FGfWr9FPiYH-c2VIYfnFG53yAqNNy8bc9XFr1VLjHuEbNreMI0oZg8PbeVsLnN4kuAti0F2ujv7Wxn9ivuKtO_JQNsR4ZDJllb72a5VEU/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8QunxKiExfAWB-AKM09hR8UrHFrVwo1uVRh41EACXniJz6ZVs4s73Ao9XuxrAfaRAiqeq0DsrEXKdbZtvZY_I-msHQK4TAVOnyXodf2slmLSsEnZzgZ9MtZr_rsHZWYZZ2bpfzGEfHI/s1600-h/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293144445588216994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8QunxKiExfAWB-AKM09hR8UrHFrVwo1uVRh41EACXniJz6ZVs4s73Ao9XuxrAfaRAiqeq0DsrEXKdbZtvZY_I-msHQK4TAVOnyXodf2slmLSsEnZzgZ9MtZr_rsHZWYZZ2bpfzGEfHI/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtmVhYNJUwC_0w5rmQK5r0cBgVVbOx4Rm1iTSyvwIuYWAn_pNGV93i9hPg29JhTNTFIJzaFHSaTvJt3mdCbMABDjqIQIKsz1jz6d2b69Bqcch02oMAtaf7GcK0z9DwLYWszD0Hk4VHJQ/s1600-h/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3is+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293143052218889794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtmVhYNJUwC_0w5rmQK5r0cBgVVbOx4Rm1iTSyvwIuYWAn_pNGV93i9hPg29JhTNTFIJzaFHSaTvJt3mdCbMABDjqIQIKsz1jz6d2b69Bqcch02oMAtaf7GcK0z9DwLYWszD0Hk4VHJQ/s400/Len%C3%A7%C3%B3is+066.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293145059910323138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVNVjSttbh9cAEK1G0Sc-tmwUpSxH3INuz9tOtwv-SfV1wPRR65sZHarjBE95eT4Fb_8RZ1tbW_p_pNOp35zkV3QvURJb40gVTngdcM7CYFbFUOi-eharxp9Q1NcLI978EkLnduc3UoE/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+116.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-31415377194515580482009-01-17T12:37:00.001-08:002009-01-18T07:19:29.622-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 67<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Incandescências</span><br /><br /><br />Eis que aprendi<br />Nesses vales onde afundam os poentes:<br />Afinal, tudo são luzes<br />E a gente se acende é nos outros.<br />A vida é um fogo,<br />Nós somos suas breves incandescências.<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">(Mia Couto)</span></em></strong>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-6937366435039425322009-01-11T12:11:00.000-08:002009-01-11T12:29:38.016-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 67<div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Hapiness is the road</span></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290135563547649666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61sc51Zs2PlzUL43AykU6s2wDWl60tN8GdUNRcQtjTw20BzoXm0cPJfMFWkXh1hmnj-PAvxLJmx1Kp_UYRuJIs29bV8DJPBUKQNGia9UfUvLCDEVCTjWN8Ya64xKRhY6CcBUQTkl04kc/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+123.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>The greatest blessing that we have</div><div>Is the dawn of each new day</div><div>A chance to finish what we started</div><div>And made a mess of yesterday</div><div>As day comes out of night</div><div>A chance to get it right</div><div>A chance to start again</div><div>A chance to get it right </div><div>...</div><div> </div><div>Hapiness is the road</div><div>Happiness aint at the end of the road</div><div>Happiness aint at the end of the road</div><div>Happiness is the road</div><div>The road</div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">(h.)</span></em></strong></div>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-89456004107643171992009-01-10T06:26:00.000-08:002009-01-10T07:08:50.360-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 66<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Katharsis</span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676147212799906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1QkIBOhqetl4gEE4Uvx94HGNpXubPeIRPx6NWDC4tCfg7cEqLV8GljmiYMKcuIVZ3Nyz84lcpsPrwEelUpuxN83VvG69TvLblz1nvGR2sRYHSEwCeNotJHhOObohWcp8_mGOsKDLT4c/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+091.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678466664879682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh8ZAd-vRR_4bXcmM-IzOn5iLYv3bnmmFPHL7LqDYf001S0l8acyUiobHf6QdCniQ5hyphenhyphenz4V2ZZHr5nOryzpKZULnZ35BPXzLnoeKAstdy1j3ruJxDp1syns0YWAKbOfGv_amLap0PMOd0/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+052.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289681701649762290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiEJtLBx86xE47J5iAwxm3D3WBDI0Zx2o79drMurPzOgjpmzFguhK6TYblKa-wOXLe9nw-IKPDILl8Or58ET3wDxQHbUSoOm6Rlyk2DLdjKl-KFXpsQI9NNWigbV2Vb0qdCcnZY9Gr6Q/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+121.jpg" border="0" />Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-82108847480928963872009-01-09T05:56:00.000-08:002009-01-09T06:38:48.310-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 66<div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Cachoeira do Rio dos Pardos</span><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289295270057631634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkQMTopw9TNnNHJLAT9Ngf5Zk4WyE38aC8KMlPOSSW-9rBPnp0awtdcejXW0anSwEh7mRttBoHLD-LdKpaH3J3Srr86EnelOCoWPnGwC1uIR1VwkT0HdXzcweKe0W-F8fDob_fzI-KjQ/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+102.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>União da Vitória - Paraná<br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289296353029550114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4frs8SgMBLf5fO6qx3rLmSyL9iMM599-R1pvjTiyIwthryrHrNIggRnN5IusdyenBX48kBzVqHytmJLyrmAqy8BCteVd5LYQPALrUCKXe_JBpKEnCEu90HlUjWXu-z91glNmmPUWd5po/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+090.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>35 metros de altura</div>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-79503599230780840062009-01-07T05:48:00.000-08:002009-01-07T06:11:25.078-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 65<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Cachoeira do Rio Bonito</span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288549446105015122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkQVTC6IR916D7xLx7Z2iTU31cXG_aW1fSVv6GiEy8zTbouRe056erdMcE2RymoPg463rRT0jZACP0ajNgkflUPXyj-nEpoIxqSd0q8qyr1iEDbPlMJRB1sREnRMUBhL_i9pnU0ypZ7M/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+060.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />União da Vitória - Paraná<br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288552321615056946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwy0H8z-RqOIcFIs0b6WFODz-ZzFNE0aTWzn3rdeaMeUR1OMl-TXQW8SHweCz3Z7UMWIPUgTTyssttCS4JnHOLe_0__BAW0VDaTfQ8WohQ1jWH28UyBB894udnvuK1jg18QXw8c6Zi4Gk/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+071.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />20 metros de altura<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288553429335647426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBUxECXuyznEkK9r_M2ziXDZhYqe2Z2IQyPrn6HK9YpYvWWuua-BAn6VHNa54xXjNHIbH6lRgqHHb97Rms0ZDN__f2sPAAgRSigBNCbfN-yGER8bQds-RbLLPpitC5AsDyX9SHaggWRM/s400/Uni%C3%A0o+2009+1+077.jpg" border="0" />Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-6533633400648608852009-01-04T12:31:00.001-08:002009-01-04T12:53:10.467-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 65<p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">Deus absconditus, deus otiosus</span><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287540165498578482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ADRnDmZ5X_03PNEsDjkoMmC5s1A9HHBKN2NmlraX_V5J8MHD-yqYOhF5S3mtEslOFVQ5JLxzpTdwVhp7UtH8MR_UtE4l8Pb5EYIivESYGrX0QaGbrWX-JuDa00cEOBjLaAMzovt_aGA/s400/Paris+6+014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Minha alma troca de pele<br />Assim como fazem as cobras.<br />Os dentes continuam afiados<br />O veneno fica ainda mais forte.<br /><br />De tudo o que vamos deixando<br />Para trás por esse caminho,<br />As nossas verdades mais puras<br />São aquilo que permanece em nós.<br /><br />Mudamos de idéia, de casa,<br />De par, de personalidade,<br />De sonho e até mesmo de nome,<br />E o veneno fica ainda mais forte.<br /><br />...Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-45162083575565530272009-01-01T06:49:00.000-08:002009-01-01T07:10:18.109-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 64<div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Homo Viator</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286342380305097394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ScBak6TyEBFtPkMreVsziLQXTqbVWHsrnVSMNxinn7ybwLskNVhZgFX1_gtzb2DhFWxd8QXrHS4jCBIzEICsCTcK9wY9l3j7NbLF6CfVZ9hB8-q1mWAg1H2NfGZz7ioo0uEBHnkw-QE/s400/Paris+3+073.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div>Somos todos Ulisses<br />(grego ou irlandês).<br />Viajamos pela vida<br />E, nos encontros,<br />Trocamos notas<br />De diários de bordo.</div><div>Nos reconhecemos.<br /><br />Eu a vejo no caminho<br />O olhar doce<br />E o sorriso dela<br />Fazem com que<br />A minha alma<br />Se sinta em casa.</div><div>Nossa casa é o novo.</div>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-21462329883876410342008-12-30T11:22:00.000-08:002008-12-30T11:35:29.126-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 64<span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" ><br />Music Swims Back to Me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >(Anne Sexton)</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhU8oAKogKMnWrPu12ypMJnj-h6LrZYsHrY9tjV32i0_rFko-GtP_8hGq_swh0gKcDGQNJX9Ab2OIquYT8DAE09THDQykAt-iv_o3546T_acO6DJZYUgNBDcNZACkcQaC3GbIqGZ0W-A/s1600-h/Paris+3+166.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhU8oAKogKMnWrPu12ypMJnj-h6LrZYsHrY9tjV32i0_rFko-GtP_8hGq_swh0gKcDGQNJX9Ab2OIquYT8DAE09THDQykAt-iv_o3546T_acO6DJZYUgNBDcNZACkcQaC3GbIqGZ0W-A/s400/Paris+3+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285668204173045282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">Imagine it. A radio playing </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">and everyone here was crazy. </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">I liked it and danced in a circle. </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">Music pours over the sense </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">and in a funny way </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">music sees more than I. </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">I mean it remembers better; </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">remembers the first night here. </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was the strangled cold of November; </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">even the stars were strapped in the sky </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">and that moon too bright </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">forking through the bars to stick me </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">with a singing in the head. </span></div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;font-family:georgia;" class="bodycopy"><span style="font-size:100%;">I have forgotten all the rest.<br /><br /></span></div>...Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-2487303508571019712008-12-29T04:02:00.000-08:002008-12-29T04:17:56.752-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 63<span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Navalha de Ockham</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmwycC0hJKbznB_1Tbhg7iwVisJ1C1Of8GstdKc4V4uAaHb68-_Xuat-Zf-CzSdj5Ya8OKocsZhyphenhyphenb2jm5YLeQx72KnJ11ulDgOWDzpeYHjESlcFCUj99pHDmznlUhC5xK1uNovSz8CdU/s1600-h/Paris+5+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmwycC0hJKbznB_1Tbhg7iwVisJ1C1Of8GstdKc4V4uAaHb68-_Xuat-Zf-CzSdj5Ya8OKocsZhyphenhyphenb2jm5YLeQx72KnJ11ulDgOWDzpeYHjESlcFCUj99pHDmznlUhC5xK1uNovSz8CdU/s400/Paris+5+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285182194157618082" border="0" /></a><b><br /></b>"The main thing that I learned about conspiracy theory is that conspiracy theorists actually believe in a conspiracy because that is more comforting. The truth of the world is that it is chaotic. The truth is, that it is not the Jewish banking conspiracy or the grey aliens or the 12 foot reptiloids from another dimension that are in control. The truth is more frightening, nobody is in control. The world is rudderless."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">(Alan Moore)</span></span>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-60983130340473127162008-12-28T12:27:00.000-08:002008-12-28T12:30:25.357-08:00IRREVERÊNCIAS 2<span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Filó e Xodó<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyh5aMDX6rSuUHaiyjfU-665mwaPP3Hfh_qTVVMmGzImOrpIb2DJhUGh_iG2RvJH9jcOth4q1m_egtc2BEmQ6bJqpnWatrsE_iepWEGZNuI3iRx3ief5NOC7PS8JX4-1WZM6zQGeYRJmY/s1600-h/Xod%C3%B3+Felicidade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyh5aMDX6rSuUHaiyjfU-665mwaPP3Hfh_qTVVMmGzImOrpIb2DJhUGh_iG2RvJH9jcOth4q1m_egtc2BEmQ6bJqpnWatrsE_iepWEGZNuI3iRx3ief5NOC7PS8JX4-1WZM6zQGeYRJmY/s400/Xod%C3%B3+Felicidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940802074287362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbiOSmaKbrQBZFbJd2nKCHlGbofJ4p8BwytXbPPe6hoCb_QJKpRRdc0DFFRJzUWIpp5ntqmgyOTPKeVo0f4expeRQkUGMo71ZB-HkwKsFjBM-FTfTXlUVC4s2URoMZkfbt2c8GEjwjZk/s1600-h/Fil%C3%B3+Complexidade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbiOSmaKbrQBZFbJd2nKCHlGbofJ4p8BwytXbPPe6hoCb_QJKpRRdc0DFFRJzUWIpp5ntqmgyOTPKeVo0f4expeRQkUGMo71ZB-HkwKsFjBM-FTfTXlUVC4s2URoMZkfbt2c8GEjwjZk/s400/Fil%C3%B3+Complexidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940663958350546" border="0" /></a><br />....Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-22827859280626864132008-12-27T09:03:00.000-08:002008-12-27T09:36:05.995-08:00IRIDESCÊNCIAS 6
<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">El dia que me queira</span>
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cwgasino%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cwgasino%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Pepita Gonzales caminhou pelas estradas fugindo de sua própria imagem durante dias. Quando passava por alguma pequena cidade, evitava as vitrines onde, muitas vezes, o vidro refletia seu rosto e seu corpo. Estava triste, se sentia só, faminta, gorda e com a sobrancelha malfeita.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Só se sentiu melhor quando parou em frente aos enormes portões do Spa Beleza Beautifull, com seus jardins cheios de flores e atendentes cheias de sorrisos. Ali, pensou Pepita, poderia se tornar uma pessoa digna de ser olhada. Poderia tirar novas fotos e espalhá-las pela internet nos seus perfis de Orkut, My Space, Flickr, Facebook, Twitter, Crapshook e muito mais.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A grã-esteticista do Spa Beleza Beatifull, Donana Marzipan, era uma mulher ocupada, mas abriu um pequeno espaço em sua agenda Hello Kitty para receber Pepita.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- O mais importante é a beleza interior – observou Donana, lixando a pontinha da unha do dedo indicador que lhe pinicava cada vez que ela coçava o ouvido.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- É mesmo? – duvidou Pepita.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Mas como ninguém enxerga mesmo dentro de você, a não ser o operador de raio-x, vamos fazer alguma coisa para melhorar esse visual.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- O quê, o quê?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Alinhamento de silicone, botox retrofacial, peeling ornamental, buço permanente, chapinha balinesa e depilação ergométrica.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Uau – suspirou a moça, já se imaginando toda repaginada.</p>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cwgasino%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Continua na série de posts “IRIDESCÊNCIAS”)</span></p>
<br />Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-80062847020048432072008-12-26T15:22:00.000-08:002008-12-26T15:39:37.582-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 63<span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Os olhos</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgOjhPAE2Ma4i5SIv83AxtgsJbz4ecS08voLfwH4peS71jXNFSGFe5DjSiOKE6WsYxqCDm0RtjrkCNI2Kt2ewyO1IxG8vAPv_UF1aTqNCxTjtt6I-77Vp_YsQWJ1rEvcfTH_uxBsAZkU/s1600-h/Paris+3+150.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRgOjhPAE2Ma4i5SIv83AxtgsJbz4ecS08voLfwH4peS71jXNFSGFe5DjSiOKE6WsYxqCDm0RtjrkCNI2Kt2ewyO1IxG8vAPv_UF1aTqNCxTjtt6I-77Vp_YsQWJ1rEvcfTH_uxBsAZkU/s400/Paris+3+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284247016262158354" border="0" /></a><br />"Quem luta contra monstros deve velar para que, ao fazê-lo, não se transforme também em monstro. E, se tu olhares, durante muito tempo, para um abismo, o abismo também olhará para dentro de ti"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >(Nietzsche)</span>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-82274153012068919172008-12-25T15:15:00.001-08:002008-12-25T15:50:54.092-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 62<span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" >
<br />Interiores</span>
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<br /></span> <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: arial;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cwgasino%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-layout-grid-align:none; punctuation-wrap:simple; text-autospace:none; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText {margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; mso-layout-grid-align:none; punctuation-wrap:simple; text-autospace:none; font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Fechado em sua concha áspera, mas sem nunca deixar de ouvir o rugido do mar revolto lá fora, Antonio prosseguia seu trabalho no casarão. Fazia suas refeições em separado. Muitas vezes, até, fechado em seu quarto, conversando apenas com Laura, quando queria algo da casa, e com Augusto, nas horas de trabalho. Nestes dias não via Letícia, nem Theodoro, nem Arthur, numa vida quase monástica.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Lia muito. Levava os jornais para o quarto à noite e pegava muitos livros da imensa biblioteca de Augusto Orsini. Mas fugia de temas que o fizessem pensar demais. Gostava de biografias antigas e livros de história, fazendo do passado antigo a maior parte do seu presente.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:85%;">O inverno de Curitiba era frio e seco, com belas manhãs de sol. Nos finais de semana, saía a caminhar pela cidade. Andava um pouco de bonde. Via centenas de rostos diferentes. Eram pessoas que viviam e quantas - ele pensava - não estavam mortas e enterradas como ele. Quantas haviam escolhido, como ele, aquele caminho. E quantas, também como ele, não haviam sido levadas a isto pela vida.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoBodyText" ><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoBodyText" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Mas a maior parte das pessoas parecia feliz e, portanto, não sentia a mesma dor incômoda. Que tipo de droga anestésica milagrosa - pensava - poderia fazer isso? Será que havia alguma forma de apagar isso, como quem apaga um lampião de gás. Seria conformismo? Será que todos já sabiam mesmo que a vida era apenas uma dor transmitida de geração em geração, ou ele era o único no mundo a se sentir daquele jeito?</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Parou em frente à banca de jornal e leu algumas manchetes. Havia muita desgraça e nenhuma notícia que pudesse considerar boa. Pensou que havia gente com muito mais problemas e dor do que ele. Havia morte, doenças, miséria, guerra, violência e o roubo deslavado da política. Havia desencontros, filhos que perdem os pais, amores que se separam, fortunas que se dissolvem da noite para o dia, desgraças de todo o tipo. Havia fome, medo, desesperança e solidão. Mas não havia ninguém que sentisse o que ele sentia. Não havia ninguém que se sentisse tão inútil e tão perdido em sua própria vida. Pelo menos era o que os jornais diziam.</span></p><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >(trecho do romance inédito "O Castelo da Não Existência")</span><span style="font-size:85%;">
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<br />Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-63043517388002898772008-12-24T10:17:00.000-08:002008-12-24T10:27:35.912-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 62<span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Alma entreaberta</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2AiIADCRTZpkEJWdo0uWdb-y9aOttBNW7aa0MZ6C_UvOzWboUfm-8lPlXT3nqmhBymVEKam-jQtywjOkO7c4pJwGHG2IuL9cuZk-usYSnxjqq1FLnbrKG_8iUj8SU5MQ4y6YM9Xqnxk/s1600-h/Paris+6+126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2AiIADCRTZpkEJWdo0uWdb-y9aOttBNW7aa0MZ6C_UvOzWboUfm-8lPlXT3nqmhBymVEKam-jQtywjOkO7c4pJwGHG2IuL9cuZk-usYSnxjqq1FLnbrKG_8iUj8SU5MQ4y6YM9Xqnxk/s400/Paris+6+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283424703507267826" border="0" /></a><br />"A alma deveria estar sempre entreaberta,<br />de tal forma que se o céu a solicitasse,<br />ele não tivesse que ser obrigado a esperar".<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">(Emily Dickinson)</span></span><br /><br /><br />...Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-28786291767817348242008-12-23T15:21:00.000-08:002008-12-23T15:27:28.605-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 61<h5><span style="font-size:180%;">And so...</span></h5><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eSS9TYG2prq9LJXbb4zwBkiCIqDE2flykjTSuohQWtY46CgTgSVTxp48u7vdojsLP6lPu4XXARLWQGAaHjX7LhRdMJMLKPAX5BCUhmVTjyk1CKB00vnSNm-s0-5e7h8PWsznSxvEmAw/s1600-h/Paris+6+121.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eSS9TYG2prq9LJXbb4zwBkiCIqDE2flykjTSuohQWtY46CgTgSVTxp48u7vdojsLP6lPu4XXARLWQGAaHjX7LhRdMJMLKPAX5BCUhmVTjyk1CKB00vnSNm-s0-5e7h8PWsznSxvEmAw/s400/Paris+6+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283130974494977570" border="0" /></a><br /><h5><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;">So this is Christmas<br />and what have you done...</span></span></span></h5><br />(e quando começa a tocar a versão de Simone - Socorro!!!!!!!)Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-76712286184063353402008-12-22T13:52:00.000-08:002008-12-22T14:01:55.982-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 61<span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Mundo Pequeno</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">(Manoel de Barros)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNEe8eUYtYU78mf67w9hDasTM3VkExDpThSshgr0OD1M1vnzAyN4DX6phVAXcgA9Rd9S7Npp1OKlQLU8VRLTXPtSrr1vXu2OfGNAJSXRzqQWl0izBj8stT8tzWIkl8T8MDIkvvRZNkkAA/s1600-h/Mariana+Paris+1+086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNEe8eUYtYU78mf67w9hDasTM3VkExDpThSshgr0OD1M1vnzAyN4DX6phVAXcgA9Rd9S7Npp1OKlQLU8VRLTXPtSrr1vXu2OfGNAJSXRzqQWl0izBj8stT8tzWIkl8T8MDIkvvRZNkkAA/s400/Mariana+Paris+1+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282737353583526962" border="0" /></a><br /> O mundo meu é pequeno, Senhor.<br /> Tem um rio e um pouco de árvores.<br /> Nossa casa foi feita de costas para o rio.<br /> Formigas recortam roseiras da avó.<br /> Nos fundos do quintal há um menino e suas latas maravilhosas.<br /> Todas as coisas deste lugar já estão comprometidas com aves.<br /> Aqui, se o horizonte enrubesce um pouco, os besouros pensam que estão no incêndio.<br /> Quando o rio está começando um peixe,<br /> Ele me coisa<br /> Ele me rã<br /> Ele me árvore.<br /> De tarde um velho tocará sua flauta para inverter os ocasos<br /> <br /> Conheço de palma os dementes de rio.<br /> Fui amigo do Bugre Felisdônio, de Ignácio Rayzama e de Rogaciano.<br /> Todos catavam pregos na beira do rio para enfiar no horizonte.<br /> Um dia encontrei Felisdônio comendo papel nas ruas de Corumbá.<br /> Me disse que as coisas que não existem são mais bonitas.<br /><br />...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">(excerto do poema "Mundo Pequeno" de "O Livro das Ignorãças")</span></span>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-82911294122087985882008-12-20T19:53:00.000-08:002008-12-20T19:59:23.698-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 60<div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Tudo</span></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087832223981010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGDxj5XQlHViAEESluIJSU7lhtkbYQfc1G4I-8fJ0c2IRdsgqnBhX6Hs7n4qujrwDmCbe3h3UF1d3g6FXzsQChbZrXO-pfV2BNyPgQ3OKEil3BDcudw3e7_7Wc3saKSDVJhjA_xmLjkM/s400/Paris+6+089.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Tudo o que há de vago em teu olhar</div><div>É o que me afaga</div><br /><div>...</div>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-52393677344994329282008-12-20T10:05:00.000-08:002008-12-20T10:10:07.093-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 60<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Tudo</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkz0PJ9gMNgRFveQ6p5FicNSF-8UA9WWMBr-DC773bN8yLC_-y0brE-fkX5KhZSoIiHYgdcq0sZLprrd6WDQYuoDuEnEKrHCMqbg78sN6znPybI0cjnacUn7ZAwAGmY6NGPmh-z-Gs-o/s1600-h/Mariana+Paris+1+045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkz0PJ9gMNgRFveQ6p5FicNSF-8UA9WWMBr-DC773bN8yLC_-y0brE-fkX5KhZSoIiHYgdcq0sZLprrd6WDQYuoDuEnEKrHCMqbg78sN6znPybI0cjnacUn7ZAwAGmY6NGPmh-z-Gs-o/s400/Mariana+Paris+1+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281935883108806530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">O que há de vasto em teu olhar</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">É que o que me basta<br /><br />...<br /></span>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-26922075483048138652008-12-19T18:10:00.000-08:002008-12-19T18:47:25.907-08:00IRIDESCÊNCIAS 5<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cwgasino%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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<br /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;">Smoke on the water</span>
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">O jovem multimilionário Alberto Royal, seguindo seu caminho de peregrinação em busca da parte de sua alma que misteriosamente sumira, chegou, certo dia, à cidade de Nova Lanufla. Tinha ouvido falar do famoso guru Salib Babaji-Uhh e seus poderes de transubstanciação, obnubilação e comiseração iluminista.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Alberto Royal esperou, fleumático, que a longa fila de pobres diabos à sua frente se esgotasse. Não havia comido nada nos últimos dois dias porque o caviar que trouxera na mala não lhe parecia estar na temperatura adequada. Mas agüentava firme.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Depois de três dias, entrou no “asram” do guru e prostrou-se:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Oh, mestre, tenho em minhas ricas contas bancárias bilhões de rúfios, mas um pedaço da minha alma se foi. O que faço?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Meu filho. O guru tudo vê. Há um caminho para a sua salvação. Mas não é fácil. Você está disposto? – perguntou o ancião coçando a barba com a ponta do rolex.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Sim, mestre.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Você precisa se livrar do peso terível que o oprime. De todo esse dinheiro amaldiçoado. Dessa energia negativa.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- O que faço? - perguntou, Alberto Royal, com lágrimas brilhantes correndo por seus olhos cor de ouro
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Doe aos necessitados. A Fundação Anopheles Babaji-Uh-Hu cuidará do problema para você. Basta assinar este documento transferindo todos seus bens para nós.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">- E então?
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">- Sua alma estará plena novamente, meu filho.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Continua na série de posts “IRIDESCÊNCIAS”)</span></p> Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-55480742331345246332008-12-16T17:32:00.000-08:002008-12-16T17:42:07.623-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 59<span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Hereafter</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBf6Kh-RpRyvSoi4OvB-gOBqwe3fPUdPFEmOAksm4ROCV8_i0LoegOqPY5jl2_Em0kP89WJcWdCugdLlZzHrl4g7PGx6xl-68ZXj-ZNDlxOJmowjsBiPbTgz6oOh-TN_L-eaQWzikhus/s1600-h/Paris+5+179.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBf6Kh-RpRyvSoi4OvB-gOBqwe3fPUdPFEmOAksm4ROCV8_i0LoegOqPY5jl2_Em0kP89WJcWdCugdLlZzHrl4g7PGx6xl-68ZXj-ZNDlxOJmowjsBiPbTgz6oOh-TN_L-eaQWzikhus/s400/Paris+5+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568137683587634" border="0" /></a><br />"Biography lends to death a new terror"<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">(Oscar Wilde)</span></span>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-40298744684914013482008-12-15T10:35:00.000-08:002008-12-15T10:39:32.761-08:00IMPERMANÊNCIAS 59<span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Sufi</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">(Rumi)</span></span><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi051Fg5zsiWJGJNt_khaZd5CaaJVVErS8jq9uNYKbnu3YtMgQguf1w2CtanV9agRTR2u5Nq3_LXpznW33xnccx6oh-OLA_Z1CVboIycbl6a6Osfo-qcHfgbQvEzrRXt2iDCx_NK5ydsrI/s1600-h/Paris+6+101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi051Fg5zsiWJGJNt_khaZd5CaaJVVErS8jq9uNYKbnu3YtMgQguf1w2CtanV9agRTR2u5Nq3_LXpznW33xnccx6oh-OLA_Z1CVboIycbl6a6Osfo-qcHfgbQvEzrRXt2iDCx_NK5ydsrI/s400/Paris+6+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280087790706773010" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vem,<br /> Te direi em segredo<br /> Aonde leva esta dança.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vê como as partículas do ar<br /> E os grãos de areia do deserto<br /> Giram desnorteados.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cada átomo<br /> Feliz ou miserável,<br /> Gira apaixonado<br /> Em torno do sol.</span></p>..................................<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">À noite, pedi a um velho sábio<br /> que me contasse todos os segredos do universo.<br /> Ele murmurou lentamente em meu ouvido:<br /> - Isto não se pode dizer, isto se aprende.</span><br /><br />...Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-78873551709256714822008-12-13T12:50:00.000-08:002008-12-13T13:12:37.586-08:00IMPERTINÊNCIAS 58<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Teu Segredo </span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">(Clarice Lispector)</span></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></p></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279385110915771538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOT9mTDozPEVj4zg00lH5g6nJWHfZVNhip1W4MJzTeufhRRjYk0PDKl8s-xrk7kUhF50f6TuYSzcqoIvJZxPpDO63Si6aOJDGTk1O2jXWrdKygTV1tggX9CvGc9G67rEYtf1aMsOS8q6s/s400/Paris+2+209.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><p><br />Flores envenenadas na jarra. Roxas azuis, encarnadas, atapetam o ar. Que riqueza de hospital. Nunca vi mais belas e mais perigosas. É assim então o teu segredo. Teu segredo é tão parecido contigo que nada me revela além do que já sei. E sei tão pouco como se o teu enigma fosse eu. Assim como tu és o meu.</span></p>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384333757294182231.post-43540918674418341172008-12-12T09:59:00.000-08:002008-12-13T15:25:43.453-08:00IRIDESCÊNCIAS 4<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:180%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">See me, feel me...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuicZtY4no5sRLqZ87nkcHZIHyJVKK1RD6tal160YAxK0RBMtitTxMXVyPLl1vC2dfamENu_potH_0DMV6_89PykPdm4zV3ixkI2TBJBEk8ZWHMmH1HHgsgGRbjP-BeA6gKGwTCnb8mE/s1600-h/Paris+5+179.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278965625216028690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuicZtY4no5sRLqZ87nkcHZIHyJVKK1RD6tal160YAxK0RBMtitTxMXVyPLl1vC2dfamENu_potH_0DMV6_89PykPdm4zV3ixkI2TBJBEk8ZWHMmH1HHgsgGRbjP-BeA6gKGwTCnb8mE/s400/Paris+5+179.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">(Continuação da série de posts “IRIDESCÊNCIAS”)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana">Depois de muito andar em sua peregrinação, Billy-Bobby, o Homem Invisível, chegou à Tubesville, a cidade com o maior número de televisores e revistas de fofoca em todo o mundo. Na entrada da cidade, viu um out-door anunciando os serviços do mega-consultor de imagem e marketing-espetacular-pessoal Carter Stonewater.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana">- Eu posso fazer você aparecer!! – dizia o cartaz. E Billy-Bobby achou que finalmente alguém poderia ajudá-lo a se curar da invisibilidade.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana">O personal image trainer recebeu Billy-Bobby em seu escritório:</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana">- Sim. Nós podemos. Nós podemos melhorar a sua imagem, fazê-la ganhar musculatura, personalidade e sex-appeal. Temos frascos de frases feitas, caixas de estilos impactantes, pílulas de poses enigmáticas e pacotes e mais pacotes de expressões faciais inesquecíveis.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana">Billy-Bobby encheu-se de esperanças. Passou a contar ao especialista sobre todas as suas desaparecências e insignificâncias. Lembrou dos esforços para se tornar visível, colocando piercings, fazendo tatuagens, pintando o cabelo de fúcsia-escuro, comprando roupas da moda, arranjando um bronzeado incontestável, óculos escuros de griffe, operação plástica no nariz, hálito puro e o carro mais potente do mercado.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana">- Tudo isso vai mudar – profetizou Carter Stonewater.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana">- Mudar – repetiu Billy-Bobby batendo palmas – mudar...</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">(Continua na série de posts “IRIDESCÊNCIAS”)</span></p>Wilson Gasinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18307183149147355368noreply@blogger.com0