<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:27:57.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ítalo Ogliari</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui você encontra informações, críticas e textos inéditos do autor de "UM SETE UM", "Ana Maria não tinha um braço" e de "A mulher que comia dedos", entre outros trabalhos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-3501392345424576952</id><published>2008-05-08T12:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:46:20.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Página nova e novidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/TCyNa-jofJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XJJtJt0zcp8/s1600/convite+a+volta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488917540466359442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/TCyNa-jofJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XJJtJt0zcp8/s400/convite+a+volta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R6yVipHN3oI/AAAAAAAAALo/VQyTFgqU4M0/s1600-h/Folder+Oficina+ULBRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Este blog anda dormindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;abandonado o coitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois agora está no ar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.italoogliari.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.italoogliari.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;visitem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R6yTPJHN3nI/AAAAAAAAALg/ngFe9C0_0Wo/s1600-h/Folder+Oficina+ULBRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-3501392345424576952?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/3501392345424576952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=3501392345424576952' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/3501392345424576952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/3501392345424576952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2008/05/oficina-de-criao-literria-da-ulbra.html' title='Página nova e novidades'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/TCyNa-jofJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XJJtJt0zcp8/s72-c/convite+a+volta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-113637579211515426</id><published>2007-12-04T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:01:46.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145407692302187442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R2gpCNw7-7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V7rT_3XNyRM/s400/P+o+blog+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nasceu em Porto Alegre, em 1977. Graduado em Letras pela ULBRA, foi professor de Literatura e Língua Portuguesa de Ensino Médio. É &lt;strong&gt;Mestre em Teoria da Literatura&lt;/strong&gt;, pela &lt;strong&gt;PUCRS&lt;/strong&gt;, e, atualmente, aluno de &lt;strong&gt;Doutorado em Teoria da Literatura, também na PUCRS&lt;/strong&gt;, onde trabalha com pesquisa em Teorias Literárias Contemporâneas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Em 2001, criou, junto com Henry Lichtmann, a produtora independente de cinema CONSTRUÇÃO FILMES, dedicada à produção cinematográfica em super-8 (Mágica - 2001, Selvagem - 2001, Diariamente - 2002, Conseqüência - 2002, O causo dos dois guri - 2003 e O beijo - 2004), com títulos premiados no Festival de Gramado, entre outros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No ano de 2002, foi aluno da &lt;strong&gt;Oficina de Criação Literária&lt;/strong&gt; pelo programa de Pós-Graduação da Pontifícia Universidade Católica do Rio Grande do Sul - PUCRS, ministrada pelo escritor &lt;strong&gt;Luiz Antonio de Assis Brasil&lt;/strong&gt;, participando da antologia de contos &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFICINA 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Em 2004, lançou o livro de contos &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mulher que comia dedos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;pela WS editor, prefaciado por Luiz Antonio de Assis Brasil. Em 2005, publicou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ana Maria não tinha um braço &lt;a href="http://www.vivasaoleo.com.br/noticias/visualizar.asp?Cod=1537"&gt;(título mais vendido na Feira do Livro da cidade de São Leopoldo, 2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Editado pelo &lt;strong&gt;Instituto Estadual do Livro-IEL e Caixa RS&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ana Maria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; foi um dos vencedores do prêmio &lt;strong&gt;Coleção 2000&lt;/strong&gt;/Caixa RS. Em 2007 , pela &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7letras.com.br/"&gt;7Letras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, saiu o &lt;strong&gt;UM SETE UM&lt;/strong&gt;, com favoráveis críticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Ítalo é dono de uma narrativa precisa. A gente vai lendo, assim, num golpe de vista. Um dos nomes mais instigantes da nova e portentosa safra de escritores do Rio Grande do Sul”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eraodito.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcelino Freire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145408143273753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R2gpcdw7-8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Y8725mSN60o/s200/%C3%8Dtalo+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://portalliteral.terra.com.br/Literal/calandra.nsf/0/7F4259BD0E59E9400325713000675D9A?OpenDocument&amp;amp;pub=T&amp;amp;proj=Literal&amp;amp;sec=Olho"&gt;Entrevista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Clique acima e confira a entrevista ao Portal Literal do Terra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-113637579211515426?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/113637579211515426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=113637579211515426' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/113637579211515426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/113637579211515426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2007/12/quem-ser-talo-ogliari.html' title='.'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R2gpCNw7-7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V7rT_3XNyRM/s72-c/P+o+blog+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-1736080720449872561</id><published>2007-12-03T23:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:55:47.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UM SETE UM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cambada, depois dos dois primeiros livros de contos, segue uma mostra de UM&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SETE&lt;/span&gt; UM,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;meu primeiro romance (ou novela, para falar a verdade), pela editora carioca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7letras.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Letras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; que teve seu lançamentono dia 21 de novembro, às 19hs, na Livraria Cultura. E dê-lhe que dê-lhe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguns pontos de venda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/scripts/cultura/resenha/resenha.asp?nitem=5066234"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livraria Cultura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/pesquisaweb/pesquisaweb.dll/pesquisa?ID=C942A6957D70B160D26000228&amp;amp;FILTRON1=X&amp;amp;ESTRUTN1=0301&amp;amp;ORDEMN2=E&amp;amp;PALAVRASN1=%CDtalo+Ogliari"&gt;Saraiva&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travessa.com.br/WpgArtigo.aspx?CodArtigo=51f419a6-6221-44c3-94ff-9294f09f0376&amp;amp;ISBN=9788575774106&amp;amp;PROD=UM%20SETE%20UM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livraria da Travessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.7letras.com.br/detalhe_livro/?id=566"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pela editora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://livraria-nova-roma.br.telelistas.net/vct/livros-usados/porto-alegre/100442132.htm#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livraria Nova Roma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2006/11/vendas-em-viamo.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Viamão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/Rw2HuVMCVMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VA8jYa8GnYc/s1600-h/Capa+UM+SETE+UM.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119897581421483202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/Rw2HuVMCVMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VA8jYa8GnYc/s200/Capa+UM+SETE+UM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nopse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;"Dá pra acreditar?" -- o narrador passa pelas mais incríveis peripécias enquanto vai enredando o leitor numa teia de verdades e mentiras. Assassino, traficante, pirata, nosso anti-herói derruba as fronteiras do fato e da ficção na busca de uma identidade. O escritor gaúcho Ítalo Ogliari é uma das maiores revelações da ficção brasileira atual, que a 7Letras tem orgulho de apresentar em sua Coleção Rocinante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse II:&lt;/strong&gt; Com quase trinta anos de idade, o protagonista de UM SETE UM, crescido na periferia da Zona Sul de Porto Alegre, senta-se ao lado de um mendigo, na Avenida Assis Brasil, para contar sua vida, tratando esse homem como seu suposto pai, que teria saído de casa no dia de seu nascimento e nunca mais voltado. Narrado de forma surpreendente e original, em que sonhos, violência, malandragem e ingenuidade se misturam, o leitor é posto em xeque, constantemente, sobre a veracidade dos fatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trechos: &lt;/strong&gt;"Os dois se pegaram feio e eu não tive coragem de sair. Fiquei com medo de deixar a mãe sozinha e aquele filho-da-puta fazer alguma coisa com ela. Sentei na minha cama e grudei o ouvido na parede de madeira que dava pra lá. A casa era de material, mas tinha umas divisão de madeira. Ouvi ele acusando minha mãe de não tá em casa quando ele apareceu e queria que ela contasse onde tinha se metido. Depois ele chamou ela de puta e ela não aceitou. Mandou ele embora. Foi empurrando ele até a porta, e foi então que ele sentou a mão. Bateu mesmo. Umas duas ou três porradas afú, e ainda teve a cara-de-pau de tirar um ronco na cama dela. Foi aí que eu desci pro jogo. Mas não joguei bosta nenhuma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"A gente chegou na porta do quarto, que tava fechada. O velho bateu e pediu pra ela abrir, mas ela não abriu. Depois ele se lembrou que ele mesmo tinha trancado pelo lado de fora, pra filha não fugir. Então ele destrancou. Ela tava lá, deitada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha na minha cabeça a Mariana daquele tempo, com uns doze anos, expliquei pro meu pai, e não uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;A Mariana tava quase uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Tava com os cabelos pintado de vermelho, meio encaracolados.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha feito e uma tatuagem na perna esquerda. Um tribal.&lt;br /&gt;Tava magra.&lt;br /&gt;Tava branca e roxa.&lt;br /&gt;Tava morta.&lt;br /&gt;A Mariana tava morta.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento, o velho se atirou na cama e abriu o berreiro. Pegou a filha no colo e começou a sacudir a coitada. Naquele momento eu não chorei mais. Meu rosto secou e eu sequei por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;– O que tu queria que eu fizesse mesmo? – perguntei pro velho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;– Que tu matasse aquele traficante filho-da-puta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mais críticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://almanaquevirtual.uol.com.br/ler.php?id=12541"&gt;Almanaque Virtual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aguarras.com.br/2008/03/05/um-sete-um-de-italo-ogliari/"&gt;Aguarrás&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zerohora.clicrbs.com.br/zerohora/jsp/default2.jsp?uf=1&amp;amp;local=1&amp;amp;source=a1777937.xml&amp;amp;template=3898.dwt&amp;amp;edition=9368&amp;amp;section=88"&gt;Zero Hora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-1736080720449872561?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/1736080720449872561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=1736080720449872561' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/1736080720449872561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/1736080720449872561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-verdadeiro-mentiroso-memrias-de-um.html' title='UM SETE UM'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/Rw2HuVMCVMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VA8jYa8GnYc/s72-c/Capa+UM+SETE+UM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-113637968933459048</id><published>2007-12-03T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:53:16.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Maria não tinha um braço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/380/2059/1600/Capa%20Ana%20Maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publicado em 2005, pelo IEL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Instituto Estadual do Livro do RS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R$, 10,00 + frete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:italoogliari@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Clique aqui e compre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ou passe numa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/scripts/cultura/catalogo/busca.asp?tipo_pesq=autor&amp;amp;palavra=%CDtalo+ogliari&amp;amp;sid=0020321419220635497322046&amp;amp;k5=A564F40&amp;amp;uid=&amp;amp;lastreg=&amp;amp;parceiro=IITRIT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Livraria Cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/380/2059/1600/Capa%20Ana%20Maria.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/380/2059/320/Capa%20Ana%20Maria.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Publicado em 2005 como um dos 6 ganhadores do concurso promovido pelo Instituto Estadual do Livro do Rio Grande do Sul (IEL) para compor a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iel.rs.gov.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coleção 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ana Maria não tinha um braço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; apresesnta-se em três partes - "Aqui começa o livro", "Antes do começo do livro" e "Antes de começar o começo do livro", nesta ordem - a obra traz contos e minicontos cujas histórias retratam a vida ordinária das pessoas, em especial o universo das mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Revista Arquipélago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O mais vendido na Feira de São Leo de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vivasaoleo.com.br/noticias/visualizar.asp?Cod=1537"&gt;(leia)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-113637968933459048?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/113637968933459048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=113637968933459048' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/113637968933459048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/113637968933459048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2007/12/ana-maria-no-tinha-um-brao.html' title='Ana Maria não tinha um braço'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-113637913516422160</id><published>2007-12-02T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:50:10.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A mulher que comia dedos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Publicado em 2004 (WS editor), R$ &lt;/em&gt;14,00 + frete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:italoogliari@yahoo.com.br"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Clique aqui para comprar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ou passe numa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/scripts/cultura/catalogo/busca.asp?tipo_pesq=autor&amp;palavra=%CDtalo+ogliari&amp;amp;sid=0020321419220635497322046&amp;k5=A564F40&amp;amp;uid=&amp;lastreg=&amp;amp;parceiro=IITRIT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Livraria Cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/380/2059/1600/A%20mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/380/2059/320/A%20mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; O que mais impressiona, nestas narrativas de Ítalo Ogliari, é a capacidade de tornar estranho o que é trivial: o autor, dotado de sólida escrita, econômica e eficiente, transforma qualquer gesto num episódio em que a própria existência humana é posta em discussão. O bom leitor notará, aqui, algumas lembranças de escritores que previamente trilharam a mesma senda do insólito; nada mais natural, nada mais plausível; afinal, pertencemos, todos nós, a uma história e a uma cultura, e ambas não podem ser negadas. O que, entretanto, distingue Ítalo Ogliari de seus predecessores é um sentido de profunda humanidade, que impregna a narração como uma espécie de mainstream persistente e capaz de tocar o mais gélido leitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A estética do grotesco, agora tão estudada por teóricos, é um viés fecundo na literatura ocidental e, ao que parece, todos somos devedores de Edgar Allan Poe. No caso de Ítalo Ogliari, percebe-se um grotesco tocado por uma necessidade de existir, isto é: é um grotesco que sempre estará a serviço de uma idéia, o que elide a circularidade habitual do gênero. São contos que carregam uma outra perspectiva, sempre superadora de si mesma. Nada, aqui, é gratuito, e tudo encontra seu espaço. São contos que podem ser “fortes”, e algum temperamento mais débil terá espaço para o embaraço ou a franca repulsa; que fazer? A vida é feita também desses momentos, e pode ser - como é o caso - matéria de (boa) literatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas atenção: não são narrativas “fáceis”, daquelas sobre as quais não é preciso refletir muito; são, isto sim, contos em que o leitor é exigido a dar um passo além das meras palavras, pois estas apresentam uma pluralidade semântica que, se instauram um desejável subtexto, dão colorido interpretativo ao narrado. As múltiplas acepções, a propósito, são seu ponto alto, e o leitor deve estar atento a elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por tudo isso, digo que Ítalo Ogliari é um jovem escritor que não rechaça a tradição, mas antes a recupera para, mediante as armas da (pós)modernidade, dar-lhe um sentido que fala aos homens de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mulher que comia dedos (ou Contos de estranho I) é um livro que permanece em nossa mente após a leitura, e esse é o melhor indício de que estamos perante um texto superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boa leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luiz Antonio de Assis Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109808571685172482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/Rumv0rGKdQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/T6hVlDuV-y4/s400/not%C3%ADcia.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-113637913516422160?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/113637913516422160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=113637913516422160' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/113637913516422160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/113637913516422160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2007/12/mulher-que-comia-dedos.html' title='A mulher que comia dedos'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/Rumv0rGKdQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/T6hVlDuV-y4/s72-c/not%C3%ADcia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-1101231590707642565</id><published>2007-11-16T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:55:54.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos ilustrados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É isso aí! Meu primeiro conto ilustrado. Em breve, mais e mais virão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Clique, amplie a imagem e se divirta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desenhos do meu grande amigo Jorge Cabeleira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RsDpIPRFRVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L1F_5PBN7fE/s1600-h/quadro+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098331105929807186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RsDpIPRFRVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L1F_5PBN7fE/s200/quadro+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RsDo0vRFRSI/AAAAAAAAACk/4pIxiaaJmKE/s1600-h/quadro+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098330770922358050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RsDo0vRFRSI/AAAAAAAAACk/4pIxiaaJmKE/s200/quadro+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Contatos com o desenhista: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jorgecabeleira@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-1101231590707642565?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/1101231590707642565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=1101231590707642565' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/1101231590707642565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/1101231590707642565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2007/11/contos-ilustrados.html' title='Contos ilustrados'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RsDpIPRFRVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L1F_5PBN7fE/s72-c/quadro+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-113638809008937477</id><published>2007-11-15T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:51:20.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos inéditos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nesta parte, os contos serão trocados seguidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo e o diabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em seu apartamento, Francisco frita dois ovos e esquenta água para o café. O óleo da frigideira borbulhando e um rádio mal sintonizado fundem-se num único ruído, que faz companhia ao homem. Francisco, endividado, não gosta de falar com vizinhos. Mora no número 403. Tem uma entrevista de emprego às 6hs. Não tem dinheiro para o ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;São cinco horas da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Kátia e Júlia são vizinhas. A primeira mora no 302. A segunda, no 301. Porta em frente de porta. Estão chegando de uma festa. Kátia não quis nada com o cara que tentou beijá-la. Júlia debochou do sujeito, que mandou as duas à merda. Beberam muita tequila. Não conseguem parar de rir. Mas riem baixinho, com a mão na boca para não acordarem os pais. Kátia tem vinte anos. Júlia, vinte e três. Não conseguem nem encontrar as chaves nas bolsas. Kátia olha para Júlia e respira fundo. Júlia não entende.&lt;br /&gt;Em cima da sala de Francisco, no 503, Everton Cavalcante escreve seu primeiro romance. Chama-se O tempo e o diabo. Escrito numa só sentada. Já está ali há quase onze horas. O tempo e o diabo nunca será publicado. Everton inicia o décimo nono capítulo. Acredita ser o último. Tem dezenove anos. Está cansado. Passou a noite em frente àquele computador. Everton ainda não sabe fugir dos clichês. Treme um pouco as mãos e sacode as pernas. Que livro! Que livro!&lt;br /&gt;No apartamento 304, Vladimir ouve o barulho de Kátia e Júlia. Levanta pé-por-pé da cama para não acordar a mulher. Passa pelo quarto do filho de nove anos e fecha a porta. Está somente de cueca. Vladimir, com todo o cuidado, no escuro, espia pelo olho mágico. Elas estão lá. Tenta virar a chave sem ruído. Consegue. Abre apenas uma fresta. Elas estão lá. Ele não sabe qual é a mais linda. Qual ele agarraria primeiro. Se pudesse, pegaria as duas no colo, por baixo das nádegas. Lamberia suas barriguinhas. Beijaria seus pescoços. Vladimir, quase quarenta e cinco, sonha sempre com elas.&lt;br /&gt;Atrás do prédio, Tcharles sobe no poste para roubar fios de cobre. Seu companheiro segura a escada. Não há polícia ali. É bem escuro. Fios de cobre dão uma boa grana no ferro-velho. Tcharles não jantou hoje. Também não foi à escola. Está perdendo tempo, diz a vizinha, amiga da mãe. Já vai fazer dezoito anos. E se continuar assim, acabará na cadeia. Tcharles sabe disso. Mas fazer o quê? Acha que é fácil ver os outros com tênis e coisas da moda e ter de andar chinelão? Tcharles tira um alicate do bolso. É a primeira vez que faz aquilo.&lt;br /&gt;São cinco horas e cinco minutos da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Kátia, num salto, dá um longo beijo na boca de Júlia.&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir não acredita. Vladimir quase tem um orgasmo.&lt;br /&gt;Tcharles mexe no fio errado.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo escurece.&lt;br /&gt;Everton ainda não salvara O tempo e o diabo.&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-se um tiro.&lt;br /&gt;O prédio tranca a respiração.&lt;br /&gt;Os ovos continuam fritando.&lt;br /&gt;A água, fervendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os miolos da esposa de Andersom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Estacionou o carro desajeitado em frente de casa. Abriu o porta-malas. Abriu a caixa de ferramentas. Fechou tudo. Soltou a gravata. Pegou o envelope sobre o banco do passageiro. Bateu a porta do automóvel. Acionou o alarme. Meteu a chave na fechadura. Entrou. Largou o envelope na mesa. Duas fotografias escorregaram de dentro. Subiu as escadas de carpete fofo. Ela estava no banho. Hitchcock, lembrou. Deu-lhe dezoito marteladas na cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-113638809008937477?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/113638809008937477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=113638809008937477' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/113638809008937477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/113638809008937477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2007/11/contos.html' title='Contos inéditos'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-7977915276166136839</id><published>2007-11-14T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:59:09.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Agenda (Persiga o autor)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agosto/setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RoWGZJu_73I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MJOr8og7Vys/s1600-h/IV_Feira_do_Livro_e_Semana_Academica___Banner[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081615521225371506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RoWGZJu_73I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MJOr8og7Vys/s400/IV_Feira_do_Livro_e_Semana_Academica___Banner%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ÍTALO OGLIARI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATRONO&lt;/strong&gt; da &lt;strong&gt;IV FEIRA DO LIVRO &lt;/strong&gt;e da &lt;strong&gt;IV SEMANA ACADÊMICA DO CURSO DE LETRAS&lt;/strong&gt; da &lt;strong&gt;ULBRA&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Campus &lt;/em&gt;Gravataí, que tem como tema &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRIAÇÃO LITERÁRIA:&lt;/em&gt; MITO E FORMAÇÃO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CONFERÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desmitificando e revelando os caminhos da criação literária&lt;/em&gt;: Um convite aos bastidores do texto artístico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Data e hora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1 de setembro - sábado - às 8:30 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Local:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Auditório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gravatai.rs.gov.br/noticias/noticias.php?id=9367"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saiba mais como foi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Otubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feira do livro de São Leopoldo: b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ate-papo com escritores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dia 13 – 6ª Feira - 19h30min: Fabrício Carpinejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dia 16 – 2ª Feira - 19h30min: Ítalo Ogliari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dia 17 – 3ª Feira - 19h30min: Daniel Pellizzari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dia 18 – 4ª Feira - 19h30min: Paulo Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dia 19 – 5ª Feira - 19h30min: Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia 7 - Instituto Estadual Isabel de Espanha&lt;/strong&gt; - Viamão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia 24 - ULBRA - Gravataí&lt;/strong&gt; (palestra/autor convidado - Surrealismo e imaginário: A mulher que comia dedos e outrros contos - III Semana Acadêmica do Curso de Letras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia 21 - Escola Dr. Alberto Schwietzer&lt;/strong&gt; - Santa Maria do Herval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-7977915276166136839?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/7977915276166136839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=7977915276166136839' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/7977915276166136839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/7977915276166136839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2008/06/talo-ogliari-patrono-da-feira-do-livro.html' title='Agenda (Persiga o autor)'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RoWGZJu_73I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MJOr8og7Vys/s72-c/IV_Feira_do_Livro_e_Semana_Academica___Banner%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-4640917950092288799</id><published>2006-01-17T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:48:17.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lançamento do UM SETE UM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (Livraria Cultura, 21 de novembro de 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R0WXZiwAzhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xn26IEediUQ/s1600-h/lanÃ§amento+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135677415166627346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R0WXZiwAzhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xn26IEediUQ/s400/lan%C3%A7amento+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lançamento do UM SETE UM (parte II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R0WWwywAzgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2hGg-c0mLMg/s1600-h/lanÃ§amento+III.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135676715086958082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R0WWwywAzgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2hGg-c0mLMg/s400/lan%C3%A7amento+III.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ítalo, Patrono da Feira do Livro da ULBRA Gravataí 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/Rtnu8cnusuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/a7kcNalrqoo/s1600-h/feira+ULBRA+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105374374843560674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/Rtnu8cnusuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/a7kcNalrqoo/s400/feira+ULBRA+2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguns trabalhos por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099763184754930306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/RsX_mMnusoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dvE1_Z-bxtw/s400/trabalhos.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coisas da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146174167870864498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R2riI9w7_HI/AAAAAAAAALY/jLVe8d2yoyk/s400/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-4640917950092288799?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/4640917950092288799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=4640917950092288799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/4640917950092288799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/4640917950092288799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2006/01/fotos.html' title='Fotos'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R0WXZiwAzhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xn26IEediUQ/s72-c/lan%C3%A7amento+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-2810712205940035919</id><published>2006-01-15T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:48:14.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendas em Viamão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R0dhXSwAzjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L8D5RDwEFBM/s1600-h/Capa+UM+SETE+UM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136180952837443122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R0dhXSwAzjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L8D5RDwEFBM/s200/Capa%2BUM%2BSETE%2BUM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em Viamão, por enquanto, é possível encontrar o livro UM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SETE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UM na livraria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cabeças Pensantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, na Santa Isabel, na Avenida Liberdade. Passe por lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Logo, será possível encontrar em mais lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-2810712205940035919?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/2810712205940035919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=2810712205940035919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/2810712205940035919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/2810712205940035919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2006/11/vendas-em-viamo.html' title='Vendas em Viamão'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0f9R3mIa4c/R0dhXSwAzjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L8D5RDwEFBM/s72-c/Capa%2BUM%2BSETE%2BUM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20521225.post-7699635313992392212</id><published>2004-02-11T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:40:44.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Informações detalhadas sobre a Oficina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O escritor Ítalo Ogliari inaugura a primeira Oficina de Criação Literária da ULBRA Gravataí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inscrições abertas e vagas limitadas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com publicação dos melhores textos produzidos pelos alunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entendendo a Oficina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A literatura, assim como as demais expressões artísticas, exige técnica. As universidades e os escritores, cada vez mais conscientes disso, estão, hoje, unindo-se e fazendo das Oficinas de Criação Literária, que a ULBRA Gravataí tem o prazer de inaugurar em 2008/1, a forma mais adequada e o caminho mais seguro para que o autor (iniciante ou não) possa compreender, estudar e exercitar o processo de escrita. Trata-se de prática, discussão de textos e troca de experiência: a melhor trilha a seguir para quem deseja aprimorar sua produção literária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem pode cursar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os interessados (estudantes ou não da ULBRA) que tenham como objetivo aperfeiçoar suas técnicas narrativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando, onde e qual o tempo de duração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A Oficina será ministrada aos sábados, no turno da manhã, na ULBRA de Gravataí. Terá seu início no primeiro sábado de abril (dia 5) e será encerrada no penúltimo sábado de junho (dia 21), totalizando 12 encontros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Investimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três parcelas de R$ 80,00, equivalentes aos meses de abril, maio e junho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem estará ministrando?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O escritor Ítalo Ogliari, autor de, entre outros trabalhos, dois livros de contos e do romance &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sete um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, publicado pela editora carioca &lt;strong&gt;7Letras&lt;/strong&gt;. Ogliari é Graduado em Letras pela ULBRA Gravataí, Mestre e Doutorando em Teoria da Literatura pela PUCRS, orientando e ex-aluno de criação literária do escritor Luiz Antonio de Assis Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maiores informações:&lt;br /&gt;ULBRA GRAVATAÍ - (51) 34317677&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* Certificado de 60h/a (Válido para atividades complementares para os alunos da ULBRA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A Oficina de Criação Literária da ULBRA Gravataí ocorrerá semestralmente (máximo de 20 alunos por turma).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20521225-7699635313992392212?l=italoogliari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/feeds/7699635313992392212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20521225&amp;postID=7699635313992392212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/7699635313992392212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20521225/posts/default/7699635313992392212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://italoogliari.blogspot.com/2006/02/informaes-detalhadas-sobre-oficina.html' title='Informações detalhadas sobre a Oficina'/><author><name>Ítalo Ogliari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00727475125700095740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
