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Smartphones não poderão exibir de forma adequada todo o seu layout,<br>que é optimizado para visualização na web.Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-23352254673686845532024-03-08T18:49:00.000+00:002024-03-08T18:49:23.452+00:00• De luto<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX0EHKAXG7gZmoDbaQ-VMSNz0TQaEbqAzIeqpnZo7-C3PWoH4JtmkVtzJUkkneSzLpBzE30S_iQDAdELuvcQ7POqxnNaiwiAvtWDenEh4bBxmG26FCoZTSL_JNuYJITPi5TF6E5EfwEEl-4_bKvvxDQYBlhdEPzuevEpDtProLh2g_XEbIuC6N3raiGt0/s4009/dona%20Irene_1709920111648.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4009" data-original-width="2903" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX0EHKAXG7gZmoDbaQ-VMSNz0TQaEbqAzIeqpnZo7-C3PWoH4JtmkVtzJUkkneSzLpBzE30S_iQDAdELuvcQ7POqxnNaiwiAvtWDenEh4bBxmG26FCoZTSL_JNuYJITPi5TF6E5EfwEEl-4_bKvvxDQYBlhdEPzuevEpDtProLh2g_XEbIuC6N3raiGt0/w290-h400/dona%20Irene_1709920111648.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Hoje é o <b>Dia Internacional da Mulher</b>. E faz hoje uma semana que a mulher que me deu a vida findou a sua.</div></span><p></p>
<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidovxzIGmw76bXzs3WVU9iqqW1Cq9THQL9c_3LiPYZALCwHdPhnLEJEy5HgxnvxJ2y990-_5u3KQcGZrLeGiL1P5ZV8FjMzQfIo4QL-UlHGAteq_ReXXwdUiKoGHJMUnsBGDZmQLPwKvOX348sKkqMsW4hMeDWbqPMjkQ0zTFPnjl9wbI_G-eVk_tb5jTT/s656/%E5%9C%8B%E9%9A%9B%E5%A9%A6%E5%A5%B3%E7%AF%80_20160307006354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="656" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidovxzIGmw76bXzs3WVU9iqqW1Cq9THQL9c_3LiPYZALCwHdPhnLEJEy5HgxnvxJ2y990-_5u3KQcGZrLeGiL1P5ZV8FjMzQfIo4QL-UlHGAteq_ReXXwdUiKoGHJMUnsBGDZmQLPwKvOX348sKkqMsW4hMeDWbqPMjkQ0zTFPnjl9wbI_G-eVk_tb5jTT/w200-h200/%E5%9C%8B%E9%9A%9B%E5%A9%A6%E5%A5%B3%E7%AF%80_20160307006354.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Recordo-a nesta foto que se vê acima. Do seu casamento com meu pai. Uns dois anos antes de eu nascer.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">É assim que a recordarei para todo o sempre. Como a mulher simples, bondosa e generosa que foi. Aliás, a generosidade será mesmo a característica que melhor a define.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Para as suas colegas de emprego era "<i>a mulher da fava rica</i>". Aquela que trazia uns bolinhos para todas à hora que pegava no batente.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nesta foto está também uma dama de honor, uma prima minha, mais velha do que eu, como é lógico. Prima essa que à beira do caixão descendo à terra teve o impulso de me dar um abraço emocionado, como se em mim abraçasse também a sua falecida tia.</span></div><p></p>
<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoUiHWhE3IO52Z-3YFxztCHDKChWZWKpHJtwWqe5VY6RoB9DDJSUYd2OydfePd-15uI58FnDbpLxpDzIrFpv3Bzynn-2tfjxStewuCOEy4mDF3wYIJ9Zlh7LmPE5826Dd3nJT55hD8IIEsMdH4tPfIJgfGl9bUM5cx3M2d5ifXjdSmMAzUJ22eWpZwCQq/s639/telenovela%20Jardins%20Proibidos.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="639" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoUiHWhE3IO52Z-3YFxztCHDKChWZWKpHJtwWqe5VY6RoB9DDJSUYd2OydfePd-15uI58FnDbpLxpDzIrFpv3Bzynn-2tfjxStewuCOEy4mDF3wYIJ9Zlh7LmPE5826Dd3nJT55hD8IIEsMdH4tPfIJgfGl9bUM5cx3M2d5ifXjdSmMAzUJ22eWpZwCQq/w200-h153/telenovela%20Jardins%20Proibidos.png" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Já era esperado que minha mãe partisse, mais tarde ou mais cedo. Mas nunca nada, nada mesmo, nos prepara para uma partida como esta.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E no entanto, a vida até me proporcionou um ensaio para este momento de dor. Que já descrevi num <i>post</i> de outro dos meus <i>blogs</i>. Esse <i>post</i> pode ser consultado clicando <a href="https://ideiasperegrinasoutalveznao.blogspot.com/2015/03/e-vao-quatro.html" target="_blank">aqui</a>.</span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">________________________________________________</span></div><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Nota: a imagem alusiva ao </span><b style="font-family: arial;">Dia Internacional da Mulher</b><span style="font-family: arial;"> em mandarim </span><span style="font-family: arial;">é toda uma outra <i>private story</i> que talvez um dia relate. Há no entanto uma alma neste mundo que compreenderá de imediato a dita alusão.</span></div></div>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-62531498535065865542024-02-11T14:28:00.001+00:002024-02-11T14:28:45.472+00:00• O valor do silêncio<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6r7jeQYL98PdNWawNqRrOmpJ6IKDN6pmy34UWTYo7wPpZyQ0TD4_DAnPYRl-lUCcom_iLJd4mbWdq1AEsAZbitm2Dz6QBL3SDdY27AOMoiTcXMA1LMuZQ5nBE8c397aqF2eaU2lcHs6_nkO5JCl1yIOCkd_gY0fNrdkAlqfaC92GUaJqb1ANVkxdkRKh2/s995/Hemingway_DB2VzWOWAAEt-yK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="995" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6r7jeQYL98PdNWawNqRrOmpJ6IKDN6pmy34UWTYo7wPpZyQ0TD4_DAnPYRl-lUCcom_iLJd4mbWdq1AEsAZbitm2Dz6QBL3SDdY27AOMoiTcXMA1LMuZQ5nBE8c397aqF2eaU2lcHs6_nkO5JCl1yIOCkd_gY0fNrdkAlqfaC92GUaJqb1ANVkxdkRKh2/w400-h214/Hemingway_DB2VzWOWAAEt-yK.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Eu creio já ter chegado a essa última fase, a da valorização do silêncio em detrimento do ruído desnecessário. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mas a minha neta ainda nem pronunciou a sua primeira palavra. Quando ela puder compreender esta citação de Hemingway eu irei mostrá-la, para que ela não tenha - como eu tive - que esperar tantos anos até atingir esta sabedoria.</div></span><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-73232020389927881372024-01-22T00:30:00.001+00:002024-01-22T00:30:00.153+00:00• O casal perfeito<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkMkQHNW6jQpUoa5KhpK1ZkdohOlospJVAqPmnfwr9f3juKe68dbls9sT3Jk8mBuv7miEJJDzdZ7qUmx63fTLpvUgQyEI2UZARhRZl-lhDaXrcDNiFZ0tBz7PuKWUB8nWKElxm_lvjP_tvFOuDM27cUilLN9dvgFuYy3Kd1aIZmdc4aGmNorjESPVsoiH/s1024/casal_GESx6yGWgAAMO4P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkMkQHNW6jQpUoa5KhpK1ZkdohOlospJVAqPmnfwr9f3juKe68dbls9sT3Jk8mBuv7miEJJDzdZ7qUmx63fTLpvUgQyEI2UZARhRZl-lhDaXrcDNiFZ0tBz7PuKWUB8nWKElxm_lvjP_tvFOuDM27cUilLN9dvgFuYy3Kd1aIZmdc4aGmNorjESPVsoiH/w400-h400/casal_GESx6yGWgAAMO4P.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Talvez eu já tenha estado - ao longo da minha não curta actual existência - inserido num casal perfeito… Ou pelo menos, sem falsas modéstias, creio ser um conceito que venho dominando. Agora só faltará a parceira que comigo possa comprovar na prática a teoria adquirida de vários anos na busca da perfeita harmonia conjugal.</span></div><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-68783334154990123292023-12-17T19:48:00.000+00:002023-12-17T19:48:06.586+00:00• Tyttärentytär*<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirckKUsM6rAmc7HTREWstOwbRFEVvMmwW-iFJLjR4Ggg9VEvb8m6DS-T4wx5HK79QbQYcT9yThfEzPuqnCDFjIHHn4PZyuds_kJ-6gqrMn0vgwlsqjh-mP4LW_XuOEj2eexXtTOM3wLlfmOgC7n9aaDqgADyXiP2Xr7w_EkPMli3aFo9UJNwRypdOGP0rQ/s1024/ma%CC%83os_1702835703887.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirckKUsM6rAmc7HTREWstOwbRFEVvMmwW-iFJLjR4Ggg9VEvb8m6DS-T4wx5HK79QbQYcT9yThfEzPuqnCDFjIHHn4PZyuds_kJ-6gqrMn0vgwlsqjh-mP4LW_XuOEj2eexXtTOM3wLlfmOgC7n9aaDqgADyXiP2Xr7w_EkPMli3aFo9UJNwRypdOGP0rQ/w300-h400/ma%CC%83os_1702835703887.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s a weird feeling. When one feels to be finally truly old but awfully happy at the same time.</div><div style="text-align: center;">________________________________________________</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* A granddaughter, in finnish. Such a strange language, this one…</div></span>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-23071517762712417972023-11-24T17:55:00.000+00:002023-11-24T17:55:10.379+00:00• Vanaisa*<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgKt9Bn48r6rOifVOWA_0QVwKbgshS2DGLI1FCVA0XgjnNbokQSP3sq5Bk0iAtgG7iKlhX45BqaZmseFdTQlVV3rLK07U1eypuZGBDYqfh0APCCKqrf5u89Ot1wTwTqTiPFz6a2D443aVNAmwmh2hbkbNoW4g46t16ya-496PlSlKLMTFyKnMTCVuKkaN/s1000/I%20am%20going%20to%20be%20your%20grandfather_613L+hrGQiL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="601" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgKt9Bn48r6rOifVOWA_0QVwKbgshS2DGLI1FCVA0XgjnNbokQSP3sq5Bk0iAtgG7iKlhX45BqaZmseFdTQlVV3rLK07U1eypuZGBDYqfh0APCCKqrf5u89Ot1wTwTqTiPFz6a2D443aVNAmwmh2hbkbNoW4g46t16ya-496PlSlKLMTFyKnMTCVuKkaN/w266-h400/I%20am%20going%20to%20be%20your%20grandfather_613L+hrGQiL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s official, she’s born, my first grandaughter. Yesterday. And I have seen her already, on the first day of her life, at the Hospital CUF Descobertas, in Lisbon, Portugal.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, I’m also officially a grandfather. I think I should buy this book, with its cover shown above.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My daughter always told me I was a special kind of father: the father-clown. Perhaps I have been fairly good in that mission, to make my little girl laugh. I just hope not to have been lost any of those skills with this new born baby girl.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">________________________________________________</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* Grandfather, in estonian.</div></span>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-26448777421017052342023-11-09T17:03:00.004+00:002023-11-09T17:03:52.497+00:00• Oi, tudo bem?…<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5B5QTpc2qXcNk5j4Kui1pcxxUh0qTQFEPNnglC1-iYp4-fGs6aU1ZekM-pX_59n3XT0mfSlSbglLIDiydv6rMDwg4N4uTIw2zmSRMCJN6uXfns8ApPAPm1MSUuN009_u51YAWu0d_MgjBSluEOnYNVgTRJnIJ8MNynwjx6CShtt7GSr6aMtW0TG7h3A-Z/s1280/oi%20tudo%20bem%3F_maxresdefault.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5B5QTpc2qXcNk5j4Kui1pcxxUh0qTQFEPNnglC1-iYp4-fGs6aU1ZekM-pX_59n3XT0mfSlSbglLIDiydv6rMDwg4N4uTIw2zmSRMCJN6uXfns8ApPAPm1MSUuN009_u51YAWu0d_MgjBSluEOnYNVgTRJnIJ8MNynwjx6CShtt7GSr6aMtW0TG7h3A-Z/w400-h225/oi%20tudo%20bem%3F_maxresdefault.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Detesto receber esta pergunta, mesmo que saiba que é apenas uma pergunta de retórica e bastante enraizada sobretudo nos costumes do povo da Pindorama.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">O que responder quando confrontados com esta forma de debute de diálogo?… Ocorreu-me passar a contestar desta maneira doravante:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">“Minha filha, o único lugar onde está tudo bem é no Céu. Desde a expulsão de Adão e Eva do paraíso que aqui na Terra nunca está tudo bem. Então a única resposta que a sua pergunta pode ter é um não. A não ser que com a sua pergunta o que você quer realmente saber é se eu já estou no Céu, junto de São Pedro. Não creio que venha a merecer esse destino eterno quando um dia partir dessa Terra.”</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">________________________________________________</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nota: é já a segunda vez que abordo esta temática. A primeira neste <i>blog</i> pode ser lida clicando <a href="https://giuseppepietriniapresidente.blogspot.com/2020/06/oi-tudo-bem-com-vc.html" target="_blank">aqui</a>. Num outro <i>blog</i> também dissertei uma <i>beka</i> sobre o assunto, neste <i>post</i> que pode ser lido clicando <a href="https://cidadaniarasca.blogspot.com/2022/10/how-are-you.html" target="_blank">aqui</a>.</span></div><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-29198670265043338162023-10-29T22:57:00.001+00:002023-10-29T22:57:34.481+00:00• About happiness II<p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPqVaAeB-B31XF5YNgV5wZ5XaOFXOGYpPNa094nRAm5DACN2Ad7bYVdYgg4gY1_9CuzpadPh00lYXme6VcEC82KRFMRTc8ghSYr7yPcu9GiRodNWcRNyhPn5Tn2ACuY3dnR23mbz44ulBpLKMOPdOfvQgwOHk7SlJYwY8qV4kgW7aYPzv-qIiyGdTXKwm/s3840/4080-Ernest-Hemingway-Quote-Happiness-in-intelligent-people-is-the.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="3840" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPqVaAeB-B31XF5YNgV5wZ5XaOFXOGYpPNa094nRAm5DACN2Ad7bYVdYgg4gY1_9CuzpadPh00lYXme6VcEC82KRFMRTc8ghSYr7yPcu9GiRodNWcRNyhPn5Tn2ACuY3dnR23mbz44ulBpLKMOPdOfvQgwOHk7SlJYwY8qV4kgW7aYPzv-qIiyGdTXKwm/w400-h225/4080-Ernest-Hemingway-Quote-Happiness-in-intelligent-people-is-the.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">What else could still be left to be said?...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today was the birthday of the loneliest guy in this whole world: moi.</div></span><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-58557468919310123182023-10-05T16:47:00.004+01:002023-10-05T16:47:44.513+01:00• Me and you, in a couple of years ahead<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4HvSlH_Oq0BVYhfdJSXELldFAdgadYOz3Crz2M7-M7e8s3dlN0YG64kbxKjs36Ogkx-M_Y0HR9R1cGTrrm8EplxWK8GjMXIxApJ_n9udhqsLUuh4HaRklBwWcx_uR62gQmcH5ak3Xe9OXr5RzDFPge6-bxEjYtfB4QUOJ2hf9pPFU3XYAxg3Ci7crBWb/s1440/couple_1696517353188.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1142" height="503" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4HvSlH_Oq0BVYhfdJSXELldFAdgadYOz3Crz2M7-M7e8s3dlN0YG64kbxKjs36Ogkx-M_Y0HR9R1cGTrrm8EplxWK8GjMXIxApJ_n9udhqsLUuh4HaRklBwWcx_uR62gQmcH5ak3Xe9OXr5RzDFPge6-bxEjYtfB4QUOJ2hf9pPFU3XYAxg3Ci7crBWb/w318-h400/couple_1696517353188.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Há quem diga que esta imagem acima é bem forte. E há quem veja nesta uma certa melancolia no ar. Eu vejo um casal de velhinhos* que não deixam morrer a criança dentro de cada um deles.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">E vocês, caros leitores deste <i>blog</i>?… O que viram assim de sopetão mal puseram os olhos nesta imagem?… Partilhem a vossa particular visão nos comentários, por favor. </div></span>
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<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">* Casalinho que bem poderá ser eu e você um dia, seja lá onde você esteja neste momento. Se você também nutre a sua <i>inner child</i>, tal como o rapaz aqui.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-57418733452392223042023-09-18T17:29:00.003+01:002023-09-18T17:29:43.110+01:00• Tradição<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrVWsmscE76FOJvo-cddAAG4uYb43RTB02EmBTq1XWHSjVHDvqQGobK6VlrsK4W2_zDkvmULzWIHwdd5-3U3flJgU_697WyiWRkliavLnHk81VxoYEIe4upjIgtU-ClxbjYT6qgx8kaZP_QgNRhnaZOJLW7yFIXXxhRqjY8l707DdommDY38JBYDD22ry/s2560/tradition_FSFSQ-KWUAEuP0y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="2560" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrVWsmscE76FOJvo-cddAAG4uYb43RTB02EmBTq1XWHSjVHDvqQGobK6VlrsK4W2_zDkvmULzWIHwdd5-3U3flJgU_697WyiWRkliavLnHk81VxoYEIe4upjIgtU-ClxbjYT6qgx8kaZP_QgNRhnaZOJLW7yFIXXxhRqjY8l707DdommDY38JBYDD22ry/w400-h400/tradition_FSFSQ-KWUAEuP0y.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ou seja, só vale a pena manter o que está vivo. Naquilo que já sofreu de morte natural não vale a pena gastar as nossas energias.</span></div><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-10508492758484692612023-08-28T12:21:00.004+01:002023-08-28T12:21:55.728+01:00• Enigmático<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GbJLLei-TrxkpRdOvSvM3SVgHWA7Fg8gEvq8OUYzCGd9XU3uX6x1c0hY9dnJg2xPZwb4B4y6AglWbqIOmy9jeSyL5295EQSRL3e5hHDA11dIaGDt1rSerWv3BE1RTC9QNIisK5nHyCXX_Kb9Oqwpmn4Y03xw5CNKX7XHw8bmj0DAC0UWManIZG9QltO4/s799/capa.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="619" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GbJLLei-TrxkpRdOvSvM3SVgHWA7Fg8gEvq8OUYzCGd9XU3uX6x1c0hY9dnJg2xPZwb4B4y6AglWbqIOmy9jeSyL5295EQSRL3e5hHDA11dIaGDt1rSerWv3BE1RTC9QNIisK5nHyCXX_Kb9Oqwpmn4Y03xw5CNKX7XHw8bmj0DAC0UWManIZG9QltO4/w310-h400/capa.png" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Acima temos uma capa recente duma revista dinamarquesa de arquitectura, a RUM. Com uma foto duma cena à beira-mar, numa bonita praia. Que eu julgo conhecer onde é.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Talvez este elefante-escorrega não seja único. Talvez exista um outro, pelo menos, nalguma praia na Dinamarca. Porque aquele que eu conheço não é lá. É numa <a href="https://ideiasperegrinasoutalveznao.blogspot.com/2016/11/places-to-go-before-i-die-v.html" target="_blank">cidade</a> que ainda quero visitar um dia.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E quem sabe, fico lá a viver para todo o sempre.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-69005366931838972582023-07-18T09:41:00.002+01:002023-07-18T13:10:39.818+01:00• I'm a loser<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLGZA7GefQbQR4ZpcQ_ahMSsjDc2PAfsgetyIyGO6sUx6lGCYBNbZAtVL9V44lr53iMbZnoEg3aPi-NB4X4RmrXv7nl497_tpeCyjKVzc8JzyjHCMotTlvI928e925IRz3gRvyktFEe_IZIO4UOKnGKMTdhM19y4RiKKiMEZ37xrgFGvNynI3NgeNZcF_/s1120/Bookshelf-Envy_Get-Lit_Sabrina-Sanchez_EL.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1120" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLGZA7GefQbQR4ZpcQ_ahMSsjDc2PAfsgetyIyGO6sUx6lGCYBNbZAtVL9V44lr53iMbZnoEg3aPi-NB4X4RmrXv7nl497_tpeCyjKVzc8JzyjHCMotTlvI928e925IRz3gRvyktFEe_IZIO4UOKnGKMTdhM19y4RiKKiMEZ37xrgFGvNynI3NgeNZcF_/w400-h225/Bookshelf-Envy_Get-Lit_Sabrina-Sanchez_EL.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">No final do romance “<b>Os Maias</b>”, de Eça de Queirós, o <i>alter ego</i> deste autor, João da Ega, diz para o seu amigo Carlos Eduardo da Maia isto:</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">“Falhámos a vida, menino!…”</span></i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Esta tirada sempre me impressionou. Resumir duas existências ainda tão frescas a dois rotundos falhanços parece-me um enorme exagero. Mas era esse o sentimento com que o autor queria encerrar o romance. A modos que concluindo que falhar uma vida é muito fácil, se não estamos atentos.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Vou ser honesto comigo mesmo, em primeiro lugar. Eu também me sinto um falhado. E numa idade bem mais tardia. Não tenho outros bens senão uma vasta biblioteca. Não tenho casa nem carro próprios. E corro o risco de me tornar <i>homeless</i>. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Então se alguém fizer a fineza de me adoptar, assim como quem vai a um canil adoptar um cão velho que já ninguém quer, desta maneira vai estar a resgatar-me duma vida de falhanços.</span><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Mas apesar de tudo eu creio ter vários <i>skills</i> que poderiam ser bem aproveitados. E o conjunto desses vários <i>skills</i> que tenho são: reiki, reflexologia, escrita criativa, fotografia, recepção e gestão hoteleira, guia turístico, <i>design</i> gráfico, etc..</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Além de ser um falhado, para cúmulo na actual conjuntura também me encontro enfermo. E por isso idealmente quem eu mais almejaria que me adoptasse seria uma enfermeira* ou massagista ou alguém que tem prazer em cuidar dos outros e que também deixe que cuidem de si. Ou então que fosse uma <i>bookworm</i>.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Bom, mas afinal, a quem é que eu posso ser útil ainda? Ou por outra, de que modos é que eu posso acrescentar valor a outrém?…</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;">Meu ideal de companheira mulher, se tu sequer existes, no espaço deste mundo inteiro e no tempo actual em que ambos estamos vivendo, tu vais me querer a teu lado…</span></p>
<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"></p><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se queres saber como é ser amada por um deus** vivo.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se me podes fazer a caridade de deixares que te ame.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se precisas de ajuda para tratar dos animais e das plantações da tua quinta.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se és dona dum pequeno hotel rural ou de charme.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se te der jeito ter um guia turístico sempre à mão.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se queres que escreva a tua biografia.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se queres ter um bom <i>book</i> fotográfico, para guardar para a posteridade a tua beleza exterior, para além da interior.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se tiveres alguma missão para mim.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial;">Se te der jeito um cúmplice para tudo e mais alguma coisa.</span></li></ul><p></p>
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<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">* Nobre profissão, que eu admiro cada vez mais.</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">** Sim, é verdade, nem os deuses estão isentos de falhar. E podem sempre puxar pelo seu brio, ignorando intencionalmente as residuais probabilidades de não ter sucesso nos seus actos.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-20358167081875737422023-06-29T09:26:00.001+01:002023-06-29T09:26:34.248+01:00• Estou triste...<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fKYl02KeKElvq7kgDjbrY8vfAse4Ci50obkhCcyUu71m3yJs-H0o2aTK_eyRHiJAQFV4o1LIe5xandrD8aEgii6wY0OZP38gb_qHLOaJJTu-r4mXUlgaBxvLfIPZDwAN_YpCtC4NWjV9HdIvjtDatDFgponBqgjT3nLLz4aHOAThfS7_e9JzeigeDrb_/s4535/bra%CC%81ulio_cu98i4f4qqoqjpmjewz0.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2381" data-original-width="4535" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fKYl02KeKElvq7kgDjbrY8vfAse4Ci50obkhCcyUu71m3yJs-H0o2aTK_eyRHiJAQFV4o1LIe5xandrD8aEgii6wY0OZP38gb_qHLOaJJTu-r4mXUlgaBxvLfIPZDwAN_YpCtC4NWjV9HdIvjtDatDFgponBqgjT3nLLz4aHOAThfS7_e9JzeigeDrb_/w400-h210/bra%CC%81ulio_cu98i4f4qqoqjpmjewz0.png" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">O meu bráulio está doente e convalescendo. E mais não digo por ora, que isto quando acontece a um gajo é deveras desmoralizador…</span></div><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-43057317723631018022023-05-31T00:30:00.002+01:002023-05-31T08:57:28.053+01:00• How do they guess it?…<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1uEWjp5pPyha92wjq9Dc-cUq7HxeRrgBpGTQiAYlbmwrJ5OZ7Ju1ji3XJReCMZoZ_1M1tQ2NlcBXgVMgJ4eCle6c7GBo6siXeRgzAUDzmLRIt6LEqLlJI9-noldYmeR_mHKufbICOZ6-hKPN4-jtTfhGLwmfjW4gq-R6SLifnSpnM3NWRjvlDE5w3A/s1080/Netinha_1685468764681.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1uEWjp5pPyha92wjq9Dc-cUq7HxeRrgBpGTQiAYlbmwrJ5OZ7Ju1ji3XJReCMZoZ_1M1tQ2NlcBXgVMgJ4eCle6c7GBo6siXeRgzAUDzmLRIt6LEqLlJI9-noldYmeR_mHKufbICOZ6-hKPN4-jtTfhGLwmfjW4gq-R6SLifnSpnM3NWRjvlDE5w3A/w400-h400/Netinha_1685468764681.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">It’s official: all things are under their way to make a grandfather out of me by the end of this year.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">But this is the very first time I say it online. So…</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I believe these brand new and so called AI algorithms - that everybody talks about them, nowadays - started to have telepathic skills, as well. Because I’m being presented online with ads such as this one, at the top of this post.</span></div><p></p>
<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">And they guessed too the baby's gender !… <span style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">❤️</span></span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-32179733549816639452023-05-18T00:01:00.003+01:002023-05-18T00:04:21.114+01:00• Learn each other<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39SmviCz1Ek7gSlKKnShFXg_ofKrY1H-9jukoFLhZ3Q59De6aRzhwZvJUxMNUAaDYDrRb80XUgH77qI2Smzgir3CZXbiATyCQ-ppENSo1sMBNwDSF4MRDcxm2jp1GduHnYUMyBvB_c2NaE1-tbbfz7ZGXmYGkCc2YtcNWPeGpP0D2nm2aiIWG-voifg/s1564/learn%20her.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1564" data-original-width="1044" height="597" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39SmviCz1Ek7gSlKKnShFXg_ofKrY1H-9jukoFLhZ3Q59De6aRzhwZvJUxMNUAaDYDrRb80XUgH77qI2Smzgir3CZXbiATyCQ-ppENSo1sMBNwDSF4MRDcxm2jp1GduHnYUMyBvB_c2NaE1-tbbfz7ZGXmYGkCc2YtcNWPeGpP0D2nm2aiIWG-voifg/w268-h400/learn%20her.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I always enjoy when I see such pictures as this one above… And I feel I have to share them in this blog. Because of the alleged words of wisdom these contain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This time, however, all this mambo-jumbo seems like a user’s manual about women for men. And/or the opposite. Or both.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whatever!… It’s kinda pretty. Graphically speaking, at the least. And there’s always a few souls that can improve themselves by reading these words and thinking about it. If they can.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not me. Too obvious. Been there, done that. Ever since I know myself.</div></span>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-8736666222475521422023-04-18T17:27:00.012+01:002023-09-29T18:15:44.228+01:00• I'm an open book<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG70oH8FOval7Nkzs_1lk1tmCokmGoFzYbYQd-XOT2XZJChWQFCQObsZVWafTzHUo2vj8oIqsw0zvdmZ9GE9Zyo5flBOIZJ_zPhwcjvvRsfFoCe8COtyuyks7SOPHjac8KVbSJsXsEkHlZolCfz5iEv33XKPep9yqcXU5sug-CnBLuzuymG3wEFaw5A/s1080/open%20book_4XlX5321.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG70oH8FOval7Nkzs_1lk1tmCokmGoFzYbYQd-XOT2XZJChWQFCQObsZVWafTzHUo2vj8oIqsw0zvdmZ9GE9Zyo5flBOIZJ_zPhwcjvvRsfFoCe8COtyuyks7SOPHjac8KVbSJsXsEkHlZolCfz5iEv33XKPep9yqcXU5sug-CnBLuzuymG3wEFaw5A/w400-h400/open%20book_4XlX5321.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Em tugalandês, esta citação* acima seria mais ou menos assim:</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><i>“Sou um livro aberto numa cultura vigente em que ninguém lê a ponta dum corno”</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Isto é uma bela descrição do que eu sou, se me definisse numa única frase. Afinal, sou um <i>blogger</i> há quase catorze anos e tenho cada vez menos pessoas que me seguem p’ra valer. Que têm interesse em ler os meus dislates. E menos ainda a escrever quaisquer comentários nos meus três <i>blogs</i>.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Esta coisa do <i>blogging</i> já há muito que passou de moda. O povinho quer é devorar toda e qualquer porcaria de alegados “<i>content creators</i>”, tais como <i>youtubers</i> e <i>influencers</i> no Instagram.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAv2H64ug9FLHkq9y0gJt6mogG506thgcb6Soq5SZPmX4n_iAlEEzGqEjadOXlrKsrAdDVUYd_sD1O94xZIAexLR5nvOekNNArOf4xgvz8JixP1SfbRizayLlptq_5l_6Ggd_c-nhwYyzFQaVE8totrTQL1NNcaZC_Dh79uzGTUUoyvFYk21COAemwA/s606/sexy%20poet_71pIuVRWRNL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="606" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglAv2H64ug9FLHkq9y0gJt6mogG506thgcb6Soq5SZPmX4n_iAlEEzGqEjadOXlrKsrAdDVUYd_sD1O94xZIAexLR5nvOekNNArOf4xgvz8JixP1SfbRizayLlptq_5l_6Ggd_c-nhwYyzFQaVE8totrTQL1NNcaZC_Dh79uzGTUUoyvFYk21COAemwA/w200-h174/sexy%20poet_71pIuVRWRNL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eu vou vagueando por aqui, apenas na dimensão da escrita. É que, bem vistas as coisas, também não tenho guito para muito mais do que isto.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Até podia exercitar e expôr mais os meus </span><i style="font-family: arial;">skills,</i><span style="font-family: arial;"> ou melhor, o meu engenho e arte como fotógrafo amador. Só que ultimamente não tenho tido sucesso a cativar pessoas para serem meus modelos e fazem assim sessões, das quais poderiam nascer uns belos </span><i style="font-family: arial;">portfolios</i><span style="font-family: arial;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas um dia, qual uma fénix, ainda vou renascer das cinzas. De resto, já renasci tanta vez…</span></div><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">________________________________________________</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">* Já agora, as palavras desta dita citação são devidas a um senhor de sua graça <b>J. Warren Welch</b>.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-66784758977329517012023-04-10T19:49:00.000+01:002023-04-10T19:49:06.014+01:00• Trapped<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6L6xA_fmJ3VWKihPUqW6ZEzne6CzYfBLrVCOEMyDYKpnx3ZkuOWxbO5CBUgF-KZnwvUXmOXfywU9KnkNUoqCGbbBWH0c4Uu_rZot6mhvGDAkHL4oLnOG6EyO2QsyYahNi5BYl4qPsj6NH32iURT9WywA08y2r2al-ukcYqzgmgjIlkwoSQvE65j243w/s640/Trapped.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6L6xA_fmJ3VWKihPUqW6ZEzne6CzYfBLrVCOEMyDYKpnx3ZkuOWxbO5CBUgF-KZnwvUXmOXfywU9KnkNUoqCGbbBWH0c4Uu_rZot6mhvGDAkHL4oLnOG6EyO2QsyYahNi5BYl4qPsj6NH32iURT9WywA08y2r2al-ukcYqzgmgjIlkwoSQvE65j243w/w400-h268/Trapped.png" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I’m always truly damn eager to be in a relationship once again. To have someone by my side. Just the way I had when it was this blessed year of <a href="https://giuseppepietriniapresidente.blogspot.com/2015/09/noi-due.html" target="_blank">2015</a>. After all, I’m a good guy and I deserve that luck. But…</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As everyone else, I have some pros and cons. My biggest handicap currently is to be trapped in a mission. I have to <a href=" https://giuseppepietriniapresidente.blogspot.com/2023/01/eu-cuidador-informal.html" target="_blank">take care of my old mother</a>. So, I'm not totally free.</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">And anyone who might want to be in my life will have to submit herself to share this mission along with me for the next years to come. I surely would appreciate that kind of help a lot. And I would host that woman in my house forever, no matter what would happen between us. Because she would become part of my family just for that help.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Only thing is... I don't </span><span style="font-family: arial;">believe that there will ever exist any person that would accept such conditions, as the ones I don't have any choice but to live this way.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-40545668497959719172023-03-08T00:06:00.000+00:002023-03-08T00:06:10.113+00:00• Kansainvälinen Naistenpäivä<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfeIEQ6oXL0BxLNXcn10dylR-6-Ny0NSyRzTxvK0Xbq7KjK4OAkDd-hC_D9OPyARGjBe46q0n46xKNvMEEi2lgg3s7B5aPaaP0LZXVwU8fS-CCbAG4OXaJ-pk-y19733cjoUv_1VfDqVusX_uTAilkpRxsCuVqXERhXzqfoiBQxDCxtGe1op39RGsTPw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2730" data-original-width="4096" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfeIEQ6oXL0BxLNXcn10dylR-6-Ny0NSyRzTxvK0Xbq7KjK4OAkDd-hC_D9OPyARGjBe46q0n46xKNvMEEi2lgg3s7B5aPaaP0LZXVwU8fS-CCbAG4OXaJ-pk-y19733cjoUv_1VfDqVusX_uTAilkpRxsCuVqXERhXzqfoiBQxDCxtGe1op39RGsTPw=w400-h266" width="400" /></a></div><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-38250112605519512722023-02-26T16:34:00.002+00:002023-02-26T16:45:32.867+00:00• Travessia do deserto<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZQiWOsPrEQ9vSa99DsQbFCfLsg9TfBesfV7704uAXoGiMswBZ3QZz2M0yEqbb1GDkZj3c4AqiwAUMj7t4bexg7oe5LwHLBW9S3XLBgzc5toHJFnm6tV6VTC7hCXrEtW_ukB16QThrynCVM-uZJxhGxvNxbj6xEXx8YmhQfdbfhUYsAG_cIVBXwAxrA/s1170/deserto-1170x501.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="1170" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZQiWOsPrEQ9vSa99DsQbFCfLsg9TfBesfV7704uAXoGiMswBZ3QZz2M0yEqbb1GDkZj3c4AqiwAUMj7t4bexg7oe5LwHLBW9S3XLBgzc5toHJFnm6tV6VTC7hCXrEtW_ukB16QThrynCVM-uZJxhGxvNxbj6xEXx8YmhQfdbfhUYsAG_cIVBXwAxrA/w400-h171/deserto-1170x501.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nunca mais acaba esta minha travessia do deserto, que se encetou no primeiro dia deste maldito ano…</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E como estou num deserto, ninguém me ouve. Embora isto seja um texto que se encontra alojado no dito ciberespaço, na <i>World Wide Web</i>, onde todo um universo de indivíduos poderia esbarrar com este, o facto é que... <i>No one cares</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Este <i>post</i> - ou mesmo este <i>blog</i> inteiro, bem como os outros dois da minha autoria - não é mais do que uma <i>message in a bottle</i> que vai boiando no meio dum imenso oceano.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">E já agora, a estúpida guerra que se iniciou há um ano na Ucrânia também não tem um fim à vista. E isso é que ainda é mais chato do que a minha situação pessoal. Muito mais.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tantas existências que estão ainda mais lixadas do que a minha... E eu p'ráqui a queixar-me...</span></div><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-21472332764874250852023-01-31T19:44:00.003+00:002023-01-31T19:52:56.589+00:00• Eu, cuidador informal<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBz1HqgQrgPEH1ZUwLi_NhsNXEqJ54dXckBkeDfGxXCPRSDJhG6hOBnLHDLA33ewd-4OX0WiIel-uioTRa-B7pjVzw259K-cPIKSqRTcImCzbL4QzZTiQuJ7wwWls7uFWOFvUgXUoYDG8Z4RQ_LUF-kn9HDacIFBwVPRq3CA_wdouybZWCfSmAxqWd7g/s612/istockphoto-842477412-612x612.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="612" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBz1HqgQrgPEH1ZUwLi_NhsNXEqJ54dXckBkeDfGxXCPRSDJhG6hOBnLHDLA33ewd-4OX0WiIel-uioTRa-B7pjVzw259K-cPIKSqRTcImCzbL4QzZTiQuJ7wwWls7uFWOFvUgXUoYDG8Z4RQ_LUF-kn9HDacIFBwVPRq3CA_wdouybZWCfSmAxqWd7g/w400-h400/istockphoto-842477412-612x612.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">No primeiro dia desta porra deste ano novo eu tinha uma missão como motorista de turismo. Que consistia em levar um grupo de quatro turistas <i>yankees</i> dum hotel em Lisboa para outro no Porto. Missão esta que não me apetecia lá muito cumprir. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Algo ocorreu que me impediu de levar a cabo esta viagem que me consumiria largas horas do meu tempo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">E que me fez retornar - bem mais cedo do que previa - a outra missão, a de ser cuidador informal da minha progenitora*. À qual me vi coagido a me dedicar na prática quase em exclusivo até hoje, neste <i>boring</i> mês de <a href="https://cidadaniarasca.blogspot.com/2023/01/janeiro.html" target="_blank">Janeiro</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ao fim de todos estes dias sinto-me resignado e tarimbado neste dever filial. Afinal, é coisa que pode vir a calhar a cada um de nós mortais, mais dia menos dia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cá me tenho desenrascado e nada mal, digo eu. <i>Sin embargo</i>, se pudesse contar com alguma ajuda de quem se quisesse voluntariar para ser não uma <i>baby sitter</i> mas antes uma <i>elderly sitter</i> por umas horitas... De modo a que eu pudesse desopilar de quando em vez…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Que eu hei-de retribuir esse favor de alguma maneira com alguns dos meus préstimos, virtudes e qualidades de excepção.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alguém por aí, que esteja a ler estas linhas de texto toscas, que me faça esta caridade?…</div></span>
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<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">* Que é assim que eu designo a senhora minha mãe.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-57286665340858284732022-12-31T14:01:00.000+00:002022-12-31T14:01:42.601+00:00• Felix Novus Annus 2023<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAKW4Y4fYaKXrKE6Fkq3k_xx7zEFAxsy8mCTk0cWwwCUkexArjPskAp7GxdRqCMCQGiHlikEa5H1cpVjR4MmOc8RuYAVKFIQtiutI5d5ifjSVumtEPsA2hAXDJOvAb3qMP8EvtzdZxAwLXjFpkJgwxQJ4YMWlk2f8KAFpVgZ56Qm8wj_x9rXjGeIHAA/s840/happy-new-year-ukraine-flag-inside-happy-new-year-ukraine-flag-inside-illustration-happy-new-year-numerals-ukraine-flag-256724832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="840" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAKW4Y4fYaKXrKE6Fkq3k_xx7zEFAxsy8mCTk0cWwwCUkexArjPskAp7GxdRqCMCQGiHlikEa5H1cpVjR4MmOc8RuYAVKFIQtiutI5d5ifjSVumtEPsA2hAXDJOvAb3qMP8EvtzdZxAwLXjFpkJgwxQJ4YMWlk2f8KAFpVgZ56Qm8wj_x9rXjGeIHAA/w400-h276/happy-new-year-ukraine-flag-inside-happy-new-year-ukraine-flag-inside-illustration-happy-new-year-numerals-ukraine-flag-256724832.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que este <b>Ano Novo</b> que aí vem seja o da <b>paz</b> na <b>Ucrânia</b>. E que o famoso <i>Russian Bear</i> deixe de ser urso!...<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Que aqueles russos absurdos que apoiam esta guerra - que não são todos, felizmente - deixem de ser estúpidos e cobardes. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Estúpidos porque os países ocidentais não são uma ameaça para eles. Pelo contrário, vinham sendo - ao longo das últimas décadas depois da queda do Muro de Berlin - cada vez mais e melhores parceiros económicos. E agora essas parcerias vão demorar muito tempo a serem reactadas.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Cobardes porque fazer uma guerra à distância lançando <i>rockets</i>, mísseis e <i>drones</i> sobre tudo e todos, sobre alvos indiscriminados, só porque se possui montes desses brinquedos... Isto demonstra valentia nula. Zero coragem. Cagunça a granel.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Vai ser difícil que David vença Golias uma vez mais. A não ser que este Golias moscovita caia por si mesmo de podre e caduco.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tantas espécies em vias de extinção que há por aí… Oxalá que chegue a vez de todo e qualquer <i>homo belicista vulgaris</i>.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-20049684164306605782022-11-28T17:35:00.040+00:002022-11-28T18:03:44.912+00:00• Take a chance...<span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://youtu.be/hS24_KW0thM"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://youtu.be/hS24_KW0thM"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rSFKqKvrRSPTQHgtu2ZGl2lR0R6Bnb1Vx6gCNgntqAdaV-2890YzB9CdtgS3GT_fZIk7eFA0H66O8njR09jmDzJ6Osi4a57aU3_rMiU0u9lGYY1Mq14aVRWgAVpons7Z7r5Wh2v6zmONHOdT87YnX15n_x97xRi_9H3mXlL5BnYglQ8mPBdLOUHZrQ/s960/take-a-risk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="956" data-original-width="960" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rSFKqKvrRSPTQHgtu2ZGl2lR0R6Bnb1Vx6gCNgntqAdaV-2890YzB9CdtgS3GT_fZIk7eFA0H66O8njR09jmDzJ6Osi4a57aU3_rMiU0u9lGYY1Mq14aVRWgAVpons7Z7r5Wh2v6zmONHOdT87YnX15n_x97xRi_9H3mXlL5BnYglQ8mPBdLOUHZrQ/w400-h399/take-a-risk.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><a href="https://youtu.be/hS24_KW0thM" target="_blank">Isto</a></b> sou eu a fazer o que se chama, em termos técnicos, “<i>atirar barro à parede, a ver se pega</i>”.</div></span>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-46815165740518854242022-10-29T19:08:00.001+01:002022-10-29T19:08:39.133+01:00• A unicorn<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgB68r5tLnSb2koHB-aUmHkT5YZlffOUWh7pjjRt6_tNTMmrbtKdOoXlg-0iPBbs2PErRS-Cek6v8YgSKlH3RaFbNFXYC_dQQ6VzqYROxF7rPl8ix5s5EUi2B3eVatmBK7yOE6CCHXDAasVKZ-bH1od4fZBFmc8b1ufbc7gcyu9Uu--0p5XmUNFleuJQ/s720/unicorn_rute_mendonca_vasconcellos_269742561_315828773683514_4361345624848431607_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgB68r5tLnSb2koHB-aUmHkT5YZlffOUWh7pjjRt6_tNTMmrbtKdOoXlg-0iPBbs2PErRS-Cek6v8YgSKlH3RaFbNFXYC_dQQ6VzqYROxF7rPl8ix5s5EUi2B3eVatmBK7yOE6CCHXDAasVKZ-bH1od4fZBFmc8b1ufbc7gcyu9Uu--0p5XmUNFleuJQ/w400-h400/unicorn_rute_mendonca_vasconcellos_269742561_315828773683514_4361345624848431607_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">That’s what I am. A beautiful unicorn. A lonesome one, too. And today it’s my solemn birthday.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I’m getting really old. And wasted by the years. 62 y.o.. Still full of tenderness and kindness to give to other souls, although. But without any target whatsoever to deliver them for real. In real life.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Maybe this is the way us unicorns have to deal with our destiny, I guess… And stay nevertheless happy and grateful to the universe.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-33064904325655453222022-09-28T11:08:00.000+01:002022-09-28T11:08:04.434+01:00• Afectos<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHHOykhwi5jfc1bvng4QLoXCbKAyBBntPsoFpo9I2YqOEzqUDuCPCBbf-gBBe-l-a3znIbBR1FJu_0Cbe7WbydV5ZpZNLN7Bisb-bBqIIf0GV9SCbcOxMJHtMSdjhyeYu86QpkdgK8Zvso-jAg1TXJhtSOIHRpqTpuRKnV3tr9Zf_TK83J0A5rmMGlw/s1200/abrac%CC%A7o-1200x800.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHHOykhwi5jfc1bvng4QLoXCbKAyBBntPsoFpo9I2YqOEzqUDuCPCBbf-gBBe-l-a3znIbBR1FJu_0Cbe7WbydV5ZpZNLN7Bisb-bBqIIf0GV9SCbcOxMJHtMSdjhyeYu86QpkdgK8Zvso-jAg1TXJhtSOIHRpqTpuRKnV3tr9Zf_TK83J0A5rmMGlw/w400-h266/abrac%CC%A7o-1200x800.png" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Há muita falta de afectos neste mundo. E talvez estejamos a nos habituar a viver sem esse bem.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Bem, falo por mim. Creio que me vou tornar num eremita um dia destes. E assim acabar esta actual existência terrena.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas de todo modo ainda não desisti de procurar quem me queira. De quem deseje a minha companhia e de usufruir do todo que tenho para dar ou aportar aos outros. Do meu saber acumulado. Do carinho que ainda for capaz de verter.</span></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-23937635352071456902022-08-26T23:41:00.000+01:002022-08-26T23:41:07.228+01:00• Am I blessed too?…<p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bJ4Ctjt_UwJX39yZ_KsvYd7oewbtnJzYkpENtfoFfSKBDi2ByBnziu5F02KdO9xGrbD48lgaerO2WJARYkp3733_Dxxd-y4VHfErKKL3R4XOI-EOXy78kf69R07AYNwuXGhiEXlWgsfLvJ5h5uKoC1uE6y1dthT8fy4UzCONIrx5tUbazw59kiAOeg/s736/Blessed%20are%20they_FBcaqRSWQA0r6PF.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="480" height="613" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bJ4Ctjt_UwJX39yZ_KsvYd7oewbtnJzYkpENtfoFfSKBDi2ByBnziu5F02KdO9xGrbD48lgaerO2WJARYkp3733_Dxxd-y4VHfErKKL3R4XOI-EOXy78kf69R07AYNwuXGhiEXlWgsfLvJ5h5uKoC1uE6y1dthT8fy4UzCONIrx5tUbazw59kiAOeg/w261-h400/Blessed%20are%20they_FBcaqRSWQA0r6PF.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I do see beauty on other people. When those poor souls are not even able to see it on themselves.</div></span><p></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505978855628035794.post-92033933998167370612022-07-26T00:30:00.004+01:002022-07-26T00:30:00.189+01:00• Chemistry<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWRsly9kPlVM5wwDHxLpbFnpApYGMmDwPUD0hV6VavrYqUjqugZjaO4qVlgCXglphuJgzn-ZvWTYKFetK0xZUe-oCYg4TcRrNd8kWjiiGQLwvKmJLZ4WHe65h7Wj_5fT91HUWP9T20n96So9Iwl4L2lUJCgySNhceP5TE2_03HnezIiIn7lEL9W9XwQ/s1170/Chemistry_6nvgx6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="1170" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWRsly9kPlVM5wwDHxLpbFnpApYGMmDwPUD0hV6VavrYqUjqugZjaO4qVlgCXglphuJgzn-ZvWTYKFetK0xZUe-oCYg4TcRrNd8kWjiiGQLwvKmJLZ4WHe65h7Wj_5fT91HUWP9T20n96So9Iwl4L2lUJCgySNhceP5TE2_03HnezIiIn7lEL9W9XwQ/w400-h250/Chemistry_6nvgx6.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /></p>Giuseppe Pietrinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845850166993594977noreply@blogger.com0