tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322523172024-10-03T09:02:06.970-03:00MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-15421183798431881672016-09-28T20:29:00.000-03:002016-09-28T20:29:06.142-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmWskoYwkzF0H2aZK7xBmKC4TOWlS1Hno22xDZE2Q_8pTkJBcRYc5TlGQ_ZS-aNCY0_oyiyzyfk3wZZfoJZU_p6YqeZtaA98h7r5GshQGCok2YG9kZStqYRW8h086E9fgzPx8Lw/s1600/guaratuba01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmWskoYwkzF0H2aZK7xBmKC4TOWlS1Hno22xDZE2Q_8pTkJBcRYc5TlGQ_ZS-aNCY0_oyiyzyfk3wZZfoJZU_p6YqeZtaA98h7r5GshQGCok2YG9kZStqYRW8h086E9fgzPx8Lw/s1600/guaratuba01.jpg" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Guaratuba - PR - 2005</b></span></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-33139545471894224372016-09-28T20:03:00.006-03:002016-09-28T20:27:39.698-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6xBwzpQCExH90fMQM-f3rHdCE5hO-OyVWxoaQohmYiWOJ72U4QohUIy_pgWME_zSYpFb5M1ZTVa7ZiW4oulsgp96JnmaUbs_LYdzSQ9KctZchaiE00NFORSO7NqaLOWpRMBeoA/s1600/parque_barigui_2006_01.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6xBwzpQCExH90fMQM-f3rHdCE5hO-OyVWxoaQohmYiWOJ72U4QohUIy_pgWME_zSYpFb5M1ZTVa7ZiW4oulsgp96JnmaUbs_LYdzSQ9KctZchaiE00NFORSO7NqaLOWpRMBeoA/s400/parque_barigui_2006_01.gif" width="400" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Parque Barigui - Curitiba - 2006</b></span></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-69451557006012840042016-09-28T20:03:00.005-03:002016-09-28T20:20:49.676-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8fQpSppZP6O9zYTlu-39WiaSTq1-0-H0Di289vxYtQZ_tBGSaeaRfGXLuE1JMfvEgDJ6yRmbRwYrpgb2Nc333N9ZIc676E7rZnCigckFiKXJ7wi3vqIq_75dvXgqHGELI4TmoQ/s1600/foto+L5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8fQpSppZP6O9zYTlu-39WiaSTq1-0-H0Di289vxYtQZ_tBGSaeaRfGXLuE1JMfvEgDJ6yRmbRwYrpgb2Nc333N9ZIc676E7rZnCigckFiKXJ7wi3vqIq_75dvXgqHGELI4TmoQ/s320/foto+L5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Guaratuba - PR - 2013</span></b></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-79090970411094716862015-10-27T04:02:00.004-02:002021-06-23T21:14:42.804-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLZ0wpiytCUwKvHTV1EBgkMvgryA0qHgEvr8ANyHtZkm5RilRFHllcPsxQ1HgAH5Tj38D-oC4lW30JUeywFE-ucPG9JIwqh09NedsCxyKlHhGVMcf1Mljeer0lu1e1v62TiflKg/s1600/parque+bacacheri+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLZ0wpiytCUwKvHTV1EBgkMvgryA0qHgEvr8ANyHtZkm5RilRFHllcPsxQ1HgAH5Tj38D-oC4lW30JUeywFE-ucPG9JIwqh09NedsCxyKlHhGVMcf1Mljeer0lu1e1v62TiflKg/s320/parque+bacacheri+01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-50614521048604275632015-10-27T04:01:00.004-02:002015-10-27T04:01:49.598-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JNWWP2UiTkOlVT0AO_Ie3y9kX8OFtUD07PdAstRyhgbP3hn6hIJGvomx4z0sjlu92kNRooxMXTeS7JsYy6qv0Oq7Y9y4j5lwBjd3WkcgSX5210L_C8CFt9zgG9ZLH8KNPdcLVg/s1600/casa02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JNWWP2UiTkOlVT0AO_Ie3y9kX8OFtUD07PdAstRyhgbP3hn6hIJGvomx4z0sjlu92kNRooxMXTeS7JsYy6qv0Oq7Y9y4j5lwBjd3WkcgSX5210L_C8CFt9zgG9ZLH8KNPdcLVg/s320/casa02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-2166007319867449452015-10-27T04:00:00.001-02:002015-10-27T04:00:17.266-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi036-DGZcvB-xrc80546e-2U47fLrTz5vR9SGw4m8mFwjNfG9tY9EWsyFFTO4uFnt7JfglJ7T15tfpKnwc0IXFJqs-QyfMGfZBBnK3dEF4QiR03hJd7eLSXU8eTezpqJreLS4gPw/s1600/casa03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi036-DGZcvB-xrc80546e-2U47fLrTz5vR9SGw4m8mFwjNfG9tY9EWsyFFTO4uFnt7JfglJ7T15tfpKnwc0IXFJqs-QyfMGfZBBnK3dEF4QiR03hJd7eLSXU8eTezpqJreLS4gPw/s320/casa03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-64504498495918376592015-10-27T03:59:00.002-02:002015-10-27T03:59:27.328-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzy3kgSTtHe2fc98M0eNoq5-1OrE7g4e-NF0BcLRZZZF1ywWUrGDlqbta1REeP6NbufDx2c9QJtekyMZAwD0CUoSQ0W8a3KtmarJLzXBSRipM-SNeo6AC-_yVsjwXmbMi3mUFI9A/s1600/casa01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzy3kgSTtHe2fc98M0eNoq5-1OrE7g4e-NF0BcLRZZZF1ywWUrGDlqbta1REeP6NbufDx2c9QJtekyMZAwD0CUoSQ0W8a3KtmarJLzXBSRipM-SNeo6AC-_yVsjwXmbMi3mUFI9A/s320/casa01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-90018816982709056652015-10-27T03:45:00.001-02:002015-10-27T03:45:29.460-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzokfUlFkEsGoObRk0pOWGeqc0Ikh2Zmc9KKHViwb3ZBidySOJXPvYXpKAquPL8pSvv0JRYzHBrKvD6sEgW2doH6br9sHRjGE9iz0mGvO2tTWXJ28tlinp-BZk0nYz6C0zWvsZaA/s1600/2015-08-07+10.25.11-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzokfUlFkEsGoObRk0pOWGeqc0Ikh2Zmc9KKHViwb3ZBidySOJXPvYXpKAquPL8pSvv0JRYzHBrKvD6sEgW2doH6br9sHRjGE9iz0mGvO2tTWXJ28tlinp-BZk0nYz6C0zWvsZaA/s320/2015-08-07+10.25.11-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-72976993850518084102015-10-27T03:42:00.001-02:002015-10-27T03:42:39.205-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xuu6yaj1ahyBFt7Ioiz9mKxOogTkZKxhUa9y0o8-1mBAsl3iT6cI7sDaied3GwZX1-OlwPoY8a29Qb0jEAbMECfWlCRP_3Y-KlzqAibtB2fefUR7vHJVEOy_Tl0RueWm6rLdow/s1600/2015-08-07+14.52.06-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xuu6yaj1ahyBFt7Ioiz9mKxOogTkZKxhUa9y0o8-1mBAsl3iT6cI7sDaied3GwZX1-OlwPoY8a29Qb0jEAbMECfWlCRP_3Y-KlzqAibtB2fefUR7vHJVEOy_Tl0RueWm6rLdow/s320/2015-08-07+14.52.06-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-39014668996591703382015-10-27T03:41:00.003-02:002015-10-27T03:41:25.901-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFH1DEf4VoMGrNPcYa0FRh0QWMaX0dh4JDMjzgupYBssKtgFLYW9zjEx_aFBtGbAJd7Gs5HYWij6bplm9qvY7TKY3b_R7X-uWnJCrf52PNFkU-LDo7dWHPyIyibsLMGxgJMt-4w/s1600/2015-09-11+17.34.28-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXFH1DEf4VoMGrNPcYa0FRh0QWMaX0dh4JDMjzgupYBssKtgFLYW9zjEx_aFBtGbAJd7Gs5HYWij6bplm9qvY7TKY3b_R7X-uWnJCrf52PNFkU-LDo7dWHPyIyibsLMGxgJMt-4w/s320/2015-09-11+17.34.28-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-14033410911192321642015-10-27T03:40:00.003-02:002015-10-27T03:40:55.574-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjjbJhFsWH3oe_8RrMUVdpCTwbZJQwQzb0EHiyu5LJ441sNFLcKhtHDAmAr10VJ0N0OVgsH-ejhN6YTDAj0Ghxb0QvCEefW4vFzuO8lI2aN1pUsEg-HZLV97rwE4iXnISRmtlPQ/s1600/2015-09-22+16.43.36-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjjbJhFsWH3oe_8RrMUVdpCTwbZJQwQzb0EHiyu5LJ441sNFLcKhtHDAmAr10VJ0N0OVgsH-ejhN6YTDAj0Ghxb0QvCEefW4vFzuO8lI2aN1pUsEg-HZLV97rwE4iXnISRmtlPQ/s320/2015-09-22+16.43.36-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-7243382160469284152015-10-27T03:35:00.001-02:002015-10-27T03:35:12.635-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWLWCICjr1wDciJtwXqsBOqfZY3KSM7dEH3Hp3tE6xb6-APvdVohkJUAOo6gEkB7HDoQPAsNkHdj1CZcq7OsktknIO1SNZBIqF7vx6DhQO7nZs9l8mHRQryCeK826t33Tfo1ugYg/s1600/2015-10-13+15.45.01-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWLWCICjr1wDciJtwXqsBOqfZY3KSM7dEH3Hp3tE6xb6-APvdVohkJUAOo6gEkB7HDoQPAsNkHdj1CZcq7OsktknIO1SNZBIqF7vx6DhQO7nZs9l8mHRQryCeK826t33Tfo1ugYg/s320/2015-10-13+15.45.01-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-29273889657569376122015-10-27T03:32:00.006-02:002015-10-27T03:32:55.152-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBd9u13vuMTQ86gFmEQ5Pl5xw-iw8OUmpfw9oddB-3TXdUHVu_mIEDL-6Qjo-7tckXZUwn1sq5wE7HGztDE-7_x9zY1ZLlyl-tIkVyER4TGgry5UB8TLO-4DPtvCgFhl_L1xYiw/s1600/2015-10-24+10.30.37-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBd9u13vuMTQ86gFmEQ5Pl5xw-iw8OUmpfw9oddB-3TXdUHVu_mIEDL-6Qjo-7tckXZUwn1sq5wE7HGztDE-7_x9zY1ZLlyl-tIkVyER4TGgry5UB8TLO-4DPtvCgFhl_L1xYiw/s320/2015-10-24+10.30.37-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-36776616654675887292015-10-27T03:32:00.003-02:002015-10-27T03:32:32.375-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiG6e1V8WNq2Riap1muWGuHu0m9gKcRBr3Qi8AlXdZNiBrrnph_EP-6LemoSd3onvdIm3o_H2tNoH9b_hx4hlGywUVrzEZBlnONDisegNmMd6uwPnVhZHv0gILWy_GGNYzQEVFvA/s1600/2015-10-24+10.27.17-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiG6e1V8WNq2Riap1muWGuHu0m9gKcRBr3Qi8AlXdZNiBrrnph_EP-6LemoSd3onvdIm3o_H2tNoH9b_hx4hlGywUVrzEZBlnONDisegNmMd6uwPnVhZHv0gILWy_GGNYzQEVFvA/s320/2015-10-24+10.27.17-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-81134263337025261012015-10-27T03:30:00.003-02:002015-10-27T03:31:59.561-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRN9y_O4b1zue_bgfTs8rcfilnqqaA6hZDH8IgKwVzsdJ1kB7-9WGTOsKMfANARipr-iJN8g0rbmzdhZweekR5GLDVDct5f5yvnxJ_b7nyNKwq0LXwozuzBi50GNYpVXf936yYJw/s1600/2015-10-02+14.13.00-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRN9y_O4b1zue_bgfTs8rcfilnqqaA6hZDH8IgKwVzsdJ1kB7-9WGTOsKMfANARipr-iJN8g0rbmzdhZweekR5GLDVDct5f5yvnxJ_b7nyNKwq0LXwozuzBi50GNYpVXf936yYJw/s320/2015-10-02+14.13.00-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-283333716184437132015-10-27T03:29:00.001-02:002015-10-27T03:29:55.668-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWxFHPH9stcMeQvBWkDAruobhgAGJOhT8PJijw9xnNp9PlfBezfZKiL642nsjTdiEC8o0R7F97IitZ_Ij2PDfADLG8d1Jk82Ja-rHno_hEoXN4EUGtgCXPfMjAfzr7JXQoOjBBg/s1600/2015-10-13+15.43.41-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_8mVL4cuhyphenhyphenOxvyWRIBHplXBkpqrGypNzlU4lX2YW4YlLdXC3XIPWf-U6ldoJbjPaoA_Pf24ja67fEPPQIDkM8gOzcufo4t5qfOBhAlMmmHmFH_vc2ElmnVgwdAMbAIdXjdEBPQ/s320/2015-10-19+15.31.29-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-41256324621365033832015-09-21T04:42:00.002-03:002015-09-21T04:42:27.853-03:00<div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">É um funcionário de Deus.&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Não bebe.&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Não fuma.&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Não toma cafezinho.&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Não tem 13º.&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Não tem férias.&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"> <span style="line-height: 100%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Mas faz todo dia HE.&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-73021127470188422992015-09-21T04:39:00.002-03:002015-09-21T04:47:20.237-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: white;">Ontem Deus veio falar comigo.</span></span></div> <span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Fora dos seus propósitos e, dos meus,&nbsp;</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> uma tal Joaninha pouso em meu braço.</div> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-65583047692822753342015-09-06T21:30:00.002-03:002021-06-23T21:15:12.053-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPRCjQ2OoPpQ0MpwBLQHFkz4w38Uc1OyFALUNRuEcezAuDAP58Q1vj_YRm_yEMGrfLOY6gzB5zRXRLd6w1Lnbnv3vKiflR48dbsZ39lGfiytyOfDB0-5mpjJnUwqRSy4cngYsBg/s1600/2015-09-02+15.36.24-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPRCjQ2OoPpQ0MpwBLQHFkz4w38Uc1OyFALUNRuEcezAuDAP58Q1vj_YRm_yEMGrfLOY6gzB5zRXRLd6w1Lnbnv3vKiflR48dbsZ39lGfiytyOfDB0-5mpjJnUwqRSy4cngYsBg/s320/2015-09-02+15.36.24-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>Rua Erasto Gaertner - Curitiba - PR</b></span></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-25694090799989556312015-08-24T01:15:00.003-03:002015-09-21T05:52:36.202-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Saudades não só tem cheiro. Têm pessoas. Cenas. Conquistas. Bagunça. Bolinha de papel. Tem o prato principal. Exótico. Ululantemente único. Seu. Guardado e escancarado. Degustado como o primeiro algodão doce. Pipoca. Sorvete. Brinquedo. Tombo de bicicleta sem rodinhas. Porque e simplesmente porque ele nunca e jamais voltará em hipótese alguma a se repetir. Não com o mesmo cheiro. Mas sempre, permanentemente sempre será seu. Mesmo que sequestrem seu coração, estes cheiros todos permaneceram lá. Naquele seu baú galopante em seu peito.</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">***&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">- Que cheiro gostoso que me deu agora.&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">&nbsp;Meu primeiro bilhetinho de amor de quarta série,&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">&nbsp;que deveria ser entregue a Cynthia,&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">&nbsp;mas que o profano do Zé Carlos interceptou&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">e o megafonou ao ônibus azul todo.&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">&nbsp;Infame.</span></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-63115285250190031182015-08-24T00:49:00.004-03:002015-09-21T05:49:49.281-03:00<div style="margin-top: 10px;"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A velhice chega. Nos leva. Outros vem. E o círculo alienado se repete. Nascemos com um relógio de pulso. Por vezes conseguimos dar corda. Outras, não mais. Assim foi com Rafael. As doenças também nos levam. Sem hora marcada. Levam. E por alguns tempos estes relógios se cruzam e, quem sabe já não se cruzaram! Às vezes, não com a mesma tecnologia de outros tempos. E o tempo único. Virou amizade. Tempo nosso. Planos. Projetos. Zelo. Respeito. Conquistas. Derrotas são compartilhadas. E por tempos se esquece que não conseguimos enganar o Relojoeiro. Cada qual com o seu relógio. Um deles pára no tempo. O seu tempo fica meio assim. Sem ponteiros. Preto e branco. E agora, Rafael? E agora, Relojoeiro? E agora, Auvim? Espero o privilégio de ter outros tempos com você. Rafael. "Que assim seja."</span></div> <div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.3090915679932px; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="line-height: 16.3090915679932px;"><br /></span></span></span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.3090915679932px; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZAkWzfqaj5zTzKedtJt_JSsYNu_30L_KDs-MKrb98weP91tprzKpUlhaqajfthU0dRmJOEZwEcxdIsi5ytqchikxf5tclMKEwhXB4iCq8sK3mTbdTlZmYEesPYG46tvzQNw_-Q/s1600/memorial_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZAkWzfqaj5zTzKedtJt_JSsYNu_30L_KDs-MKrb98weP91tprzKpUlhaqajfthU0dRmJOEZwEcxdIsi5ytqchikxf5tclMKEwhXB4iCq8sK3mTbdTlZmYEesPYG46tvzQNw_-Q/s400/memorial_01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.3090915679932px; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="line-height: 16.3090915679932px;"><br /></span></span></span></div> </div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32252317.post-48091796451064822562014-06-06T23:32:00.003-03:002014-06-06T23:32:33.820-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_1ymaUuVPpMdzjDuYPYhyphenhyphenLPigY3q8JqY259vwJ_puMuHCOZDAqDudf83OXYarfY-3v3gEaeqfHRxPuStmi0eHEQNMCcYLImzwJN6XS4hjGipsrz22k5yGJmZJjqChPFJmyb61w/s1600/passarinhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_1ymaUuVPpMdzjDuYPYhyphenhyphenLPigY3q8JqY259vwJ_puMuHCOZDAqDudf83OXYarfY-3v3gEaeqfHRxPuStmi0eHEQNMCcYLImzwJN6XS4hjGipsrz22k5yGJmZJjqChPFJmyb61w/s1600/passarinhos.jpg" height="179" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">Não há ninguém, mesmo sem cultura, que não se torne poeta quando o Amor toma conta dele - Platão</div>MARIO BASSANI MARTINShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959748024425170141noreply@blogger.com0