tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52866127516455992722024-03-19T01:21:20.700-03:00Wagner SarchisLascas da Vida, Pequenas peças que ela nos prega!Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-4501199981426485002011-12-18T20:51:00.000-02:002017-03-07T09:50:14.618-03:00Sorriso<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Um dia o amigo e advogado Ivo Cunha, uma pessoa especial,
tomou a iniciativa de presentear algumas crianças no final de ano, vizinhas do
sitio de seu sogro.</div>
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Passados 12 anos isso se transformou numa festa aguardada o
ano todo pelas mais de 180 crianças de agora.</div>
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Com a ajuda de uma assistente social que atende ao bairro do
Náutico, onde fica o sitio, as crianças são cadastradas, recebem uma senha e
comparecem à festa pra receber seus presentes, comer e beber à vontade e
sorrir, sem limites.</div>
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A idade limite para receber os presentes é de 12 anos, mas
todos os familiares são recebidos para festejar junto com a gente.</div>
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Empresários, amigos de Ivo, e Gerson Guilhermino, seu sócio colaboram com a festa.</div>
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A Duduxo participa há 7 anos.</div>
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Um momento de entrega, de comunhão com a essência da vida.</div>
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Hoje foram servidos pão de queijo, (claro!!), Icegurt,
refrigerante e cachorro quente, sem limites!!!</div>
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Toda criança até 12 anos recebe um kit de presentes,
diferenciados para meninas e meninos. Depois são sorteadas bikes (esse ano
foram 13) e mais presentes (esse ano foram 60). Ninguém sai de mão abanando e
todos saem com um sorriso enorme estampado.</div>
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Não estou postando isso para fazer promoção pessoal, mas sim
na esperança de despertar nas pessoas a consciência de que com muito pouco
podemos fazer muito.</div>
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Muitos presentes que as crianças receberam serão os únicos neste
natal.</div>
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Isso toca fundo a gente.</div>
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Isso faz a gente repensar nossas prioridades.</div>
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A festa aconteceu hoje.</div>
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Meu coração está em festa.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Discutindo a melhor posição das bikes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As meninas servindo Icegurt</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meu socio Flavio, num mar de gente!</td></tr>
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<br />Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-69151034151839829942011-12-09T21:51:00.001-02:002011-12-10T13:55:05.656-02:00Velho Mundo<br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 47px;">lá estava eu de novo, caminhando por aquelas ruas com paralelepípedos
incrivelmente simétricos, quase que totalmente recobertas pelas folhas douradas
do outono, varridas pelo vento gélido que anunciava a chegada do inverno.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 47px;"> Caminhar por aquelas ruas centenárias como um completo desconhecido traz uma sensação difícil de explicar. Um misto de euforia e surpresa, pelo que vai chegar na próxima esquina que virar. E havia muitas esquinas...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 47px;"> Os sons nada familiares, dos idiomas, das folhas em queda, das gaivotas tagarelas em plena cidade, de nossos próprios corações num compasso diferente nos<span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">faziam ingressar em uma dimensão fora de nossa realidade, muito além dos ventos tropicais.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 47px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Os eternos monumentos da humanidade continuam lá, apesar dos séculos, e nos viram passar. Torres, pontes, museus, grandes relógios, avenidas que nasceram em triunfo , lugares que viram de perto a história da humanidade ser criada.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 47px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> As fotos são nossas testemunhas silenciosas, os momentos, nossas melhores lembranças e essas lembranças ficarão para sempre, como a história desses lugares.</span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liège, fui por minha amiga Liège!</td></tr>
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Stuttgart, Alemanha, e nossa amiga que nos deu carona, filha de brasileira.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wurzburg. A cerveja gelava na janela!</td></tr>
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As fotos não estão na ordem de nosso roteiroWagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-19913864639020378712011-11-20T20:30:00.001-02:002011-11-20T20:56:10.270-02:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Há exatos 30 anos atrás eu pisava pela primeira vez no velho mundo. Ele já era velho.</div>
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Eu com 21 anos me deslumbrei com um mundo totalmente diferente daquele no qual sempre vivi. Vi maravilhas da tecnologia daquela época (imagine, máquinas que soltavam latas de refrigerante em troca de uma moeda...), vi a organização, o povo bem vestido, educado, as ruas limpas, sem cachorros vadios nem pedintes. Arranhei meu inglês obtido num livrinho de inglês para viagem. Não morri de fome.</div>
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Era eu e eu. Não tinha descendentes, meu futuro era incerto, a saudade do Brasil e de quem eu lá deixei imperava.</div>
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Quando pisei de novo no Brasil, e encontrei todas as pessoas queridas me esperando no aeroporto, com camisas pintadas e tudo mais, eu vi que não importava o quanto o velho mundo fosse adiantado. Não importavam as ruas limpas, nem nada, porque aí, no solo do Brasil, é que era o meu lugar.</div>
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Ao subir a serra de Petrópolis depois de uma ano longe eu fiquei feliz em chorar. Não havia verde como aquele, em nenhum lugar!</div>
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E aí eu plantei minhas sementes, de sonhos que hoje são realidades.</div>
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Hoje eu volto a cumprimentar o velho mundo, depois de tanto tempo nem parece que tanta coisa mudou.</div>
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De novo mesmo meus filhos, aquelas tais sementes, hoje estão aqui.</div>
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Thanius veio há um ano atrás. Thales veio comigo. De quebra trouxe Pillar!</div>
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Dizer que estou realizado não deveria, isso tira a vontade de ir mais e mais. </div>
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Talvez eu diga que os sonhos se tornaram realidade e que falta muito pouco pra sonhar!</div>
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Os tempos frios de ultimamente não estavam permitindo que enfrentássemos as trilhas. E bastou dizer que a primavera chegou que o pessoal tirou a poeira das bikes e colocou os pneus na estrada.</div>
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E quem diria, para um sábado foi uma surpresa a adesão em massa. Foram 18 pedalantes, e o mais interessante, quase a metade garotas!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;">A turma toda reunida na largada no posto do Parque da Lajinha.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flavio, eu e Matheus, esse último, de volta depois de anos!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Parte da turma. Leandro a esquerda, com seu inconfundível dedinho!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mais uma parte do grupo. Olha a Erika de vermelho e preto,<br />
3 meses depois do nascimento do seu 3° baby!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matheus arrastou a Mariana, que pra surpresa de todos disse que volta!</td></tr>
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<br />Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-63737405410153275752011-08-20T00:17:00.001-03:002011-08-20T00:21:45.207-03:00The Photos Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jainer, amigão, apontando na direção de Ibitipoca!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By Liège, minha amiga de longe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eu e eles. Thales, eu e Thanius. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cabo Frio clicado pela Tchele....amo!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eu e meu mundo, e nada mais!</td></tr>
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Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-77888144533688103042011-08-17T19:04:00.000-03:002011-08-17T19:04:46.705-03:00Vida<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;">Wagner Sarchis</span>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-9026116742108616542011-08-08T18:35:00.004-03:002011-08-08T20:52:17.944-03:00Lasquinhas da vida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">DESAFIO DAS ESTEIRAS</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">sábado 6 de agosto 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Parque Halfeld</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Juiz de Fora</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVDn0YJoU1UIx7xuo6nv-Zk68FKCacKV0e7fqQVLzgb8CoPnCwDTeZYEjGj00-5WMmWlvBUQysVKobgYN6wTJKbEs2WTcg_ifhIRkWVaZ0-M2rdGoc0wg0P6MR9FcCfZXd24JHWkOvgc/s1600/esteira_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxVDn0YJoU1UIx7xuo6nv-Zk68FKCacKV0e7fqQVLzgb8CoPnCwDTeZYEjGj00-5WMmWlvBUQysVKobgYN6wTJKbEs2WTcg_ifhIRkWVaZ0-M2rdGoc0wg0P6MR9FcCfZXd24JHWkOvgc/s320/esteira_2.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">NIVER DO TON</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">sábado 6 de agosto 2011</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Barbosa Lage</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Juiz de Fora</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhux4f4hUJ2tyeL3jOPz2CtXD5naqYF3f6odkWVg8MaQMJciWtPOzSTxsu6JNS_CBByMolgqFo8CGe_92PVXxgPdvW8st9_wlVl6_zvfWkiQohyphenhyphencQk2OdmJTSmJqvg97DoWW8C0WeE-kvo/s1600/ton_d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhux4f4hUJ2tyeL3jOPz2CtXD5naqYF3f6odkWVg8MaQMJciWtPOzSTxsu6JNS_CBByMolgqFo8CGe_92PVXxgPdvW8st9_wlVl6_zvfWkiQohyphenhyphencQk2OdmJTSmJqvg97DoWW8C0WeE-kvo/s400/ton_d.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-78504173942208882702011-07-20T12:50:00.000-03:002011-07-20T12:50:27.746-03:00Amigo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCnfSsv0OTtDq8XeGFmKRXkKuUGcALbXlxLy5PD3JWns4KO_qaDi8gOaKBij0nw6Ykrg_uLrPpMUdV7N1nb-TYUwV21CgZfSe2SEVt_r3lRNy-rcErvmay7ZrKVttH_vm67SxutOd7Z4/s1600/snoopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCnfSsv0OTtDq8XeGFmKRXkKuUGcALbXlxLy5PD3JWns4KO_qaDi8gOaKBij0nw6Ykrg_uLrPpMUdV7N1nb-TYUwV21CgZfSe2SEVt_r3lRNy-rcErvmay7ZrKVttH_vm67SxutOd7Z4/s400/snoopy.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Amigo é amigo! Não se define, você o sabe.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Não há medida pra amigo, não há prazo de validade. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Amigo é atemporal. </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Amigo é aquele que você tem vontade de estar sempre junto,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Sem explicação.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Amigo já vem pronto, você não molda.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Amigo é tudo de bom</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>e melhor que amigo só mesmo um abraço de amigo!</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Aos meus amigos de verdade, estejam onde estiver,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Feliz dia do Amigo!</b></span></div>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-74527609452075590202011-07-15T18:34:00.004-03:002011-07-15T18:41:54.000-03:00Somos loucos por bike...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Era uma vez um bando de malucos, nem mais que meia dúzia, que acorda cedo num sábado, que pula da cama e não reclama.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Era uma vez um bando de loucos, que encara a estrada, que monta suas máquinas desmotorizadas e parte em busca de sonhos, de sensações indescritíveis, de emoções inexplicáveis.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Era uma vez um lugar apelidado de “Vale dos Búfalos Barrigudos”.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Era uma vez um conto de fantasias, que torna real nossos sonhos, que faz valer a pena a vida.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eu sou louco! (Lá atrás os búfalos Barrigudos e o seu vale)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Josy não bate bem...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wagner tem um parafuso a menos</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leandro é pirado!</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Somos loucos, alucinados, por emoção, por amizade, por verde, por ar puro, por bikes, por coisas simples que a vida nos dá e cobra muito pouco por isso.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">E por isso somos assim, e por isso somos felizes assim.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Este dia fantástico aconteceu assim: Saimos de Juiz de Fora por volta de 8 da manhã. Fomos até Lima Duarte de carro. Começamos o pedal por volta de 9:30h. Fizemos 17 km de asfalto, pegamos uma estrada de terra, paramos pra comer pastel de R$ 0,70, pegamos uma estrada secundária, depois trilhas abertas, trilhas fechadas, locais desertos, vale dos búfalos, subidas infernais, descidas estonteantes, visuais sem igual.<br />
Pedalamos um total de 58 km mas pareceram 80km.<br />
Retornamos a Lima Duarte por volta de 16h.<br />
Paz de espírito, higiene mental, cansaço, alegria de viver.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Como diz o filósofo Leandro Bissolli: "Os bons garotos vão para o céu, nós os bikers, vamos a qualquer lugar."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Thank's life! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Os momentos daquele 9 de janeiro ficaram gravados nas fotos, nas nossas mentes e em nossos corações.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Houve descida escorregando na cachoeira, teve machucado com curativo improvisado com a camisa da Cris. Teve muito barro e teve balsa que não atravessou o rio. A volta não foi nada fácil. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Pouco mais de 2 anos depois as fotos não mostraram mais as mesmas pessoas. Remanescentes daquele dia éramos apenas eu, Leandro e Thales. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">A turma daquele 25 de janeiro de 2009. Andre, Thales, Jainer, Gabriela, Cris, Elaine e Eu. Leandro clicou! O Thanius tambem foi, mas não aparece na foto!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">Gabi, Cris, Thanius, Elaine, Andre e Jainer fizeram falta. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Outros personagens apresentaram o espetáculo de ontem.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Não houve manga “roubada” na beira da estrada, barro também não tinha e a balsa dessa vez funcionou.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Foram muitas as lembranças de um tempo que não volta mais, mas o tempo não para, e vamos seguindo em frente, por onde a vida nos levar.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Os novos protagonistas. Dos dois primeiros a esquerda da foto não guardei o nome. Depois: Thales, Nando Zambrano, Wagner meu xará, Eu, Denise, Ramon, Max, Flavio, Herberth, PC, Marcelo, Josy e Betinho. De novo Leandro ficou de fora, ele que bateu a foto.</span></span></td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ontem o grupo foi bem maior. Éramos 15 bikers rompendo a manhã com seu sol preguiçoso de um domingo onde Juiz de Fora se despedia de Itamar Franco, enquanto nos despedíamos dos carros, das buzinas, e íamos sentir o cheiro do mato, lavar nossas almas com água de mina, nos lambuzar de ar puro, nos empanturrar de verde, nos fartar de amizade! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><u>HÁ DOIS ANOS ATRÁS</u> (domingo, 25 de janeiro de 2009)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">A balsa afundada! Jainer e Leandro com sorriso amarelo...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">Havia muito barro. Cris que o diga!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">Era verão e deu até pra curtir um tobogã na cachoeira. Gabi e eu.</span></td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><u>2 ANOS DEPOIS</u> (domingo, 03 de julho de 2011)</o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: small;">Teve asfalto com vistas deslumbrantes...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Não teve Max?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> </span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Teve filho e pai...</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Mas não teve barro não, a Josy gostou.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Mas teve balsa dessa vez, teve sim senhor!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Justa homenagem ao Leandro que bateu as fotos em 2009</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Não podia faltar o tradicional pão com mortadela</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">...nem a alegria de um domingo com os amigos do pedal!!!</span></td></tr>
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</o:p></div>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-89093174505925127712011-06-28T13:08:00.002-03:002011-06-28T13:09:25.472-03:00Shadows<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;">Minhas sombras me levam onde quero ir...</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxF6jl6Bp78jizAdveKnuCsN14SFXGF5AaxkSVyu_boeHMTZjt-qy9KNaOZzHR_Tt-EKfv4U52P0IVYd-bjG6Lib0lvClPV653QxOXqehv5eTNH0SNbIcJ_eNU0n-4BunIgPzVOynwA5Y/s1600/bike_x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxF6jl6Bp78jizAdveKnuCsN14SFXGF5AaxkSVyu_boeHMTZjt-qy9KNaOZzHR_Tt-EKfv4U52P0IVYd-bjG6Lib0lvClPV653QxOXqehv5eTNH0SNbIcJ_eNU0n-4BunIgPzVOynwA5Y/s400/bike_x.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Foto clicada pelo Thanius há anos atrás, em um de seus costumeiros momentos de inspiração nos cliques. Eu estava do lado.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-A4BUw49zFGIjLy_eXmemfFh8yNB0zmUfC4oTkMTACMIRiiJbNIIrNJIHG1JKxwNky60DaukBsNZO7pp-hqQF3-hCnddDJUA7T7bG22Hivo2JJHUERoWf1iLKVOnQ6e4HaD1HRNv3TvM/s1600/bike_shadow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-A4BUw49zFGIjLy_eXmemfFh8yNB0zmUfC4oTkMTACMIRiiJbNIIrNJIHG1JKxwNky60DaukBsNZO7pp-hqQF3-hCnddDJUA7T7bG22Hivo2JJHUERoWf1iLKVOnQ6e4HaD1HRNv3TvM/s400/bike_shadow.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>Foto "subtraída" do blog da minha amiga Liège (<a href="http://andanhos.blogspot.com/">http://andanhos.blogspot.com</a>). Pra variar de rara beleza plástica!Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-67202810560980950822011-06-23T18:58:00.004-03:002011-06-23T19:20:11.185-03:00Bike, bike e bike...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rRcL0k3OhaUd4t3eYOkRKoSVtenQFma3wj8MitBZQqzfvyDQiwemprSxolKKCE9WBmzP6A8-7KR2sj1RjyjzWVMEWGlhqW_Yz1est6i5nzOjP7pFjxIH41LNYeyfS3QKQdnzcg7KKaw/s1600/santinha_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rRcL0k3OhaUd4t3eYOkRKoSVtenQFma3wj8MitBZQqzfvyDQiwemprSxolKKCE9WBmzP6A8-7KR2sj1RjyjzWVMEWGlhqW_Yz1est6i5nzOjP7pFjxIH41LNYeyfS3QKQdnzcg7KKaw/s640/santinha_4.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Há coisas que nos apaixona,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Há aquelas que nos vicia, as que nos alimenta.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Há também aquelas que reúnem tudo isso.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ser um biker é algo próximo disso. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Trilha da Santinha, ou do Passa Um.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Um misto de vistas deslumbrantes com trilhas técnicas e surreais.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Em alguns pontos o mato alto chega a fechar completamente a trilha.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Conduzimos as bikes sem nem mesmo ver o chão.</div><div class="MsoNormal">O instinto nos guia.</div><div class="MsoNormal">O capim fere as pernas, os galhos espetam os braços.</div><div class="MsoNormal">São marcas da batalha.</div><div class="MsoNormal">O suor farto, mesmo sob o frio cortante, é prova inconteste da superação.</div><div class="MsoNormal">A trilha ficou pra trás, com seus desafios e encantos, como uma velha amiga, que espera de novo,<br />
para breve, mais uma de nossas intrépidas visitas.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Meu xará Wagner Barrigudos e eu! Com a câmera no capacete flagrou belos momentos!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0MPlo-XHevd3Os8IsC0o8swDJSoM5DSv3MljaRqSX6mhHnQh_OxEiCeZ-9ZIiSq0FnMsAWfWneEBtox_cwmFh-vgwZ-rRrRS6j0uTkUQafo87RilhNGsWUAG1LdPxQxFavbgeWgLgu0/s1600/santinha_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0MPlo-XHevd3Os8IsC0o8swDJSoM5DSv3MljaRqSX6mhHnQh_OxEiCeZ-9ZIiSq0FnMsAWfWneEBtox_cwmFh-vgwZ-rRrRS6j0uTkUQafo87RilhNGsWUAG1LdPxQxFavbgeWgLgu0/s400/santinha_1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">A turma toda. Não dá pra citar nomes, a maioria é novata.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwhyphenhyphenAcQzP-Ak6JDpvUKDXvh-_GEztfei5jSSQrVqPWWo2u2BYxM_nY3Udeg85R1YDSAD-Cid9WW0tGpyQyXOKKlLwwMsRxmiRKzIL82KYH7_sN_R21weITTpPRkDJ9r-9R46VZB66aCU/s1600/santinha_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwhyphenhyphenAcQzP-Ak6JDpvUKDXvh-_GEztfei5jSSQrVqPWWo2u2BYxM_nY3Udeg85R1YDSAD-Cid9WW0tGpyQyXOKKlLwwMsRxmiRKzIL82KYH7_sN_R21weITTpPRkDJ9r-9R46VZB66aCU/s320/santinha_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Cadê a trilha??</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBTB-PRs4txuFvAmZ-J8umI9B_YLPSI4nd6sq4hMtMoDoKKNvoIafvoFhRQwhEH9JvvMhPhFBGkkq1xCOmYvFukNTx65IJDm2gqHs_02bgwTjET6qXeQu9XcXMZ7MEcS4oAx_kzjradU/s1600/santinha_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBTB-PRs4txuFvAmZ-J8umI9B_YLPSI4nd6sq4hMtMoDoKKNvoIafvoFhRQwhEH9JvvMhPhFBGkkq1xCOmYvFukNTx65IJDm2gqHs_02bgwTjET6qXeQu9XcXMZ7MEcS4oAx_kzjradU/s400/santinha_3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Feriado (que de fato não é feriado) sugere um pedal. Encontro marcado para as 8:00h no posto de gasolina do parque da Lajinha. Espanto nosso quando vimos que nada menos que 11 bikers apareceram, metade era de uma turma nova, que aderiu ao nosso pedal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">O destino era a trilha da Santinha.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A escolha não poderia ter sido melhor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As fotos acima não mentem.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Perdeu quem ficou dormindo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Saímos cedo de Juiz de Fora. Às 7 em ponto já estava na porta da casa da Josi pra pegar o Julinho.<br />
Quando chegamos lá o Thiago e o Ton ainda não haviam chegado.<br />
As 9 da manhã abrimos a primeira lata de cerveja, colocamos um dvd da Paula Fernandes, "ligamos" a churrasqueira, pegamos umas varas de pescar (apesar de pesca não ser meu hobbie favorito), como desculpa pra ficar contemplando a lagoa e sua calma.<br />
De repente pedi ao Julinho papel e caneta.<br />
E saiu isso que está aí embaixo.<br />
Valeu Thiagão, pelo dia inesquecível nas terras de Thiago!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> A varanda</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Da varanda emprestada posso ver além de mim mesmo.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>O sossego dentro de mim, vez por outra cortado pelos pensamentos, não me deixa disfarçar meus sentimentos.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>O cheiro da terra, o sol manso que nasceu com preguiça, o deck ainda molhado pelo orvalho da noite fria, tudo remete a sensações que nem ouso descrever.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Tem ainda a música dela que toca ao fundo e me toca fundo.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>A paz impera, o silêncio, de tão quieto, incomoda.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Busco a caneta e meu amigo papel. Preciso urgentemente compartilhar com ele esse momento.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Dádiva! Presente do universo para mim.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>O paraíso é aqui mesmo - escrevi!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>E sentado aqui, cercado por uma fotografia natural, ouço o vento que roça o mato, que alisa a água da lagoa que se tornou minha amiga...</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>E consigo ver muito além de mim.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>E lá fora, bem fora de mim, a vida segue calma como se eu nem estivesse ali...Mas estou!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Sou testemunha dela, dessa vida emprestada, tal qual a varanda que me acolhe agora,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>que me permite ser, simplesmente, feliz...</b></span>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-23867350515184365572011-06-16T19:06:00.004-03:002011-06-17T10:42:12.624-03:00Pobres moçasAconteceu hoje em São Paulo um desfile de moda da grife Maria Bonita.<br />
Como de costume no desfile foi possível apreciar as modelos em suas formas esquálidas, em suas expressões vazias e feições fantasmagóricas.<br />
Pobres moças, que em nome de uma beleza estúpida, que poucos conseguem enxergar, se submetem a uma vida sem sentido, onde os ditames da moda criam seres sem vida, com olhares vazios.<br />
Pobres moças que apostam todas as suas fichas em uma carreira que invariavelmente as destruirá.<br />
Tal como no futebol que ilude, onde poucos chegam a ser um Neymar, esse mundo da moda (que moda? alguem usa isso nas ruas??) faz algumas Giseles e uma enormidade de desconhecidas que doam suas vidas na vã esperança de um dia chegar a algum lugar, mesmo que para isso tenham que destruir aquilo que de mais precioso possuem: seus próprios corpos.<br />
Esse mundo sórdido, particular, de poucos, que vive à margem do resto do mundo, que insiste em querer nos convencer de que faz o que é belo, não enxerga nada além dos exorbitantes lucros gerados pela treslouquice dos que alimentam esse delírio insano.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Alguém, em sã consciência, pode dizer que isso é bonito?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Pobre moça, de olhar vazio e distante...</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfr6Mv9-uwA_NEGeMbdrfWYPqUSxf-5ixLcd2oFvmb3j0FApUEG0castz8M9frchX5BAcAObajVP9HgQD3fb-FmNcQjVv-4y_qUJ_oK6c5K70I04s8yBEbnkKHbG54D4TBQUAuUaT6Sk/s1600/moda_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfr6Mv9-uwA_NEGeMbdrfWYPqUSxf-5ixLcd2oFvmb3j0FApUEG0castz8M9frchX5BAcAObajVP9HgQD3fb-FmNcQjVv-4y_qUJ_oK6c5K70I04s8yBEbnkKHbG54D4TBQUAuUaT6Sk/s400/moda_3.jpg" width="262" /></a></div>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-27391595644623554692011-05-29T14:13:00.002-03:002011-05-29T14:16:09.022-03:00Domingo diferente<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMjCmS6xX7c_goJC5l99OdhtnYzcl6rUTGf6oP9Bf-R80yd-PNwHOgoNoLOe2pk2ISZwwcQ1v0kK03LBzh_4KRXxZUBh6BV1r8jI4XIHOE-10TCpblT4TorJHg2v523dqP31sPEhrb3c/s1600/corrida_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMjCmS6xX7c_goJC5l99OdhtnYzcl6rUTGf6oP9Bf-R80yd-PNwHOgoNoLOe2pk2ISZwwcQ1v0kK03LBzh_4KRXxZUBh6BV1r8jI4XIHOE-10TCpblT4TorJHg2v523dqP31sPEhrb3c/s320/corrida_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Antes da largada tudo é festa. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Na foto: Erika, Flavio, Vânia, Cris, Josy, Fred, Leandro, Eu e a princesinha do Max e da Erika e Max de camisa azul. O de camisa branca la atrás eu esqueci o nome.</span><br />
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Nem tudo na vida é pedalar,<br />
e é isso que acho legal nessa nossa turma.<br />
Tem hora de pedalar, de correr, de biritar!<br />
Hoje as bikes tiraram um dia de folga e nos permitiram<br />
fazer aquilo que mais gostamos: estar com os amigos!<br />
A desculpa de hoje foi uma corrida de 6,5 km patrocinada pela Camillo dos Santos.<br />
A largada foi no portão do estádio municipal.<br />
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Eu, parado há mais de 3 anos com corridas, me aventurei...e não fiz feio não!<br />
Percurso cumprido em 40 minutos a uma velocidade média de 9,9 km/h.<br />
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Graças ao frequencímetro emprestado pelo Max que eu pude conferir minha performance. <br />
Prometo treinar e melhorar esse desempenho, quero deixar Leandro e Josy pra trás...he,he,he!<br />
Mas isso na verdade não conta. Não há disputa. O que vale é rever os amigos, respirar aquela atmosfera de vida saudável, superar seus próprios limites, e queimar as cachaças e as picanhas do sábado!<br />
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<div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">E como costumo dizer: perdeu quem ficou dormindo! </span></div><div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Mais pra frente tem mais. Eu tô dentro...e você?</span><br />
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Quanto vale ter um filho?<br />
Quanto vale poder estar com seu filho?<br />
Quanto vale dividir com seu filho uma paixão por um esporte?<br />
Quanto vale um momento feliz?<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Um momento que te realiza,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">que te transborda,</div>que você não consegue mensurar a dimensão?<br />
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Ontem Thales voltou às trilhas depois de um ano e meio parado.<br />
E o joguei numa maior roubada.<br />
Encarou logo a trilha da Santinha.<br />
Tinha lugar que não se via a trilha, somente matagal.<br />
Saímos com as pernas marcadas pelo mato, espinhos e moscas.<br />
Mas saímos marcados também pela superação,<br />
pela sensação maravilhosa de ter ido além dos limites.<br />
Isso é pra poucos, e me sinto um sortudo por viver momentos assim.<br />
E com meu filho então...nem se fala.<br />
Isso não tem preço...<br />
Mastercard que o diga!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUtbXsr1_7vQeb2tnfXuEiwhz_Rq4DOCHYwCVE5sWoFF6ooPtQ7Ng5csNZEkWlckQwRpi2vRSUk-0FokaG5YVkWc_j0Bjup9GgFr3BF6aTLqSPcvT2_eDE8fDwsZnnR1HN8nF-k43PfE/s1600/DSC03054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUtbXsr1_7vQeb2tnfXuEiwhz_Rq4DOCHYwCVE5sWoFF6ooPtQ7Ng5csNZEkWlckQwRpi2vRSUk-0FokaG5YVkWc_j0Bjup9GgFr3BF6aTLqSPcvT2_eDE8fDwsZnnR1HN8nF-k43PfE/s320/DSC03054.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-89266937093254598892011-05-19T21:46:00.002-03:002011-05-19T21:48:39.943-03:00Um dia frio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/j4ur6_lABdY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4ur6_lABdY&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4ur6_lABdY&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>Um dia chuvoso qualquer,<br />
sombrio,<br />
cinza,<br />
frio.<br />
Um domingo por exemplo.<br />
Chuva fina, que molha sem perceber.<br />
Um dia frio, um bom lugar pra ler um livro.<br />
Livro que não foi lido.<br />
O pensamento lá em você.<br />
Eu sem você não vivo.<br />
Um domingo que rolou.<br />
Que não volta mais.<br />
Uma música que nem ouvimos.<br />
Mas que marcou.<br />
O dia ainda é frio.<br />
O pensamento ainda está em você.<br />
O livro descansa na cabeceira.<br />
O pensamento ainda viaja em você.<br />
Você.Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-71571783578868550782011-05-09T00:47:00.000-03:002011-05-09T00:47:25.918-03:00Foto<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Eu gosto dessa foto.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ela tem verde. Muito verde.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ela tem as montanhas e os caminhos das geraes.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Tem uma árvore como moldura, tem um céu azul demais.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ela mostra o meu cansaço, mas mostra também a superação,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Me coloca no topo do mundo, me faz enxergar onde a visão nem alcança.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Pra essa foto não há distância, não há tempo.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Existe apenas o lugar.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Longe de tudo, longe de todos, menos de mim e dos meus pensamentos.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Nessa foto tem uma sombra legal, tem eu de verde que nem o matagal,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Tem eu olhando pra você, fazendo você me enxergar.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Nessa foto tem estradinha lá embaixo por onde eu passei,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Tem estrada cá em cima onde eu ainda ia passar.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Essa foto tem história, essa foto traz momentos, essa foto é minha amiga,</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Me faz viajar nos pensamentos.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Eu gosto dessa foto, do momento que eternizou, </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Dos lugares que me levou, das histórias que me deixou contar.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Ahh....e tem cupim pra sentar!</b></span></div>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-25092146163255013132011-05-08T21:16:00.006-03:002011-05-09T12:39:37.043-03:00MãeHoje foi um pouco diferente dos anos anteriores.<br />
Aliás, desde que me separei tem sido bem diferente,<br />
mas este ano foi ainda mais.<br />
Não houve aquele tradicional almoço na casa da mãe,<br />
aquele falatório, a bagunça generalizada.<br />
Não houve também o almoço no restaurante,<br />
geralmente sem graça, impessoal, fugaz.<br />
Usamos a velha fórmula do churrasco.<br />
O cenário escolhido foi a casa da Leda, minha irmã.<br />
A escolha foi acertada.<br />
Minha mãe pôde de novo ter a dimensão da familia que criou,<br />
e entre boas picanhas, cervejas geladas, videos de músicas que sempre nos reservam momentos ímpares<br />
e uma ou outra partida de buraco, fomos brindados com uma bela sacada do Julinho, meu sobrinho.<br />
Quando reuniu todos na cozinha e me pediu que lesse alguma coisa eu já adivinhei que algo de muito bom estava por acontecer.<br />
Eu não errei.<br />
Foi difícil segurar as lágrimas quando li aquelas palavras, quando vi várias mães me fitando<br />
e num canto a minha mãe que a tudo ouvia quieta,<br />
talvez concordando com tudo, talvez repassando o filme de sua vida<br />
e de como teria feito surgir aquela familia que agora estava reunida naquela cozinha.<br />
Brindo vocês com o poema de Drummond que li na cozinha.<br />
Um presente de Drummond, um presente do Julinho.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">PARA SEMPRE</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Por que Deus permite que as mães vão-se embora?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Mãe não tem limite, é tempo sem hora,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">luz que não apaga quando sopra o vento e chuva desaba,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">veludo escondido na pele enrugada,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">água pura, ar puro, puro pensamento.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Morrer acontece com o que é breve e passa sem deixar vestígio.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Mãe, na sua graça, é eternidade.</span><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Por que Deus se lembra - mistério profundo- de tirá-la um dia?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Fosse eu Rei do Mundo, baixava uma lei:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Mãe não morre nunca, mãe ficará sempre junto de seu filho</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">e ele, velho embora, será pequenino</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">feito grão de milho.</span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ae8ro14Dcj9mZ8g4e1R19h6bSOXGCYlAJ-bGe7Yoz5AC_4ezrwzgHKRCerI6h5A9H7OD9QhvtimFeD1-Slh5JkknMQRwTqYpiZNfXxX42a2RIQ21AXAF0iyziZW985wOh38NLz-oT58/s1600/lol%25C3%25B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ae8ro14Dcj9mZ8g4e1R19h6bSOXGCYlAJ-bGe7Yoz5AC_4ezrwzgHKRCerI6h5A9H7OD9QhvtimFeD1-Slh5JkknMQRwTqYpiZNfXxX42a2RIQ21AXAF0iyziZW985wOh38NLz-oT58/s400/lol%25C3%25B3.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;">Minha mãe Luiza, do alto de seus inacreditáveis 84 anos de pura vivência e lucidez!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"><br />
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Saudade é coisa engraçada,<br />
bate de repente, não pede licença pra gente.<br />
Saudade vem de mansinho vai machucando sem sangrar.<br />
Fica pairando sobre nossa cabeça, dispara o coração,<br />
coloca nó na garganta, faz gaguejar.<br />
Insiste em marejar os olhos,<br />
faz pendurar na parede aquela foto que nunca importou tanto.<br />
Saudade é coisa diferente de tudo que a gente sente.<br />
Saudade é saudade, nem dá muito pra explicar.<br />
A gente sente, respira fundo, continua em frente,<br />
abre um sorriso escondido, acanhado,<br />
que se diverte com a lágrima teimosa que sai de dentro da gente.<br />
Saudade, no fundo, é dor gostosa de sentir.<br />
Faz parte da vida da gente.Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-79523308044965606832011-05-01T22:02:00.000-03:002011-05-01T22:02:45.403-03:00Represa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsY-G8T8z8ATJNawkkI6DoqBFLcN9V837ltaf2VIpId-AlOW13xD7vXcz-GLWRJx-YG55vl1-u9yowtaMHiYXEBbNEqwbuuBKMfbCZK2Z377ijcnTmvr1bwT2Jc0VoHAN9t3QY0iDnudc/s1600/represa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsY-G8T8z8ATJNawkkI6DoqBFLcN9V837ltaf2VIpId-AlOW13xD7vXcz-GLWRJx-YG55vl1-u9yowtaMHiYXEBbNEqwbuuBKMfbCZK2Z377ijcnTmvr1bwT2Jc0VoHAN9t3QY0iDnudc/s320/represa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Há prazeres que não se descreve, apenas sente-se.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pedalar pelas trilhas da Represa João Penido aqui em Juiz de Fora é um destes prazeres.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hoje fez um dia lindo em JF.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">O sol convidou pra ir na represa, a gente obedeceu, ela retribuiu.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alma lavada, espirito renovado, baterias recarregadas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Que venha mais uma semana. Tiro de letra.</div>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5286612751645599272.post-47492492922882961682011-04-30T23:55:00.000-03:002011-04-30T23:55:57.659-03:00Brasileiro...êta povo econômico sô!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOsFeE_A7b1plObxfVDvH1-bPkjjtPNHxomjNNz39xB3wsidYCRo8fNN8rXL84wEmhT_tAF2oUlvzZWXrWXItXSeft7inC78xWwiypetEvgkNOjKeG4s5aU7u_IDr_O-dgTdi9dFdmoI/s1600/KmRodadosBrasileiros211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOsFeE_A7b1plObxfVDvH1-bPkjjtPNHxomjNNz39xB3wsidYCRo8fNN8rXL84wEmhT_tAF2oUlvzZWXrWXItXSeft7inC78xWwiypetEvgkNOjKeG4s5aU7u_IDr_O-dgTdi9dFdmoI/s400/KmRodadosBrasileiros211.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Wagner Sarchishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14738688524755015810noreply@blogger.com0