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LITERATURA DE NELSON LORENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Patrono Eternal da Cadeira Nº.13 da Academia Valeparaibana de Letras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; width: 40%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s1600-h/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s200/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 120px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 100px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; text-align: justify; width: 60%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O acervo literário de Nelson Lorena compreende cerca de quatrocentas crônicas sobre história, ciências, crítica, política, filosofia, religião e temas do cotidiano, escritas entre 1977 e 1990. A matéria de hoje foi publicada no Jornal “O Cachoeirense” Ano VII, edição nº.310, de 11 a 17 de julho de 1983. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;MENSAGEIROS DOS CÉUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NELSON LORENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Analisando os fatos, quer sejam materiais ou espirituais, comparando-os com outros que se sucedem, chegamos a conclusões  que nos levam ao conhecimento da Verdade.  Foi assim, fazendo o uso que a todos convém do raciocínio, dádiva divinamente dada aos homens pela Providência, que Galileu, Harley, Fulton, Franklin, Grahan Bell, Marconi e tantos outros nos brindaram com os benefícios que suas descobertas nos proporcionam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Existem, também, no plano das investigações de certos fatos inabituais, conclusões que vêm nos esclarecer sobre o problema da  precocidade de certos indivíduos, como os que vamos citar:  Ginanela de Marco, maestrina aos cinco anos de idade, regeu concertos nos Teatros Municipais de S.Paulo e do Rio de Janeiro. Foi muito aplaudida pelo comando e precisão dos gestos e ao estender as minúsculas mãozinhas, cumprimentando os músicos. Mozart tocava piano na corte de Viena aos quatro anos; Paganini era violinista consumado aos quatro anos e aos sete superou o seu professor. Executou um concerto numa corda só.  Na coréia do Sul, um menino chamado Kin falou aos três meses de idade, com cinco meses andou e raciocinou, aos dez possuía conceitos filosóficos como os de Bertrand Russel e resolvia problemas de cálculos infinitesimais. Victor Hugo, aos nove era consagrado como um dos maiores poetas e romancistas da França e, relembrava-se de haver participado da flagelação de Jesus. Na construção do canal de Suez, seiscentos operários trabalhavam sob as ordens de um engenheiro sueco de 12 anos, de nome Ericson. Blaise Pascal, menino de 10 anos, bate num prato com uma colher; o som se propagou, cessando quando pôs a mão sobre o prato, intrigado com o fato pôs-se a investigar e escreveu o Tratado dos Sons. De outra vez, tendo seu Pai o encontrado traçando linhas e círculos com o giz no chão, passou a explicar-lhe as relações que descobrira provando que a soma dos ângulos de dois triângulos perfaz dois retos e escreve o Tratado das Secções Cônicas, com espanto do mundo cientifico. Henrique de Heineken, aos dois anos falava duas línguas, aos dois anos e meio fez exame de história antiga e moderna, nasceu em Lubeck em 1721. O menino Karkov, de Bruges na Bélgica, morreu aos doze anos deixando 350 quadros a óleo que poderiam ter sido  pintados por qualquer pintor contemporâneo. Outro, Willian Hamilton, estudava hebraico aos três anos, aos treze falava 12 línguas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“O que é conhecido de Deus é manifesto para os homens”, segundo uma citação do Abade Moreaux na qual nos estribamos para nossas conclusões. Se “todos somos iguais em sua presença”, qual a razão pela qual certas pessoas são agraciadas com conhecimentos da arte e da cultura, incomuns ao homem normal? A razão daquele que procura na fortaleza da Fé o conhecimento da Verdade exige que sempre esteja em busca da solução dos problemas. Permitindo os fatos, Deus  nos convida à investigação, ao que já inúmeros estudiosos tiraram as mesmas conclusões e que endossamos reforçadas pelo que expomos: Uma nossa filha tinha cinco anos de idade e, no instante em que a surpreendi, estava abraçada ao tio afagando-lhe o rosto e fazendo-lhe “uma declaração de amor, em francês”. O assunto prendia-se a recordações de sua esposa falecida há seis meses. Neste ínterim, o tio tirando os óculos, enxuga uma lágrima. A menina toma uma atitude adulta e, acalmando-o ou procurando consolar, lhe diz; “Não chora não, tio. A tia está viva! Ela está somente invisível! Olha, (apontando uma poltrona) ela é capaz de estar sentada ali ouvindo nossa conversa!” E, olhando para o alto, “Eu vim de lá de cima, onde existe muitas cidades.” (na casa de meu pai há muitas moradas, no Evangelho). “Muita gente ficou chorando quando eu vim pra cá. A última vez que aqui estive, morri velhinha, vi todos os meus filhos morrerem”.  Uma revelação confortadora proferida por uma criança de cinco anos, para o espanto do tio que apressadamente relatou-nos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A conclusão é a mesma a que outros observadores chegaram: Vivemos em dois planos com as alternativas de vida e morte, sempre para aprender acumular ciência, cultura e bondade de coração e, periodicamente, despertamos inteligências preguiçosas ou enclausuradas no dogma para as Verdades, proferidas pelos lábios puros e insuspeitos dos precoces mensageiros dos Céus.            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao professor e jornalista, José Maurício do Prado, ex-diretor proprietário do jornal “O Cachoeirense”, os nossos agradecimentos pelo acesso aos originais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Veja também: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oslorenas.blogspot.com/2008/09/nelson-lorena-21071902-06071990-artista.html"&gt;NELSON LORENA – O ARTISTA CACHOEIRENSE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oslorenas.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-de-nelson-lorena-nelson-lorena_16.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A ARTE DE NELSON LORENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351385484008686000-4841304672834387089?l=agemil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351385484008686000/posts/default/4841304672834387089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351385484008686000/posts/default/4841304672834387089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agemil.blogspot.com/2011/09/cronica-3.html' title='Crônica-3'/><author><name>milton lorena</name><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/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s72-c/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351385484008686000.post-6322787231405552006</id><published>2011-09-16T19:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:31:59.531-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Crônica-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: 120%;"&gt;LITERATURA DE NELSON LORENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patrono Eternal da Cadeira Nº.13 da Academia Valeparaibana de Letras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; width: 40%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s1600-h/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s200/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 120px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 100px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; text-align: justify; width: 60%;"&gt;O acervo literário de Nelson Lorena compreende cerca de quatrocentas crônicas sobre história, ciências, crítica, política, filosofia, religião e temas do cotidiano, escritas entre 1977 e 1990. A matéria de hoje foi publicada no Jornal “O Cachoeirense” Ano VII, edição nº.302, de 23 a 29 de maio de 1983. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 120%;"&gt;COMO ACABAR COM A PROBREZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt;NELSON LORENA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 102%;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Diz um provérbio popular: “Para grandes males, grandes remédios”. Evidentemente, para contorná-los lançamos mão de qualquer um, seja ou não atentatório à moral, à lei, aos costumes, ao bom senso. Houve certa época na China em que se pretendia erradicar a tuberculose, matando-se o enfermo. Eliminava-se o efeito, mas a causa persistia. Dizem que os primitivos índios da América do Norte, quando desejavam saborear os frutos de certas árvores, derrubavam-nas, medidas práticas, mas estúpidas, desumanas. Existia um país neste mundo de Deus, onde era não sei, em que a fome, este flagelo que também nos bate à porta, grassava aterradoramente. Os magos das finanças, como também aqui os há, reuniram-se para discutir o magno problema e as medidas contensivas para o mal. A mortandade crescia na razão inversa da natalidade, prenunciando a morte de uma nação. Urgia acabar com a pobreza. Resolveram os ministros e planejadores convocar “democraticamente” a pobreza em geral, afim de ouvi-la e levar em conta sua opinião. A pretexto de manutenção da ordem, compareceu a Polícia. Sem conseguir solução para o grande problema, mandou o governo fuzilar todos os pobres, acabando assim a pobreza. Para grandes males, grandes remédios! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso Brasil, religioso por excelência, “coração do mundo, pátria do Evangelho”, segundo uma expressão de SS Carol Wojtila, ou melhor, o papa João Paulo II, “uma igreja aberta, como abertas as portas de nossos corações”, está procurando resolver o grave problema da fome dos humanos, ou melhor, mais “divinos”, em ritmo menos apressado, mas sensível. Há três anos, quando nossa inflação era de quarenta por cento, dizia-se na Europa pelo "The Financial Times” de Londres que, quarenta milhões de brasileiros vegetavam no ranço da miséria absoluta, que de cada três crianças uma era abandonada, que de cada três bebês, um não chegava a um ano de vida e outras mais contundentes críticas humilhantes, manchado de opróbrio e vergonha a terra de Santa Cruz. Era preciso acabar com essa mancha, essa imagem vergonhosa que os nossos pobres apresentavam lá fora! Que fazer? A solução é esta: salário de fome para os quarenta milhões de nossos pobres; salário que mal dá pra feijão, arroz, açúcar e pão, excluindo-se, remédios, leite, ovos, carne, manteiga, café, vegetais e verduras, roupa, calçado, escola, etc.. A subnutrição daí decorrente, gerando raquitismo e enfermidades várias, o estiolamento da vida, a longo prazo apagará essa mancha vergonhosa que enegrece a nação. Isso reconhecem aqueles que percebendo dois milhões por mês, ou mais ainda, desgovernam a Pátria! Apresentamos as medidas acauteladoras de nosso “prestígio”. Não vamos fazer como o índio americano, nem como o chinês ao enfermo, nem como o governo do país, sei lá de onde! A morte fará o resto!          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 103%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao professor e jornalista, José Maurício do Prado, ex-diretor proprietário do jornal “O Cachoeirense”, os nossos agradecimentos pelo acesso aos originais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja também: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oslorenas.blogspot.com/2008/09/nelson-lorena-21071902-06071990-artista.html"&gt;NELSON LORENA – O ARTISTA CACHOEIRENSE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oslorenas.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-de-nelson-lorena-nelson-lorena_16.html"&gt;A ARTE DE NELSON LORENA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 103%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351385484008686000-6322787231405552006?l=agemil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351385484008686000/posts/default/6322787231405552006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351385484008686000/posts/default/6322787231405552006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agemil.blogspot.com/2011/09/cronica-2.html' title='Crônica-2'/><author><name>milton lorena</name><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/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s72-c/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351385484008686000.post-1101905042503708461</id><published>2011-09-16T19:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:31:59.532-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Cronica-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: 120%;"&gt;LITERATURA DE NELSON LORENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patrono Eternal da Cadeira Nº.13 da Academia Valeparaibana de Letras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; width: 40%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s1600-h/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s200/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 120px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 100px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; text-align: justify; width: 60%;"&gt;O acervo literário de Nelson Lorena compreende cerca de quatrocentas crônicas sobre história, ciências, crítica, política, filosofia, religião e temas do cotidiano, escritas entre 1977 e 1990. A matéria de hoje foi publicada no Jornal “O Cachoeirense” Ano VII, edição nº.302, de 16 a 22 de maio de 1983. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 120%;"&gt;OS SANTOS QUE NÃO TIVERAM MÃES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt;NELSON LORENA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 102%;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O nosso relacionamento com o próximo difere, de indivíduo a indivíduo, de acordo com a maior ou menor centelha de Amor, de Céu que exista em nossa alma. Há criaturas que nos inspiram simpatia, logo à primeira vista; outras, porém, demonstram-nos por outro lado, frieza, desinteresse, ausência mesmo de espírito fraternal, que de alguma forma nos impõe a educação cristã. Certos valores chegam a ser subestimados por inveja, despeito ou por natural espírito critico e sistemático, mesmo por aqueles que, sob o manto translúcido da hipocrisia deista, ocultam as faces da falsa religiosidade. Encontramos em nossos alfarrábios uma série interminável de indivíduos dessa espécie, que para a maldade e o insulto escolheram por alvo a Mulher. Fugindo um pouco ao tema focalizaremos somente Salomão, o mais sábio entre os reis bíblicos. Amou apaixonadamente, com amor ardentíssimo, suas setenta mulheres e trezentas concubinas e, no seu afamado Templo declarou: “A mulher é mais amargosa que a morte, é laço de caçadores, seu coração; rede, suas mãos; cadeias. Entre mil homens achei um, entre mil mulheres nem uma”. E quanto aos Santos? São inacreditáveis as blasfêmias a elas dirigidas. São da Mãe Terra, surgem e constituem nossa existência; é do ventre da Mulher que nascem os maiores tesouros que possuímos: nossos filhos. Tiveram Mães aqueles que, considerados como Santos, tripudiaram sobre a memória da Virgem de Nazareth ao dizerem como S.João Crisóstomo teria dito: “De todas as bestas ferozes, nenhuma é tão perigosa como a mulher”. Como S.Bernardo: “Que peste soberana é a mulher. Dardo agudo do demônio. Pela mulher o Diabo venceu Adão e fê-lo perder o Paraíso”. Como Santo Antonio: “Cabeça do crime, arma do Diabo; nem mesmo uma besta feroz, mas o Diabo em pessoa”. Como S.João de Damasco: “Filha da mentira, sentinela avançada do Inferno, e que expulsou Adão do Paraíso”. Como S.Paulo: “O homem não é da mulher, mas a mulher é do homem; não foi criado para a mulher, mas a mulher para o homem”. Como S.Boaventura: “Toda malicia é pequena ao pé da mulher”. Como S.Gregório; “Uma mulher boa, é mais difícil se achar do que um corvo branco”. Como Santo Eloy: “Seremos tanto mais perfeitos quanto mais nos abstivermos da mulher”. Como S.Cipriano: “As mulheres são demônios que nos fazem entrar no Inferno pela porta do Paraíso. O primeiro pensamento de uma mulher casada é fazer-se viúva.” Não tiveram mães esses Santos? Será que eles, às vezes, por estímulos e circunstâncias várias deixam empalidecer a auréola de santidade que os envolvem e, como nós mesmos, mostram a outra face do homem? Não se entristeçam as mulheres. Para nós, sois a obra mais perfeita de Deus, criada para a missão mais nobre. Sobre vós, eis o que diz Diderot, o maior filósofo do século XVIII: “Quando se escreve sobre mulheres, preciso é molhar a pena no arco-íris e deitar sobre as linhas a poeira das asas das borboletas. É necessário que delas caiam pérolas, como da pata do cão peregrino de cada vez que a sacode”.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 103%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao professor e jornalista, José Maurício do Prado, ex-diretor proprietário do jornal “O Cachoeirense”, os nossos agradecimentos pelo acesso aos originais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja também: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oslorenas.blogspot.com/2008/09/nelson-lorena-21071902-06071990-artista.html"&gt;NELSON LORENA – O ARTISTA CACHOEIRENSE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oslorenas.blogspot.com/2009/05/arte-de-nelson-lorena-nelson-lorena_16.html"&gt;A ARTE DE NELSON LORENA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 103%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351385484008686000-1101905042503708461?l=agemil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351385484008686000/posts/default/1101905042503708461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351385484008686000/posts/default/1101905042503708461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agemil.blogspot.com/2011/09/cronica-1.html' title='Cronica-1'/><author><name>milton lorena</name><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/_mnNWkYdq0Is/SyVFfYUjwYI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/tZv8tq6Gw2o/s72-c/tio+Nelson_Literatura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351385484008686000.post-4159438389844175454</id><published>2011-09-15T17:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T19:51:34.161-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quebra cabeça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog posts'/><title type='text'>cachoeira_post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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