<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 12:31:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Ademir Antônio Bacca</title><description></description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>717</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-6594673386837536850</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T18:12:57.633-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjNAbn6QhI/AAAAAAAAErA/LpniFS7JIsA/s1600-h/olbinski_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334739165919199762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjNAbn6QhI/AAAAAAAAErA/LpniFS7JIsA/s400/olbinski_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: Olbinski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-6594673386837536850?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-olbinski.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjNAbn6QhI/AAAAAAAAErA/LpniFS7JIsA/s72-c/olbinski_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-1728485428606366808</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:49:57.348-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encantamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;teu corpo inerte&lt;br /&gt;que o claro de lua&lt;br /&gt;revela&lt;br /&gt;na noite insone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenhum galo cantor&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma música vindo de longe&lt;br /&gt;a quebrar o encanto dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;e o movimento&lt;br /&gt;dos meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;desenhando o mapa&lt;br /&gt;do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;do livro: “Grito por dentro das palavras”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-1728485428606366808?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/encantamento-contemplo-em-silencio-teu_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-4280743621849750300</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:49:14.911-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjG-cCSSKI/AAAAAAAAEq4/VubzLkPvyA8/s1600-h/manoel+bandeira+by+fraga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334732534600321186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjG-cCSSKI/AAAAAAAAEq4/VubzLkPvyA8/s400/manoel+bandeira+by+fraga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjG2y4W5AI/AAAAAAAAEqw/vFHE39I0jdE/s1600-h/manuel+bandeira_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Arte: Fraga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Não faço poesia&lt;br /&gt;quando quero&lt;br /&gt;e sim quando ela,&lt;br /&gt;poesia, quer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANUEL BANDEIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(19/04/1886 – 13/10/1968)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-4280743621849750300?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-fraga-nao-faco-poesia-quando-quero.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjG-cCSSKI/AAAAAAAAEq4/VubzLkPvyA8/s72-c/manoel+bandeira+by+fraga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-1089751789757907677</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:43:00.990-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjF3AJWnzI/AAAAAAAAEqo/0nV38wMPp6U/s1600-h/abstrato+0255+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334731307343060786" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjDn0PTb_I/AAAAAAAAEqg/f_2hNZY8ajo/s400/groucho+marx+by+carlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Arte: Carlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Eu acho a televisão muito educativa.&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que alguém a liga,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou para a outra sala&lt;br /&gt;e leio um livro.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groucho Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(02/10/1890 – 19/08/1977)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-1864942366453118121?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-carlin-eu-acho-televisao-muito.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SgjDn0PTb_I/AAAAAAAAEqg/f_2hNZY8ajo/s72-c/groucho+marx+by+carlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-7125169992142775816</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:23:38.331-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;resoluções de ano novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colorir o poema&lt;br /&gt;com a tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;entrar no túnel do tempo&lt;br /&gt;em busca do que ficou&lt;br /&gt;para trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rever o cálculo do sonho&lt;br /&gt;e navegar nas águas&lt;br /&gt;de todas as paixões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ter a pressa do relógio&lt;br /&gt;que bate descompassado&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;toda vez que te vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buscar atalhos&lt;br /&gt;entre o arame e o trapézio&lt;br /&gt;e equilibrar a emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapear a nudez do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;para gravar na memória&lt;br /&gt;as raízes de tanto querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insistir na busca das palavras&lt;br /&gt;com a certeza de saber&lt;br /&gt;que cabem todos os poemas&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;do livro: “Grito por dentro das palavras”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-7125169992142775816?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/resolucoes-de-ano-novo-colorir-o-poema.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-4849160841012446546</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:17:35.464-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/Sgi__vPIEnI/AAAAAAAAEqY/nQLpWQuMZyE/s1600-h/Angel-Boligan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334724860352926322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/Sgi__vPIEnI/AAAAAAAAEqY/nQLpWQuMZyE/s400/Angel-Boligan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: Angel Boligán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-4849160841012446546?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-angel-boligan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/Sgi__vPIEnI/AAAAAAAAEqY/nQLpWQuMZyE/s72-c/Angel-Boligan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-4749365281591006902</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:14:52.039-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balada para Théo (II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quebre a cara&lt;br /&gt;quebre a regra&lt;br /&gt;canse o corpo&lt;br /&gt;dome o tempo&lt;br /&gt;dobre a noite&lt;br /&gt;rompa as madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;mas não deixe quebrar&lt;br /&gt;nunca&lt;br /&gt;a casca que protege&lt;br /&gt;os teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;de menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;do livro: “Grito por dentro das palavras”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-4749365281591006902?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/balada-para-theo-ii-quebre-cara-quebre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-4400851590220487592</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:09:24.802-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/Sgi9tyqsvcI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/LbvIWpx5hWA/s1600-h/jose+saramago+by+fraga+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334722353012981186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/Sgi9tyqsvcI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/LbvIWpx5hWA/s400/jose+saramago+by+fraga+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Arte: Fraga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;AS PALAVRAS SÃO NOVAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© JOSÉ SARAMAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras são novas: nascem quando&lt;br /&gt;No ar as projetamos em cristais&lt;br /&gt;De macias ou duras ressonâncias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos iguais aos deuses, inventando&lt;br /&gt;Na solidão do mundo estes sinais&lt;br /&gt;Como pontes que arcam as distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-4400851590220487592?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-fraga-as-palavras-sao-novas-jose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/Sgi9tyqsvcI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/LbvIWpx5hWA/s72-c/jose+saramago+by+fraga+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-8560418533819978400</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:05:10.703-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;que se equilibra&lt;br /&gt;em precárias luzes&lt;br /&gt;rumino em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;uma dor que nem sei&lt;br /&gt;ao certo aonde dói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(se na manchete dos jornais&lt;br /&gt;ou na indiferença do teu beijo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrossel desgovernado&lt;br /&gt;girando dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;sem me levar a lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;remôo calado&lt;br /&gt;desassossegos que me inquietam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não sei se pelo galo que não canta&lt;br /&gt;ou se pela palavra que não vem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;do livro: “Grito por dentro das palavras”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-8560418533819978400?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2009/05/na-madrugada-que-se-equilibra-em.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-7887346403709374143</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T19:19:51.184-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxkGG1NyVI/AAAAAAAAEkk/9djFPonzkb4/s1600-h/natal200301.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706519074556242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxkGG1NyVI/AAAAAAAAEkk/9djFPonzkb4/s400/natal200301.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ NATAL E PRÓSPERO ANO NOVO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-7887346403709374143?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-natal-e-prspero-ano-novo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxkGG1NyVI/AAAAAAAAEkk/9djFPonzkb4/s72-c/natal200301.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-6234007712039066760</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:44:43.540-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxb0IRrdKI/AAAAAAAAEkc/jHw-i285wBU/s1600-h/alexander+kharlamov_reinventing+cello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281697414131709090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxb0IRrdKI/AAAAAAAAEkc/jHw-i285wBU/s400/alexander+kharlamov_reinventing+cello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: "Reinventing cello" © Alexander Kharlamov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-6234007712039066760?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/arte-reinventing-cello-alexander.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxb0IRrdKI/AAAAAAAAEkc/jHw-i285wBU/s72-c/alexander+kharlamov_reinventing+cello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-7017322987634115286</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:40:33.550-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posologia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da vida tenho provado&lt;br /&gt;doses ousadas de paixões,&lt;br /&gt;daquelas que marcam fundo,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que efêmeras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daquelas que abrem caminhos&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando não levam&lt;br /&gt;a lugar algum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho provado da vida&lt;br /&gt;doses amargas de solidão,&lt;br /&gt;daquelas que fazem da paixão&lt;br /&gt;relógio de ponteiros cansados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da vida tenho provado&lt;br /&gt;doses de sentimentos confusos&lt;br /&gt;que as noites me servem&lt;br /&gt;em goles desesperados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daqueles que viram tudo&lt;br /&gt;de pernas pro ar&lt;br /&gt;e depois se vão&lt;br /&gt;no lamento do vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho provado da vida&lt;br /&gt;doses ousadas de paixão&lt;br /&gt;mas do sonho,&lt;br /&gt;eu sempre bebo a dose exata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;do livro “O Relógio de Alice”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-7017322987634115286?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/posologia-da-vida-tenho-provado-doses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-178698785190196101</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:35:07.103-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxZpmAIGoI/AAAAAAAAEkU/D-XwYAWADsI/s1600-h/ferreira+gullar+by+fernandes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281695034109336194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxZpmAIGoI/AAAAAAAAEkU/D-XwYAWADsI/s400/ferreira+gullar+by+fernandes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: Fernandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A história humana não se desenrola apenas nos campos de batalhas e nos gabinetes presidenciais. Ela se desenrola também nos quintais, entre plantas e galinhas, nas ruas de subúrbios, nas casas de jogos, nos prostíbulos, nos colégios, nas usinas, nos namoros de esquinas. Disso eu quis fazer a minha poesia. Dessa matéria humilde e humilhada, dessa vida obscura e injustiçada, porque o canto não pode ser uma traição à vida, e só é justo cantar se o nosso canto arrasta consigo as pessoas e as coisas que não tem voz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERREIRA GULLAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-178698785190196101?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/arte-fernandes-histria-humana-no-se.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxZpmAIGoI/AAAAAAAAEkU/D-XwYAWADsI/s72-c/ferreira+gullar+by+fernandes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-9014158748547455164</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:32:54.872-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das contas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei&lt;br /&gt;da vida&lt;br /&gt;que me foge&lt;br /&gt;aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;todas as noites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre acordo&lt;br /&gt;com a sensação&lt;br /&gt;de que está me faltando&lt;br /&gt;um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;do livro “O Relógio de Alice”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-9014158748547455164?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/das-contas-sei-da-vida-que-me-foge-aos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-3310550608744564899</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:32:02.619-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxYyvFAtjI/AAAAAAAAEkM/LQw0UJSqLYg/s1600-h/eduardo+galeano+by+juan+manuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281694091652937266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxYyvFAtjI/AAAAAAAAEkM/LQw0UJSqLYg/s400/eduardo+galeano+by+juan+manuel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: Juan Manuel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A utopia está lá no horizonte. Me aproximo dois passos, ela se afasta dois passos. Caminho dez passos e o horizonte corre dez passos. Por mais que eu caminhe, jamais alcançarei. Para que serve a utopia? Serve para isso: para que eu não deixe de caminhar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo Galeano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-3310550608744564899?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/arte-juan-manuel-utopia-est-l-no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxYyvFAtjI/AAAAAAAAEkM/LQw0UJSqLYg/s72-c/eduardo+galeano+by+juan+manuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-686819453717027736</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:26:39.957-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;barco&lt;br /&gt;que recolhe velas&lt;br /&gt;no meio do temporal&lt;br /&gt;tem dias&lt;br /&gt;que sou pura interrogação&lt;br /&gt;na entrada do cais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-686819453717027736?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/barco-que-recolhe-velas-no-meio-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-1269890749318767111</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:25:17.029-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxXWzw0RSI/AAAAAAAAEkE/oBYNBl-buuc/s1600-h/circense+5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281692512362448162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxXWzw0RSI/AAAAAAAAEkE/oBYNBl-buuc/s400/circense+5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: "Circense 5" © adebach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-1269890749318767111?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/arte-circense-5-adebach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxXWzw0RSI/AAAAAAAAEkE/oBYNBl-buuc/s72-c/circense+5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-6807804949177810067</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:23:02.987-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxWve1_c-I/AAAAAAAAEj8/NBCzM6N24nU/s1600-h/carlos+drummond+de+andrade+by+baptist%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281691836732109794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxWve1_c-I/AAAAAAAAEj8/NBCzM6N24nU/s400/carlos+drummond+de+andrade+by+baptist%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: Baptistão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRAGILIDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este verso, apenas um arabesco&lt;br /&gt;em torno do elemento essencial - inatingível.&lt;br /&gt;Fogem nuvens de verão, passam ares, navios, ondas,&lt;br /&gt;e teu rosto é quase um espelho onde brinca o incerto movimento,&lt;br /&gt;ai! já brincou, e tudo se fez imóvel, quantidades e quantidades&lt;br /&gt;de sono se depositam sobre a terra esfacelada.&lt;br /&gt;Não mais o desejo de explicar, e múltiplas palavras em feixe&lt;br /&gt;subindo, e o espírito que escolhe, o olho que visita, a música&lt;br /&gt;feita de depurações e depurações, a delicada modelagem&lt;br /&gt;de um cristal de mil suspiros límpidos e frígidos: não mais&lt;br /&gt;que um arabesco, apenas um arabesco&lt;br /&gt;abraça as coisas, sem reduzi-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARLOS DRUMMOND DE ANDRADE&lt;br /&gt;in “A rosa do Povo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-6807804949177810067?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/arte-baptisto-fragilidade-este-verso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxWve1_c-I/AAAAAAAAEj8/NBCzM6N24nU/s72-c/carlos+drummond+de+andrade+by+baptist%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-5842716834710190461</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:16:43.940-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fim de noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;último&lt;br /&gt;táxi&lt;br /&gt;da&lt;br /&gt;madrugada&lt;br /&gt;não&lt;br /&gt;tinha&lt;br /&gt;carona&lt;br /&gt;pra&lt;br /&gt;minha&lt;br /&gt;solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;do livro “O Relógio de Alice”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-5842716834710190461?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/fim-de-noite-no-ltimo-txi-da-madrugada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-6714573514716301942</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:14:05.128-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxUo-KFqPI/AAAAAAAAEjs/qWEVKS-NKns/s1600-h/brigite+bardot+by+kruger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281689525855561970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxUo-KFqPI/AAAAAAAAEjs/qWEVKS-NKns/s400/brigite+bardot+by+kruger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: Krüger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“É melhor se dar&lt;br /&gt;por algum tempo&lt;br /&gt;do que se emprestar&lt;br /&gt;para sempre.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIGITE BARDOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-6714573514716301942?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/arte-krger-melhor-se-dar-por-algum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SUxUo-KFqPI/AAAAAAAAEjs/qWEVKS-NKns/s72-c/brigite+bardot+by+kruger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-8442292961871864794</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T18:11:03.323-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A casa das palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de palavras&lt;br /&gt;a casa que teimosamente&lt;br /&gt;construo ao longo destes anos&lt;br /&gt;que se arrastam sob meus pés&lt;br /&gt;cansados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há nela cômodos de palavras inúteis,&lt;br /&gt;algumas que insisti em dizer tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;e nunca me levaram a nada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há na minha casa cômodos de palavras&lt;br /&gt;que evitei nestes anos todos&lt;br /&gt;porque sequer me consolaram&lt;br /&gt;quando os dias se vestiram de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de palavras&lt;br /&gt;a casa que construo pacientemente&lt;br /&gt;enquanto os anos se lançam&lt;br /&gt;estrada afora&lt;br /&gt;e se fazem saudade que dói&lt;br /&gt;feito a palavra nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há nela um cômodo especial&lt;br /&gt;onde guardo as palavras mais belas:&lt;br /&gt;as primeiras do meu filho,&lt;br /&gt;algumas que ficaram dos amigos&lt;br /&gt;a quem a estrada se fez caminho de ida&lt;br /&gt;por primeiro,&lt;br /&gt;as últimas do meu pai&lt;br /&gt;e algumas juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;que ainda aquecem as minhas noites&lt;br /&gt;de poucas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Ademir Antonio Bacca&lt;br /&gt;do livro “O Relógio de Alice”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-8442292961871864794?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/casa-das-palavras-de-palavras-casa-que.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-802636840432671398</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-02T17:56:20.260-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/STXmzJ3NtrI/AAAAAAAAEEU/5fPl5xo61CE/s1600-h/ade+e+nanda_oab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376305029625522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/STXmzJ3NtrI/AAAAAAAAEEU/5fPl5xo61CE/s400/ade+e+nanda_oab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; Troféu Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na noite da última sexta-feira, dia 28 de novembro, fui agraciado com o Troféu Fernando Pessoa, entregue pelo Instituto Cultural Português de Porto Alegre a pessoas que se destacaram por sua atuação na divulgação da presença e da cultura portuguesa no estado do Rio Grande do Sul.&lt;br /&gt;A solenidade, realizada no auditório da Ordem dos Advogados, também serviu para homenagear a passagem dos 120 anos de nascimento do poeta Fernando Pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Também foram agraciados com o troféu o deputado José Soares Sperotto, a vereadora Margarete Moraes, o vereador Ervino Besson, ambos do legislativo porto-alegrense, o prefeito de Bento Gonçalves Alcindo Gabrielli, o ator Jairo Klein, a senhora Cecília de Araújo Costa, da cidade de Taquari, o Restaurante Calamares e a Adega Dal Pizzol Vinhos Finos.&lt;br /&gt;Jairo Klein, que está em cartaz nos palcos da capital com o espetáculo “Outros Eus”, fez o agradecimento em nome dos homenageados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-802636840432671398?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/12/trofu-fernando-pessoa-na-noite-da-ltima.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/STXmzJ3NtrI/AAAAAAAAEEU/5fPl5xo61CE/s72-c/ade+e+nanda_oab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-326307994845699729</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-02T17:57:39.043-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SS4Z0WkWQsI/AAAAAAAAEDM/o2N3XwKmdGk/s1600-h/ADE+novo-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273180600899355330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SS4Z0WkWQsI/AAAAAAAAEDM/o2N3XwKmdGk/s400/ADE+novo-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DOAÇÃO DA MINHA COLEÇÃO DO PASQUIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre tive em mim, desde a infância, a vontade de ser jornalista. Era mais que uma vontade, como se fosse uma missão. E essa vontade aumentou vertiginosamente quando tive em mãos pela primeira vez um exemplar d’O PASQUIM. E desde então minha vida nunca mais foi a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1973, em parceria com Vilmar Ribeiro e Oscar Biasin, fundamos o Jornal LACONICUS, que dirigi por 24 anos. E depois criei o GARATUJA, que de vez em quando ainda ressuscito em alguma edição especial. Mas O PASQUIM , de quem o LACONICUS era uma cópia agauchada, sempre foi a minha referência. E anos após ano fui colecionando-o, exemplar por exemplar. Tive o prazer de conhecer e até conviver com Henfil, Jaguar e Ziraldo, alguns dos seus fundadores e até os trouxe a Bento Gonçalves certa vez.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, o problema de toda coleção é o espaço que ela ocupa e também o egoísmo da parte do colecionador, que acaba não permitindo que outras pessoas tenham acesso a ela, o que no caso d’O PASQUIM é um crime, tamanha a sua importância dentro da história da imprensa brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;Foi pensando assim, e também por absoluta falta de espaço mas com uma dor danada no peito que, na semana que passou, dia 21 de novembro, decidi fazer a doação de quase todos os exemplares (menos dois) d’O PASQUIM para o acervo da Biblioteca Pública Castro Alves, aqui na minha cidade, Bento Gonçalves. Não poderia ter parado em melhores mãos. No registro fotográfico acima, o momento em que eu me despedia da minha coleção e passava para a diretora da Biblioteca Castro Alves, Eunice Pigozzo, o meu tesouro literário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-326307994845699729?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/11/doao-da-minha-coleo-do-pasquim-sempre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SS4Z0WkWQsI/AAAAAAAAEDM/o2N3XwKmdGk/s72-c/ADE+novo-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387000.post-9150957126580034927</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-25T19:15:01.907-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SQPSf4Ep-uI/AAAAAAAAEBg/sN4usqUcPMk/s1600-h/juan+alberto_nu+sur+un+paysage+jaune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261280234768562914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SQPSf4Ep-uI/AAAAAAAAEBg/sN4usqUcPMk/s400/juan+alberto_nu+sur+un+paysage+jaune.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arte: "Nu sur un paysage jaune" © Juan Alberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387000-9150957126580034927?l=ademirbacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ademirbacca.blogspot.com/2008/10/arte-nu-sur-un-paysage-jaune-juan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ademir Antônio Bacca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0b1Hev2FOVk/SQPSf4Ep-uI/AAAAAAAAEBg/sN4usqUcPMk/s72-c/juan+alberto_nu+sur+un+paysage+jaune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item></channel></rss>