tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75213209067890935412024-03-16T15:52:46.489-03:00O Fazedor de Aurorasa vida de todos os dias, a que eu sempre quis
{textos e imagens: Jorge Finatto}
ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.comBlogger1770125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-55159448031327230372024-01-28T01:41:00.005-03:002024-01-28T01:41:57.517-03:00Casas velhas, almas vivas<p style="text-align: right;">Jorge Finatto.</p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwXDUsVxtNbYuzHFgCS4JnlW5OUmdFfvE3a0xfPka6FRFmBXweT3cRjSkTsZ1Ugs-XkgaSyhLwFsYCG1kcefFLGy7F6ao-8KVlzYES5z1ZkvhKZjPQZHZZlG8b4Wnw2sixz3-j82GO1K_cxO2jkl7XjggRrOhbDKvTwrC2GbKLzpTA1s_IrA3xz-hcwA/s4032/20240126_152140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwXDUsVxtNbYuzHFgCS4JnlW5OUmdFfvE3a0xfPka6FRFmBXweT3cRjSkTsZ1Ugs-XkgaSyhLwFsYCG1kcefFLGy7F6ao-8KVlzYES5z1ZkvhKZjPQZHZZlG8b4Wnw2sixz3-j82GO1K_cxO2jkl7XjggRrOhbDKvTwrC2GbKLzpTA1s_IrA3xz-hcwA/w180-h400/20240126_152140.jpg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">jfinatto, Montevideo, 26.1.24</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Mario Quintana, o nosso poeta, disse alguma vez que não apreciava a arquitetura moderna porque ela não construía casas antigas. Digo eu que mesmo casas abandonadas conservam no semblante uma humanidade que não encontramos nas modernas construções. Quantas histórias, quantas memórias habitam entre estas paredes que o tempo desfigurou. Mas se um dia um novo morador abrir-lhes as portas cerradas, começarão tudo outra vez, povoando-se de vida desde o sótão até o porão. E outras histórias serão contadas. Precisam apenas de uma mão amiga que lhes abra as ventanas para o Sol entrar e povoar de ouro a escuridão.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-56997297836137197292024-01-21T03:53:00.002-03:002024-01-21T03:53:47.337-03:00Inspiração <p style="text-align: right;">Jorge Finatto</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglz83AiFQnaKWy-STBRCkSzoeRnyv_MxW-njQDul4jy8g2hsn8OT_BUbQChQlIcOcrQ4SHqgmGF-26ItVMfVs4DypQFcbO2TW1RwuqrzZ_R07Wv4d3WQOKM7oOk7GjCnzW29BVv_k7ZoaBgyELulvZnPLjZewLxWsFRsGqz6IAql3i5mMNxVlQGlFZgxU/s4032/20240118_185515.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglz83AiFQnaKWy-STBRCkSzoeRnyv_MxW-njQDul4jy8g2hsn8OT_BUbQChQlIcOcrQ4SHqgmGF-26ItVMfVs4DypQFcbO2TW1RwuqrzZ_R07Wv4d3WQOKM7oOk7GjCnzW29BVv_k7ZoaBgyELulvZnPLjZewLxWsFRsGqz6IAql3i5mMNxVlQGlFZgxU/w180-h400/20240118_185515.jpg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Todas as manhãs vou ao jardim ver se uma nova rosa floriu. E, quando isso acontece, me aproximo, respiro lenta e profundamente até a rosa fazer parte de mim.ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-50355622215519602202024-01-03T00:41:00.002-03:002024-01-03T00:41:30.576-03:00Sossego<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsgIdannUQSX007-OJvpqbBuWwptDgfa2RLY7qRQ-P4YKLvE9ftC1sb_bS0F1Xn9goBMRQrNBIrKthKIPytBoknF0fmb-0ADOTO1lEYqUrTd08xskWhRWf9Z-DNs4jUnEaOw40d-COVjQ4ahKnEQB08qbQX8WVp1nNZMke4McJ-ThXxPzs-cJUDygMxA/s1816/IMG_20240102_041527_035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsgIdannUQSX007-OJvpqbBuWwptDgfa2RLY7qRQ-P4YKLvE9ftC1sb_bS0F1Xn9goBMRQrNBIrKthKIPytBoknF0fmb-0ADOTO1lEYqUrTd08xskWhRWf9Z-DNs4jUnEaOw40d-COVjQ4ahKnEQB08qbQX8WVp1nNZMke4McJ-ThXxPzs-cJUDygMxA/s320/IMG_20240102_041527_035.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Longe dos fogos de artifício, sobretudo dos barulhentos, dos festejos à beira mar que cobrem a areia de lixo e poluem o mar, longe dos augúrios altissonantes e ocos de sentido, distante das gritarias e dos bêbados brindes, das falsas profecias, num lugar onde o sossego, a paz, a conversa fraterna e a natureza ainda são a melhor promessa. Cada um tem seu jeito de ser feliz (ou algo perto disso).</p><p style="text-align: justify;">________</p><p style="text-align: justify;">photo: Canela, casa enxaimel na área do Castelinho Caracol.</p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-27251866299043950402023-12-24T01:10:00.002-03:002023-12-24T01:11:18.079-03:00Um bom Natal em Cristo<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbXvs5nQhn8omzjQl4KNHmT57JAGFVPC6WAM22azj2QU1_uR_MN0cukR5TlWM10PYFAc7OMr6ifG9r-5uze93i2iL4Z6mdPm3STF17KbtL1SFIWP2yzHqMiQ4Lw_w9cVupEVxB48ZQKicqaBpxWyqFzcsWsGQUTxNnZ4_Njt1RJEj73N6dYOrTPaW6zk/s4032/20231223_185126.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbXvs5nQhn8omzjQl4KNHmT57JAGFVPC6WAM22azj2QU1_uR_MN0cukR5TlWM10PYFAc7OMr6ifG9r-5uze93i2iL4Z6mdPm3STF17KbtL1SFIWP2yzHqMiQ4Lw_w9cVupEVxB48ZQKicqaBpxWyqFzcsWsGQUTxNnZ4_Njt1RJEj73N6dYOrTPaW6zk/w180-h400/20231223_185126.jpg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-27026657924769729262023-12-20T15:53:00.000-03:002023-12-20T15:53:14.441-03:00Antúrio<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ET74l905LtNSkblCH0_stheWY5jjnMF-fYkuHMkWmFz5PvezE7nWMLMyAQ2lOtfUDEdfUIDxJL8-cfrLJhBDVAUH4clReEeLIDcjsVmn3GDbBbBB2gyBUnInYHV4ys8IoswJiAk6ktxIb4YDB6i9Hc8z0rhexEtvEn1zMwEBKKMpGF87ZYSiAjEyay4/w180-h400/20231217_182241.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="180" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ET74l905LtNSkblCH0_stheWY5jjnMF-fYkuHMkWmFz5PvezE7nWMLMyAQ2lOtfUDEdfUIDxJL8-cfrLJhBDVAUH4clReEeLIDcjsVmn3GDbBbBB2gyBUnInYHV4ys8IoswJiAk6ktxIb4YDB6i9Hc8z0rhexEtvEn1zMwEBKKMpGF87ZYSiAjEyay4/s4032/20231217_182241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></a></div><br /><p></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-45822772341936179412023-12-14T00:21:00.000-03:002023-12-14T00:21:34.961-03:00O amor é um invento<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilo0BFQO66T6xWQ3E_Cc24U4i13g_dedokBM74gaWicMvAtd_xSxog5yiVmTpTn4_UQBrroZlvX7RJevlnq_MqT6DNvp91dvTO_SFdqf26qI8uQABb37RW8lOfglHD6OyF8HHZKaPXjIKShbCYBz3glXe8Ab7WT0U2FwSLZ6W0GkS6ludaaSuC6GBJBzI/s280/ponte%20de%20pedra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="196" data-original-width="280" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilo0BFQO66T6xWQ3E_Cc24U4i13g_dedokBM74gaWicMvAtd_xSxog5yiVmTpTn4_UQBrroZlvX7RJevlnq_MqT6DNvp91dvTO_SFdqf26qI8uQABb37RW8lOfglHD6OyF8HHZKaPXjIKShbCYBz3glXe8Ab7WT0U2FwSLZ6W0GkS6ludaaSuC6GBJBzI/s1600/ponte%20de%20pedra.jpg" width="280" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Estar sentado com ela, no silêncio verde da redoma de um salgueiro, na Praça dos Açorianos, fazia dele um homem feliz. Perigosamente feliz.</span></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">A <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>memória daqueles dias ficou impregnada na sua alma. Não como uma ferida: como celebração da ternura. Essa é uma das razões que o fazem pensar que não passou pela existência em vão.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: justify;">No fundo do espelho das águas da Ponte de Pedra, a imagem do jovem casal ficou para sempre guardada.</div></div>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-5417013182692981762023-11-27T01:03:00.003-03:002023-11-27T01:09:23.797-03:00Embarcadero<p> Jorge Finatto</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3M6kapCH2VlFggvdrPUjd9rLrg_tnvTu931Zdq3rqR0IbMaTSgm9jKtlAkvg7zqMPifTElIeE3bziQAHMgF5Cxh_sJQt647AorEAslGlGbluSQ34BK3VH2__5fCe6d7Bykdl8w7kFis5zVCA17tXSdXulh6IrOgvF0tkZAC3kMDLvVyZwwyVVU13iibo/s4032/20231125_185252.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3M6kapCH2VlFggvdrPUjd9rLrg_tnvTu931Zdq3rqR0IbMaTSgm9jKtlAkvg7zqMPifTElIeE3bziQAHMgF5Cxh_sJQt647AorEAslGlGbluSQ34BK3VH2__5fCe6d7Bykdl8w7kFis5zVCA17tXSdXulh6IrOgvF0tkZAC3kMDLvVyZwwyVVU13iibo/w180-h400/20231125_185252.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Uma tarde no cais Embarcadero. Olhando o movimenro das pessoas e dos barcos. Depois o pôr do sol avança como um incêndio sobre o Guaíba. Aos 67 eu sinto renovada ternura por tudo isso que foi e é também o meu lugar. Muitas pessoas que podiam estar aqui comigo não estão mais. Viajaram pra outras esferas. A gente viaja mesmo sem querer. Essa a lição do cais. Mas hoje estou aqui com os pés firmes no chão olhando a cidade na beira do rio. E não há solidão que atrapalhe tanta beleza.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">.</p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-44805305517607484772023-11-20T02:59:00.004-03:002023-11-20T04:58:10.808-03:00Um jeito de ser feliz<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1swvt13 xjkvuk6" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":Rlataul9l9aqqd9emhpapd5aqH2:" style="font-family: inherit; padding: 4px 16px;"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto" style="display: block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">Ontem, domingo, acompanhei meu filho caçula, Lucas, até o Parque Harmonia onde participou da maratona de Porto Alegre. A corrida se deu à margem do Guaíba, percorrendo a orla. Havia mais de 4 mil pessoas. Entre tanta gente, consegui ver o filho no momento da partida e na chegada sentindo a emoção de pai coruja. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>Conforme entendimento do Lucas, pouco importa a classificação. Importa estar lá, participar, correr, ser feliz ao lado de outras pessoas às 8 horas da manhã de um domingo azul. </div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">Me chamou a atenção ver vários pais levando filhos com deficiência participar da maratona empurrando-os em carrinhos adaptados. Na face daqueles pais e seus filhos vi um momento de grande felicidade. Vê-los assim me emocionou.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">Um senhor que aparentava ter mais de 70 anos estava desistindo da prova, não conseguia ir adiante. Nisso aproximaram-se dois corredores, um de cada lado, e devagar o auxiliaram a continuar. Ele foi em frente e os três ultrapassaram a linha de chegada juntos...</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">Diante de tanta humanidade, o pódio é o que menos interessou. Todas aquelas pessoas eram vencedoras pelos simples fato de estarem ali. 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font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; font-weight: 600; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;">Compartilhar</span></div></div><div class="x1o1ewxj x3x9cwd x1e5q0jg x13rtm0m x1ey2m1c xds687c xg01cxk x47corl x10l6tqk x17qophe x13vifvy x1ebt8du x19991ni x1dhq9h x1wpzbip" data-visualcompletion="ignore" style="background-color: var(--hover-overlay); border-radius: 4px; font-family: inherit; inset: 0px; opacity: 0; pointer-events: none; position: absolute; transition-duration: var(--fds-duration-extra-extra-short-out); transition-property: opacity; transition-timing-function: var(--fds-animation-fade-out);"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="xzueoph" style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px;"></div></div></div></div>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-75875730998987359442023-11-07T01:09:00.001-03:002023-11-07T01:13:36.343-03:00Solitudes na Feira do livro<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLp0vTISZXvAeYX-ApUlghjRTLgs-RYgMLD3j_6B3C23zCvh_FuUQ0dFtQ47nmG5g78TWk3IXkDO6eGGWopOaxwGx9FqsOXglJ5XNZTZO6g78SsT1rB7GvZovpHEEEewSR7VuUSq_w9SgeYpV7LsR-htSAxr9NrzzMwfJrDIxwRpFhrbHEOEFpXhdUFuw/s2127/IMG-20231105-WA0014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2127" data-original-width="1197" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLp0vTISZXvAeYX-ApUlghjRTLgs-RYgMLD3j_6B3C23zCvh_FuUQ0dFtQ47nmG5g78TWk3IXkDO6eGGWopOaxwGx9FqsOXglJ5XNZTZO6g78SsT1rB7GvZovpHEEEewSR7VuUSq_w9SgeYpV7LsR-htSAxr9NrzzMwfJrDIxwRpFhrbHEOEFpXhdUFuw/w225-h400/IMG-20231105-WA0014.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"Este livro trata da solidão e do isolamento. O tema é abordado de forma delicada a partir de motivos simples do cotidiano, e o autor busca, através deles, a espiritualidade que emana dessa condição incontornável da vida humana. Se por um lado a solidão nos acompanha desde que nascemos, por outro necessitamos de proximidade para viver e realizar nossa humanidade. Quando reconhecemos nossa solidão, podemos caminhar de modo mais inteiro em direção ao outro."</span></p><p>____________</p><p>Photo de Bruna Gomes</p><p>Pedidos para:</p><p>acasadachuva@hotmail.com</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-30703923986950377322023-10-19T03:09:00.005-03:002023-10-19T03:29:56.113-03:00Solitudes, o livro<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIe7DygLWQiMQTirhkMW04qRjZZ2ilizPFZKzjJRM7nprW9qg2QXMuyJGRDYULg6KPuDCgz_6YI2sSD-GAQF6VspBf8Cc1_9kFCmHSwBF-2nvUQ98uhUCBYKmiCk9HdWv4TJ7HLn0ALYov6_BBld7L8tyJ9BMnrfVyatM8XxKXEgYHQ0DE2dSwZ45W2g/s2144/20231018_174839.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2144" data-original-width="1388" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIe7DygLWQiMQTirhkMW04qRjZZ2ilizPFZKzjJRM7nprW9qg2QXMuyJGRDYULg6KPuDCgz_6YI2sSD-GAQF6VspBf8Cc1_9kFCmHSwBF-2nvUQ98uhUCBYKmiCk9HdWv4TJ7HLn0ALYov6_BBld7L8tyJ9BMnrfVyatM8XxKXEgYHQ0DE2dSwZ45W2g/w259-h400/20231018_174839.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">No próximo dia 31 de outubro, a partir das 18h, estarei recebendo amigos e leitores no Z Café para a apresentação do meu livro <b>Solitudes</b>. O volume tem ilustrações de minha filha Clara Finatto. O endereço do Z é: av. Nilópolis, 543, em frente à Praça da Encol aqui em Porto Alegre. Venha para um copo e um abraço.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-49839061940408188652023-10-04T21:00:00.000-03:002023-10-04T21:00:07.194-03:00A rosa é um sonho acordado<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfrGBLguNtEsZ8NuUhuyEEFjln6V_jH1JzpjxrKRuVuC8qibdRHME2gtQV4MQGx1PRyidjwkgHweWxF67AKEXblusNJoxCbJszoFq71rEg8n936CKigrnLCOcOSx9Wl3viU-rz8qBH8rOFgiGYwKbBCD1bP8RD8h9r9hTTemJu25n18ofTLYFwuFPaAU/s4032/20230322_181458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfrGBLguNtEsZ8NuUhuyEEFjln6V_jH1JzpjxrKRuVuC8qibdRHME2gtQV4MQGx1PRyidjwkgHweWxF67AKEXblusNJoxCbJszoFq71rEg8n936CKigrnLCOcOSx9Wl3viU-rz8qBH8rOFgiGYwKbBCD1bP8RD8h9r9hTTemJu25n18ofTLYFwuFPaAU/w288-h640/20230322_181458.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto em Canela</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-39744098886233447952023-10-01T02:21:00.013-03:002023-10-04T06:23:52.900-03:00Feira do Livro de Gramado 2023<p style="text-align: right;"> J.F.<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LridCk5thHOJ3i7sR2cuQkibpS7EGetJP0Iv2Exe72cymiwpNz1NPrB4i2bMHNzNSBuil131GwfLrxgyJ_Iyj2Hi26g8TrvzwTQYcnAdzcdIXnmtcSgLAQnbPpKlzVP0j28oYGnSke5HkcjpS-sVjs6cFeYfepAcSIhy8kJXiRqK6dHrlFJoCo6mTgs/s1080/IMG-20230927-WA0004.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LridCk5thHOJ3i7sR2cuQkibpS7EGetJP0Iv2Exe72cymiwpNz1NPrB4i2bMHNzNSBuil131GwfLrxgyJ_Iyj2Hi26g8TrvzwTQYcnAdzcdIXnmtcSgLAQnbPpKlzVP0j28oYGnSke5HkcjpS-sVjs6cFeYfepAcSIhy8kJXiRqK6dHrlFJoCo6mTgs/s320/IMG-20230927-WA0004.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">[Amigos, devido a dificuldades inesperadas, não poderei, infelizmente, estar presente na Feira de Gramado. Desejo aos organizadores e autores sucesso no evento. Abraços.]</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poucas coisas me fazem descer os 1800 metros de altitude de Passo dos Ausentes. Não me agrada sair da querência.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Juan Niebla, regente cego da nossa orquestra de câmara, e Don Sigofredo de Alcantis, filósofo-mor da aldeia, estimularam-me a participar da Feira do Livro de Gramado. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Por essa razão, enfrentando geada, trovoadas e aguaceiro, estamos viajando por estradas de chão a bordo da inefável Pajero Full em direção à cidade do cinema. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Levamos camas de campanha, lampiões, lonas, uma cozinha compacta e saleta de madeira de armar para o mate, o chá e a charla.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ficaremos acampados no Parque do Caracol, imediações do Arroio Tiririca, em Canela, onde receberemos companheiros de estrada, até o dia do autógrafo no belo casarão do Centro Municipal de Cultura.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Abraços.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LQTxCBeArRnQLmcnTVY5wYY6mWFEP4NEJmSkYvUjxmcqr74VDkLqWD-SNAZDgz2Lb_OW146lHEuhanQiuNQEHujXvpa65wsl8R8UB5MXDA95i0t0OczeraLO58nI5lT_koqMHlj4N7GyMayCaHnJeG3gefehcULJU4RHsH6EtWr-SzR8uiHPzNtVdFA/s1600/secret%C3%A1rio-e-centro-municipal-de-cultura-gramado-rs-brasil-maio-edif%C3%ADcio-do-secretaria-em-portugu%C3%AAs-252969932.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1157" data-original-width="1600" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LQTxCBeArRnQLmcnTVY5wYY6mWFEP4NEJmSkYvUjxmcqr74VDkLqWD-SNAZDgz2Lb_OW146lHEuhanQiuNQEHujXvpa65wsl8R8UB5MXDA95i0t0OczeraLO58nI5lT_koqMHlj4N7GyMayCaHnJeG3gefehcULJU4RHsH6EtWr-SzR8uiHPzNtVdFA/s320/secret%C3%A1rio-e-centro-municipal-de-cultura-gramado-rs-brasil-maio-edif%C3%ADcio-do-secretaria-em-portugu%C3%AAs-252969932.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-22762258734741119162023-09-14T22:09:00.002-03:002023-11-15T00:44:46.500-03:00Cantar de amores<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFXp4mJEIYdzV0Hff3LasrPd2sS9JstwUjZkYM3BuRdeO-DwU8TUWPHcv0cK5iJRrRchdc7WqHAHQr1lo2PEUTCd_fXGD4WlFsEHFWi87CAk_RHRb7cAXbXaRc1-KepKSJXgQH6bKIhWtOo227Px7ivnsIRd3BHfYuAp12EN41Aj_mGZ81ZlVJEV6Ra8/s3553/20221130_183943(2)(1)%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3553" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFXp4mJEIYdzV0Hff3LasrPd2sS9JstwUjZkYM3BuRdeO-DwU8TUWPHcv0cK5iJRrRchdc7WqHAHQr1lo2PEUTCd_fXGD4WlFsEHFWi87CAk_RHRb7cAXbXaRc1-KepKSJXgQH6bKIhWtOo227Px7ivnsIRd3BHfYuAp12EN41Aj_mGZ81ZlVJEV6Ra8/w205-h400/20221130_183943(2)(1)%20(1).jpg" width="205" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Em tempo de afetos ligeiros, não é comum ouvir alguém cantar de amores. Fala-se no fim do amor romântico. Não se anda mais com os pés em nuvens, não se voa entre estrelas com cata-vento ao chapéu. </p><p>Nada de emoções fortes que amolecem as pernas, apressam a respiração e ofusquem o pensamento. Dirá o poeta que roubaram da primavera as flores e, das naus, o vento cálido rumo à ilha desconhecida. O tempo não está para poemas desbragados cantando o amor.</p><p>Mas nem tudo são pedras. Ouça a canção “Chico” da cantora e compositora Luísa Sonza. Ela tem 25 anos e é natural da cidade de Tuparendi, no Rio Grande do Sul, nosso Estado tão devastado por ciclones nos últimos dias. A música do álbum “Escândalo Íntimo” é uma suave notícia em meio às inumeráveis tragédias que assolam a nós e ao planeta.</p><p>Ao embalo melódico da Bossa Nova, "Chico" é uma declaração de amor como não se usa mais. Arranca emoção mesmo dos corações mais desiludidos. Num mundo em que se perdeu a capacidade de amar o amor romântico, por medo de entregar o coração ou por qualquer outra coisa, ouvir “Chico” é um tapa na cara da indiferença.</p><p>_________</p><p>photo: jfinatto</p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-23500495884287347772023-09-09T16:00:00.006-03:002023-09-09T16:19:33.942-03:00Viajando na fotografia<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></p></blockquote><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1o2tukhNYzC23TtqKxs4Wk6EsL3pPy-tUsXJVQRWh2wfVm0wimo6GJKfa4DW7Nc-G1LHSxop8Uh3_W7v45nUcxgfEYazzVLOqjlnbqZOjuiG5XYcYy8AZVY_xrGUsiSbwrL-K8qwVYbvqJR68Uwq4RyZLB4ZcRbdIGjyoYb89F7xNJwxjqUMIOtUcOs/s400/lagolugano.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="231" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1o2tukhNYzC23TtqKxs4Wk6EsL3pPy-tUsXJVQRWh2wfVm0wimo6GJKfa4DW7Nc-G1LHSxop8Uh3_W7v45nUcxgfEYazzVLOqjlnbqZOjuiG5XYcYy8AZVY_xrGUsiSbwrL-K8qwVYbvqJR68Uwq4RyZLB4ZcRbdIGjyoYb89F7xNJwxjqUMIOtUcOs/w231-h400/lagolugano.jpg" width="231" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: Lago Lugano, Suíça, jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Gosto de entrar na fotografia. E de viajar nela. Caminho na beira do lago. As gaivotas voam sobre as árvores e os bancos. Pouca gente no lugar. Início do outono. </p><p>Só penso em andar, mais nada. Em respirar, mais nada. Os dois pés no momento. O que não for agora não interessa nessa hora. Andar assim é sempre bom. </p><p>Depois sento no banco. Do outro lado é a Itália. Mais abaixo, a África. O mundo é mesmo um só quintal. Guardo o livro sobre o colo. Fecho os olhos, respiro fundo. </p><p>Habito o instante. Quero que todos fiquem bem.</p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-72144906385625689202023-08-23T18:17:00.004-03:002023-08-23T18:17:35.974-03:00O tempo da rosa<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgVXnq1Xob4leHGPRXejOav_wyfnBUliJaFkJb3nQC_4vJ2VHWnFMqaJyhzYsUMbrFJgODgW_vauNxggMknQjpcJYVMPWQCValMR_eoluvob5DvA-rXsRxyrWUfdmuZqhtAHM1NIBQMo_xF9e97wwctCFFtNPEPYv93CwG2NBm9XR21RZcaMFiivvwBg/s4032/20230823_163550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgVXnq1Xob4leHGPRXejOav_wyfnBUliJaFkJb3nQC_4vJ2VHWnFMqaJyhzYsUMbrFJgODgW_vauNxggMknQjpcJYVMPWQCValMR_eoluvob5DvA-rXsRxyrWUfdmuZqhtAHM1NIBQMo_xF9e97wwctCFFtNPEPYv93CwG2NBm9XR21RZcaMFiivvwBg/w288-h640/20230823_163550.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-35985634630862700472023-08-02T03:28:00.005-03:002023-08-02T03:28:37.893-03:00Um dia de Sol<p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFQIhTRCFdDzFY6J4jitr8AyfRlqAe_oI-BCiMGh-XKd3yq0c8YoT8yOiowKhth5_HyqDwIDXmZcCu-OfLDJCOTcd_LJTr18Pv9obe7zifL5sZ4c4JYhrcyruENPF1f7iw5xt5XoX-N-w6fBMq2czWrOh8DfI3OCgxnGDf2nXq_nDLWGKkWEPBzYI-Q0/s3445/20230627_144626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3445" data-original-width="1816" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFQIhTRCFdDzFY6J4jitr8AyfRlqAe_oI-BCiMGh-XKd3yq0c8YoT8yOiowKhth5_HyqDwIDXmZcCu-OfLDJCOTcd_LJTr18Pv9obe7zifL5sZ4c4JYhrcyruENPF1f7iw5xt5XoX-N-w6fBMq2czWrOh8DfI3OCgxnGDf2nXq_nDLWGKkWEPBzYI-Q0/w338-h640/20230627_144626.jpg" width="338" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-65815916405502081002023-07-17T07:52:00.001-03:002023-07-17T07:53:36.053-03:00 Depois da ventania<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQ0jSwS15uBhY0iPX7AHplgmb2xpw2B-pSsMPeV1BTCcEr5YsDe3YlLLLAWORPK8TwLsEK77bxXcZLiFhG3VkcRYlReybcGNrKPCyMX7NEQ49M2z61nXVKW8Vt9VYOH9Jt3QNjtG-drSzQnWR8UQA9gLnYMo73CEJgHwdmzvcmwSPD6TB3cS6UDQU93A/s4032/20230703_162757.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQ0jSwS15uBhY0iPX7AHplgmb2xpw2B-pSsMPeV1BTCcEr5YsDe3YlLLLAWORPK8TwLsEK77bxXcZLiFhG3VkcRYlReybcGNrKPCyMX7NEQ49M2z61nXVKW8Vt9VYOH9Jt3QNjtG-drSzQnWR8UQA9gLnYMo73CEJgHwdmzvcmwSPD6TB3cS6UDQU93A/w288-h640/20230703_162757.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto. Canela</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-33976503318089172012023-07-09T04:27:00.004-03:002023-07-09T04:27:33.207-03:00Um tempo<p style="text-align: right;"> JF</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9DxfTUrYguovJD0GjLmJxnigCnlWl1ZxXJXGdIww3ZX_4I-b-dcHQAq0EVsEIMtQjQjCUpb_WegXmmzoXpCIp0m4VwEucpggngI9cCkDVN4CQqfyGP0ONq2ENUOZGzNtAs0RSFUP-HQEAHqbPJvuv_X-rNd2ykb25owwBEoXyw4d1d3vNHtkcVz2FBM/s2722/20230705_171634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2722" data-original-width="1816" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9DxfTUrYguovJD0GjLmJxnigCnlWl1ZxXJXGdIww3ZX_4I-b-dcHQAq0EVsEIMtQjQjCUpb_WegXmmzoXpCIp0m4VwEucpggngI9cCkDVN4CQqfyGP0ONq2ENUOZGzNtAs0RSFUP-HQEAHqbPJvuv_X-rNd2ykb25owwBEoXyw4d1d3vNHtkcVz2FBM/w426-h640/20230705_171634.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p><p>Uma casa</p><p>um jardim </p><p>um perfume</p><p>um sentimento </p><p>um tempo</p><p><br /></p><p>tempo de </p><p>pensamento </p><p>e coração</p><p><br /></p><p>o meu tempo</p><p>______</p><p>texto e photo (sem filtro): jfinatto</p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-57180617651824835962023-07-03T22:41:00.007-03:002023-07-03T22:46:10.441-03:00Mais alegria<p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxpOo6raHBL8hScrxT8ucZXssOezPwKvpx1onslmEbqHv0as29XEH02oVThwoU3oFal88we0wUIqIfkZ_-nwl5pljapOHR43AFtumQYnB9lVLuI95oxXIfgF3ZAeyMw951lAj3273xS6qr38fED8zFlHIxfH01tQWPgqUlTrGC5G3nvd5Vd6riHXhWNE/s4032/20230703_164140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxpOo6raHBL8hScrxT8ucZXssOezPwKvpx1onslmEbqHv0as29XEH02oVThwoU3oFal88we0wUIqIfkZ_-nwl5pljapOHR43AFtumQYnB9lVLuI95oxXIfgF3ZAeyMw951lAj3273xS6qr38fED8zFlHIxfH01tQWPgqUlTrGC5G3nvd5Vd6riHXhWNE/w288-h640/20230703_164140.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo jfinatto, Canela</td></tr></tbody></table><br />ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-42623946790115021162023-06-27T23:06:00.003-03:002023-06-27T23:58:35.661-03:00Alegria guarda-chuval<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzfs95dz0Kf1I0528V94ceTZGHTy0aOu6qZzysT4cmgybAwFQb1z30mBkTpptiyeAcqmUXT_s32ssek5_BlLibK39iJK7UQRCNWtQ92SBgAhvz-IMkju0xbWX6-SxnZoHE9072fq3wjyw3dwbA9GgpWaUM0JzlfUq-0tQ27WX-bfhG2M5c1XcrphVTh4/s4032/20230627_151321.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1816" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzfs95dz0Kf1I0528V94ceTZGHTy0aOu6qZzysT4cmgybAwFQb1z30mBkTpptiyeAcqmUXT_s32ssek5_BlLibK39iJK7UQRCNWtQ92SBgAhvz-IMkju0xbWX6-SxnZoHE9072fq3wjyw3dwbA9GgpWaUM0JzlfUq-0tQ27WX-bfhG2M5c1XcrphVTh4/w288-h640/20230627_151321.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;">Caminhando na tarde azul. </p><p style="text-align: right;">Canela. </p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-2740768510270330322023-06-20T03:14:00.003-03:002023-06-26T20:32:28.225-03:00Pinhão<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCysQ3NBeimaF7SxPjtGzpEcPE8w5m7bgI96M9ei4ipbZbUvO4_U-wHsG2lcYHMMTVVlHGKfMiMYz7IYI5igHEQ_2MHK5z3gTEPzyXykn37ThaHaJTPtjgUeGtocB4Rzk-JUNvaAwmUMYwXV883-72uoxBvbrES-aLLLLMgWScjIdyVIeXJZTyvjDvQ4w/s1816/IMG_20230617_014741_958.webp" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="1452" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCysQ3NBeimaF7SxPjtGzpEcPE8w5m7bgI96M9ei4ipbZbUvO4_U-wHsG2lcYHMMTVVlHGKfMiMYz7IYI5igHEQ_2MHK5z3gTEPzyXykn37ThaHaJTPtjgUeGtocB4Rzk-JUNvaAwmUMYwXV883-72uoxBvbrES-aLLLLMgWScjIdyVIeXJZTyvjDvQ4w/s320/IMG_20230617_014741_958.webp" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: content-box; color: #212121; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;">FRUTO da araucaria angustifolia (pinheiro brasileiro), o pinhão é alimento de humanos, aves e animais silvestres. A Serra Gaúcha foi abundante em pinheiros. A exploração rude de madeira reduziu bastante a espécie. Atualmente é árvore protegida por lei.</div><p style="text-align: right;"><span face="Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Quem já comeu pinhão cozido, ou assado na chapa do fogão a lenha, não esquece a delícia. É uma bênção. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Esteticamente a araucária é uma árvore linda. O pinhão é fruto da estação fria e alimento que aquece não só o corpo como também o coração de quem, como eu, viveu entre pinheiros na infância.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #212121; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><p></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-7568480225247557202023-06-12T02:50:00.003-03:002023-06-12T02:52:56.693-03:00Guaíba, mar de lembranças<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDepW3qAPJ7ThzK0mKmhB6y-fBQN5uQAEd5VKl4EM-KBSQTKkVncEjNMos14hiaYFndxuBXN3Rl3AblqjNzNgryngxONaHJpnHTE5foM1GeMC57_JpdjIe7PqcGxN9vO1B1pAuSmSP_IWRMEVr7kl1HIVHnEiMhDXR7EM-BCbSAjAyKxRuitEWoqz9/s5312/20220225_184039.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5312" data-original-width="2988" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDepW3qAPJ7ThzK0mKmhB6y-fBQN5uQAEd5VKl4EM-KBSQTKkVncEjNMos14hiaYFndxuBXN3Rl3AblqjNzNgryngxONaHJpnHTE5foM1GeMC57_JpdjIe7PqcGxN9vO1B1pAuSmSP_IWRMEVr7kl1HIVHnEiMhDXR7EM-BCbSAjAyKxRuitEWoqz9/w225-h400/20220225_184039.jpg" width="225" /></a></div>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-59975543825955737202023-05-28T03:44:00.001-03:002023-05-28T03:46:30.420-03:00Olhar sobre o Guaíba<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DePItAfweXIhty6H1xh9uXTQMZ0t3adjNfQcIF8uK20zzGZZLIbMhkD7nnJvdOtjk_8V41S2tTtxdUsckkRpQ6Q_KQw2DL_BKBJT2uXHOuEGH3OTD61Apjezrah5FCI2rhSX4IuPkXCXIhlIhBuRDAV5yuv0LorUVS2-OBT-WMrUe2ubFfv9cIhm/s800/FB_IMG_4686685079368236159.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="311" data-original-width="800" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DePItAfweXIhty6H1xh9uXTQMZ0t3adjNfQcIF8uK20zzGZZLIbMhkD7nnJvdOtjk_8V41S2tTtxdUsckkRpQ6Q_KQw2DL_BKBJT2uXHOuEGH3OTD61Apjezrah5FCI2rhSX4IuPkXCXIhlIhBuRDAV5yuv0LorUVS2-OBT-WMrUe2ubFfv9cIhm/w400-h155/FB_IMG_4686685079368236159.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo: jfinatto</td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><p>O primeiro amigo que fiz quando cheguei em Porto Alegre aos seis anos foi o Guaíba. Não conhecia ninguém e acabara de me tornar órfão. Com a morte na alma, esperava o bonde passar e atravessava a rua Washington Luís. </p><p>Havia uma pracinha nas proximidades da Casa de Correção (velho presídio depois demolido). Na beira do rio, famílias estendiam toalhas e esteiras na areia e aproveitavam as tardes de verão. Era bonito ver. </p><p>Eu sentava por ali e ficava olhando o Guaíba com seus barcos, peixes, ilhas e aves. Uma grande descoberta para quem vinha da Serra. </p><p>De vez em quando um navio de grande porte entrava ou saía do porto deixando ao passar um sonoro e grave apito. </p><p>Nas nossas conversas o rio me acolheu e me deu consolo. Me ensinou que a vida segue sempre em frente como as águas e que tudo vale a pena.</p><p>Na fotografia, em primeiro plano, um galho com biguás reunidos. No fundo, à esquerda, a Ilha das Pedras Brancas, um lugar lindo que transformaram em prisão para presos políticos durante a ditadura militar (1964/1985). Depois, mais ao sul, a saída para a Lagoa dos Patos e o Oceano Atlântico.</p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-89094866222776519472023-05-25T00:43:00.003-03:002023-05-25T00:43:46.208-03:00Outonos<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto</p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_AinOYzmGvqU9X2qCij4tSO-jwFVT2XnYRaASo84MOGktUlW4zzfnsBTyPPMrvZ7q7RZkmtDj2otnvBsAz5zF3vMRvnyR71FG-zsl0ZgWLBofkDQLIuqbPmaBPZh3MfskTirn_eiVLYNWyHWM2Tmzy_iN59qx-RpQr5sJm9U9_1tE3EnorrKj4SuV/s1816/IMG_20230523_001317_468.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="1816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_AinOYzmGvqU9X2qCij4tSO-jwFVT2XnYRaASo84MOGktUlW4zzfnsBTyPPMrvZ7q7RZkmtDj2otnvBsAz5zF3vMRvnyR71FG-zsl0ZgWLBofkDQLIuqbPmaBPZh3MfskTirn_eiVLYNWyHWM2Tmzy_iN59qx-RpQr5sJm9U9_1tE3EnorrKj4SuV/w400-h400/IMG_20230523_001317_468.webp" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Canela, Serra Gaúcha</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521320906789093541.post-29538626779736404612023-05-21T02:06:00.001-03:002023-05-21T02:08:17.080-03:00Outonos<p style="text-align: right;"> Jorge Finatto </p><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqqcuH0-ORpzuhPQ_lik7juS9k_IuE6r8MMaxrVPI70P39IoL1DuPFmGeRNegOk1Ec4aa3v7ilpT-oTMFNlP-uxiGCyB3O18xJNbQj_0TyZStubpPMpSjSa1D0VoZlqbx3DJ8L1sXY87M2l567SqZrVnpEdZaHokcaLJEF0cY6RKJHtDjCYuJHn-G/s1816/IMG_20230520_031801_866.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="1452" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqqcuH0-ORpzuhPQ_lik7juS9k_IuE6r8MMaxrVPI70P39IoL1DuPFmGeRNegOk1Ec4aa3v7ilpT-oTMFNlP-uxiGCyB3O18xJNbQj_0TyZStubpPMpSjSa1D0VoZlqbx3DJ8L1sXY87M2l567SqZrVnpEdZaHokcaLJEF0cY6RKJHtDjCYuJHn-G/w320-h400/IMG_20230520_031801_866.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p>ofazedordeaurorashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153993555510669024noreply@blogger.com0