tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38671882909007973922024-02-06T20:34:49.737-08:00gilnamura - Poucas PalavrasQuando quase nada diz muito: fere, insinua, esclarece, remete. Quando o hálito da palavra é o prato completo e a síntese da obra cabal, está feito o almoço. Migalhas, sim, pra que mais? Enfim, basta ver o milho para tomar ciência da espiga, da palha, do caule, do solo. Um breve sorriso remete ao picadeiro. Uma única lágrima emana toda dor. O ínfimo guarda em si o universo absoluto. Basta, portando, o mínimo. Ele diz tudo.Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-39034057915126342442009-08-05T08:46:00.000-07:002009-08-05T09:01:10.094-07:00Pra pesar na evolução<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SdxLAUSNfeSRF309ApBQBBjTuqfULoIGgRuo1TJenKCCWIF_KTnorBVbD7NdMhvixMCuIXNBr-6snCdw6ByknHxUDRW5ykh8iZ7uY7EoyVyEZdqkdch4UIb5UNPUqppfa66Ua5pXOAE/s1600-h/Twitter_logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SdxLAUSNfeSRF309ApBQBBjTuqfULoIGgRuo1TJenKCCWIF_KTnorBVbD7NdMhvixMCuIXNBr-6snCdw6ByknHxUDRW5ykh8iZ7uY7EoyVyEZdqkdch4UIb5UNPUqppfa66Ua5pXOAE/s400/Twitter_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366509227885647874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estou atendendendo em plantão permanente aqui ao lado.<br />Me acrescentem, ok? - abraços gerais e irrestritos.<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/gilbertonamura">http://twitter.com/gilbertonamura</a></span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-8081459945205207492009-06-12T18:46:00.000-07:002009-06-12T18:48:36.890-07:00Pra pensar no amor apesar das diferenças<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8dYH_bDSS9kP3XMVQfvJvznErNwNcWhgdCLGby1ELPYCg-ky0l9-CcjnIkhNSD-4V5l7htjGr7dQiBQT9Db2s7G6tzpM4kq0Be1dR_Nu6u5a-8rQcduddOZF-H_cj-rqMRTMpYL8xhM/s1600-h/amor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8dYH_bDSS9kP3XMVQfvJvznErNwNcWhgdCLGby1ELPYCg-ky0l9-CcjnIkhNSD-4V5l7htjGr7dQiBQT9Db2s7G6tzpM4kq0Be1dR_Nu6u5a-8rQcduddOZF-H_cj-rqMRTMpYL8xhM/s320/amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346622991309825122" border="0" /></a>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-17751680892034017062009-05-28T11:43:00.000-07:002009-05-28T11:46:34.814-07:00Pra pensar no consumismo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTZFfrHrT3Fg1hYHDoIaEkRMOuDAjZqtpcO-MEshwhbsTJEUh6qR8Hi5LGOlmHWNzIC28qMGhA8qvEp_x6KGZ-GMnAxc2ejWoVSqqT-w0qx09vbeuOLLHl1R7G_JoWuDE_gHfpp96rlE/s1600-h/dardo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTZFfrHrT3Fg1hYHDoIaEkRMOuDAjZqtpcO-MEshwhbsTJEUh6qR8Hi5LGOlmHWNzIC28qMGhA8qvEp_x6KGZ-GMnAxc2ejWoVSqqT-w0qx09vbeuOLLHl1R7G_JoWuDE_gHfpp96rlE/s400/dardo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340948111615806898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">DARDO DE PAIRA: aí eu me pergunto, pra que diabos servem os dardos de praia, será que alguém vai até a areia pra jogar isso?</span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-6637331683262776142009-05-25T12:53:00.000-07:002009-05-25T12:57:30.982-07:00Pra pensar no amor eterno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTawGP7RnLrfM2nyd_Jm5MwSxPZ23oweQOY2-nYOXfLijqJppHpX94YocaWeisimrO0j_0hDhdBqI3mTXBlXOuNYqpW4DoON2r7sESxHI8_tZcnAQlo1l07kBr2-AP-_ufsc4PKxLY00/s1600-h/amorantigo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTawGP7RnLrfM2nyd_Jm5MwSxPZ23oweQOY2-nYOXfLijqJppHpX94YocaWeisimrO0j_0hDhdBqI3mTXBlXOuNYqpW4DoON2r7sESxHI8_tZcnAQlo1l07kBr2-AP-_ufsc4PKxLY00/s400/amorantigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339852516330176562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ah, que saudade de quem nunca cometeu um erro grave e apagou para sempre as minhas melhores palavras.</span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-35987922194098871192009-05-17T18:22:00.001-07:002009-05-17T18:23:12.261-07:00Pra pensar na natureza I (sobretudo, a feminina)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9mbl-S2COcse9jiQEWgO170WNr5fhKFxWXX2zkzQKsccpwowgmHilQ5XCNiQyLsFBOuG0wEkhB8Jlp7E-YLocSVk9O9lAiUKsfqbtmHxpKEO8lEHRUfHtzPd062hoWfD2nW4pRmYgBi8/s1600-h/cart_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9mbl-S2COcse9jiQEWgO170WNr5fhKFxWXX2zkzQKsccpwowgmHilQ5XCNiQyLsFBOuG0wEkhB8Jlp7E-YLocSVk9O9lAiUKsfqbtmHxpKEO8lEHRUfHtzPd062hoWfD2nW4pRmYgBi8/s320/cart_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336968384714042706" border="0" /></a>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-22945934109535784302009-05-17T18:19:00.000-07:002009-05-17T18:21:52.117-07:00Pra pensar na natureza II (sobretudo, a feminina)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsKckHp4rEOowi7A4g7ACgCVtVvHDC7BMMChjTtXvSjrnvtvvgVMnsJL2UWQhQ3ZJmbNF_i54urdgXpkUxnTOotz9TtUSNjUS8YmTjaNoP_2WH-wRbPdoNhsBXrk2JMKexyURTnW1LoU/s1600-h/cart_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsKckHp4rEOowi7A4g7ACgCVtVvHDC7BMMChjTtXvSjrnvtvvgVMnsJL2UWQhQ3ZJmbNF_i54urdgXpkUxnTOotz9TtUSNjUS8YmTjaNoP_2WH-wRbPdoNhsBXrk2JMKexyURTnW1LoU/s320/cart_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336967809465113458" border="0" /></a>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-35995247405533296472009-05-17T17:57:00.001-07:002009-05-17T17:59:36.702-07:00Pra pensar no país<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rglG0uMbgXS_cWZg1k4BiipezBtYsXUyTEP9C2QV_bNhNR-qMaQFr13xL1WJPgErQtnGVDOqvjv17DL9SXHdXx2Ycp9lT5DWKzLVlWRx4r1z_inW37HwSgco-Yn9Tx4R-n3ry10SS-o/s1600-h/vote.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rglG0uMbgXS_cWZg1k4BiipezBtYsXUyTEP9C2QV_bNhNR-qMaQFr13xL1WJPgErQtnGVDOqvjv17DL9SXHdXx2Ycp9lT5DWKzLVlWRx4r1z_inW37HwSgco-Yn9Tx4R-n3ry10SS-o/s320/vote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336962187782280018" border="0" /></a>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-62799546463917717172009-05-02T19:27:00.000-07:002009-05-02T19:30:02.258-07:00Pra pensar nas preferências<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsex5LAnIHRsl79IkdI2st-KuTTmU8WQpUMPNJDsOgrSd5cS-HSs1GLHuDZJghpfa06R50ydkNrQJ3gCq5PkW4ZlQxBNznW7ga6egz2nd8tYzyrunMK7I3iwJhveKPwLXMuGE4wBTO7k/s1600-h/lobo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsex5LAnIHRsl79IkdI2st-KuTTmU8WQpUMPNJDsOgrSd5cS-HSs1GLHuDZJghpfa06R50ydkNrQJ3gCq5PkW4ZlQxBNznW7ga6egz2nd8tYzyrunMK7I3iwJhveKPwLXMuGE4wBTO7k/s320/lobo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331419326106699666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O lobo come o coelho com<br />os olhos no cordeiro. </span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-19724715238786605772009-04-30T10:51:00.000-07:002009-05-01T20:15:33.279-07:00Pra pensar no problema e na oportunidade<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PESQUISA</span>: 56% das mulheres consideram o ato sexual como algo MUITO INVASIVO.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">OPORTUNIDADE</span>: é a hora e a vez dos Mal-Dotados. Aproveite!<br /></span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-91125140147046256692009-03-25T10:26:00.000-07:002009-03-25T10:29:31.152-07:00Pra pensar num gênio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijEq89LRkq00tR0EVmZu67Zgw1_T-SVt0iNkNWYV8Fp1sGA8RZpY-8oTIR_xkGVBVV0QtRzoA40bxzamFv6tiyOllpRn3M1h9oyvZ-g9jdOQ_3De4qwgqYdUaKaXLD1CJQRDk_fK_Vdns/s1600-h/l%C3%A1grima.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijEq89LRkq00tR0EVmZu67Zgw1_T-SVt0iNkNWYV8Fp1sGA8RZpY-8oTIR_xkGVBVV0QtRzoA40bxzamFv6tiyOllpRn3M1h9oyvZ-g9jdOQ_3De4qwgqYdUaKaXLD1CJQRDk_fK_Vdns/s400/l%C3%A1grima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317178807156818578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >""Quando ela chora,<br />não sei se é dos olhos<br />pra fora...""<br />- </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Chico Buarque -</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Ela faz Cinema.</span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-68964930350031201152009-01-01T10:57:00.000-08:002009-01-01T12:02:54.011-08:00Pra pensar no 1º de ano<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >É como diz a música:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"E assim já não posso sofrer no ano passado</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Tenho sangrado demais, tenho chorado pra cachorro</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Ano passado eu morri mas esse ano eu não morro</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Ano passado eu morri mas esse ano eu não morro</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-21257103882116282752008-12-24T13:46:00.000-08:002008-12-25T10:07:17.800-08:00Pra pensar no natal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYf7QYt9xLssNUuTXX6KNLAuB4y0UwFBXw7Kh6hArMcsxh9y7DR_5GY4JDlOe2acgueaDbZCyuiY-goGfv0t-_0yHkGiQ4fX6fs4RQyFXGV_tDa4lXHtZJaaWlX05zQp0whh2L4IoAI0/s1600-h/bumbum.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYf7QYt9xLssNUuTXX6KNLAuB4y0UwFBXw7Kh6hArMcsxh9y7DR_5GY4JDlOe2acgueaDbZCyuiY-goGfv0t-_0yHkGiQ4fX6fs4RQyFXGV_tDa4lXHtZJaaWlX05zQp0whh2L4IoAI0/s320/bumbum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283790727335161458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hoje é 25 de dezembro. Lembro que quando eu tinha 6 anos pedi uma bicicleta ao Papai Noel.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ele deu. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ah, meu Deus, como fui besta!</span><br /><br /></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-20477730187030965202008-12-22T09:54:00.000-08:002008-12-22T10:12:15.029-08:00Pra pensar no mercantilismo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO9V-Ts_f_2BT31rBDj2NVII9r-brUubD6bdBAU-Qf7AXD03d5D081-23h80iMATqaA7w79C_vrJnGF2-duZbzruiK3tjXhaygOuwVFxzHAaCG4VIjnVPPo1G0s1dwrSS2qOQdTdUliSU/s1600-h/garota+e+cadeira.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO9V-Ts_f_2BT31rBDj2NVII9r-brUubD6bdBAU-Qf7AXD03d5D081-23h80iMATqaA7w79C_vrJnGF2-duZbzruiK3tjXhaygOuwVFxzHAaCG4VIjnVPPo1G0s1dwrSS2qOQdTdUliSU/s400/garota+e+cadeira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282674818989541394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Conforme afirma o Dr. Babanaghuche: "Basta acreditar piamente que tudo se consegue." Portanto, tenha fé, tente. Se cair procure o </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Babanaghuche que ele é ortopedista e facilita pinos de platina em até 10 vezes.</span></span><br /></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-49860743641598318902008-12-01T13:20:00.000-08:002008-12-01T13:25:36.831-08:00Pra pensar no ontem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLNYSorW5fFQO5UDBFXWLAkKDDWQbSPC1GXEs0qkegIKBo7p4mGGl1MpX-zGwWuBdxBlXznjwDcen7LsViumt7mKdcFR0J2oCk_xsUoVfi2YuVqG05T8m9LybGztZHnitr_BMhow7OLQc/s1600-h/elkabong2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLNYSorW5fFQO5UDBFXWLAkKDDWQbSPC1GXEs0qkegIKBo7p4mGGl1MpX-zGwWuBdxBlXznjwDcen7LsViumt7mKdcFR0J2oCk_xsUoVfi2YuVqG05T8m9LybGztZHnitr_BMhow7OLQc/s400/elkabong2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274935408772673186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Aí, meu Deus, que saudade de quando tudo<br />se resolvia com um simples violão.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >(Em memória de El Kabong)</span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-45072923819231837322008-11-05T10:32:00.000-08:002008-11-05T10:33:10.738-08:00Pra pensar no conteúdo<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">O alfabeto vai de A a Z.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">E quanta coisa cabe aí no meio.</span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-6210262132364443452008-11-05T10:28:00.000-08:002008-11-05T10:31:33.074-08:00Pra pensar na medida certa<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A vida é um chafariz</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">que jorra por um triz.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Não pese a mão, rapaz!</span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-33872237275234004412008-10-30T13:42:00.001-07:002008-10-30T14:13:00.500-07:00Pra pensar num amigo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcc8VSuaTBZ4GVMzUBeu0fv8n895Ns8UxsYyUjHAFFsoWd9R9AXCEekaX-v9PnXsujHPlOBlIlFno49QRfjIEToqYKQsGjVCo-6QzjeCSxCPwu3LMT9rg24x3wOBYHSmp-yiFLppqZh4/s1600-h/Livro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcc8VSuaTBZ4GVMzUBeu0fv8n895Ns8UxsYyUjHAFFsoWd9R9AXCEekaX-v9PnXsujHPlOBlIlFno49QRfjIEToqYKQsGjVCo-6QzjeCSxCPwu3LMT9rg24x3wOBYHSmp-yiFLppqZh4/s400/Livro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263057946942704450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0YHDL6iDUd1cVcA-j-Hg0yyKInyzUkihRuCuqzwIoCum6hIJ4tyVVKvbLdoA_iJTNzBm9LzDR1FnrXMwFXt154nugh8SP1BGf_lx8-qSdU_UixOUF-Gu8QX60s5y_r7xaxN75dx7BgHU/s1600-h/livros.jpg"><br /></a>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-12556132588478400532008-10-16T10:44:00.000-07:002008-10-16T10:46:28.938-07:00Pra pensar no guarda-costas<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tá certo que o senhor tem que correr<br />das fãs, mas será que não dá pra<br />deixar pelo menos uma pra mim?<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; color: red;"></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-9111510414645664242008-10-10T15:01:00.000-07:002008-10-10T15:27:03.107-07:00Pra pensar nos ídolos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjqogAyu92RnO6ZFROTUf1cf2xfuAsqZeNdanyjsh4asAsO6v6lt_IORG315act9NuFPaL-de1ZyUzCYuTsHCCiiy7TrNIA7RXuMhKpyuSISq_nQbCW6l7dhzEUHwGdvKv_3K3XLoYHk/s1600-h/boy.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjqogAyu92RnO6ZFROTUf1cf2xfuAsqZeNdanyjsh4asAsO6v6lt_IORG315act9NuFPaL-de1ZyUzCYuTsHCCiiy7TrNIA7RXuMhKpyuSISq_nQbCW6l7dhzEUHwGdvKv_3K3XLoYHk/s320/boy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255655349843323042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">--- Filho, tudo bem que você se julga cover do Nirvana; mas não dá pra comprar umas guitarras mais baratinhas?</span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-12974073466083314722008-10-04T09:21:00.001-07:002008-10-04T09:28:26.048-07:00Pra pensar na justiça<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQu5-wF_Uv-NPNy5P9FJxKiS0cea03VBzpkIMRDZt7WgJ9Wt8gUoEFKAxJmuXf9HDc-pL0sp4PJCXEQArsjctamKTbRJ4AWYr0B3CpjzaPnBpZcUtUfxWXaTZd5fXTR-fdDZX35Bupir8/s1600-h/dezembargador.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQu5-wF_Uv-NPNy5P9FJxKiS0cea03VBzpkIMRDZt7WgJ9Wt8gUoEFKAxJmuXf9HDc-pL0sp4PJCXEQArsjctamKTbRJ4AWYr0B3CpjzaPnBpZcUtUfxWXaTZd5fXTR-fdDZX35Bupir8/s400/dezembargador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253336059509884146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxlDSWcIJJ36ol-22C9MV5zcYeeJZ4BKCGKdX5eUQOJjiAxqy0yJfhl59YlPtueuWcpgdSOoJ2kXIWFBIYTIq4q8DkGXDEHRmWiISlMEeXjgLug_ila6zKy1aL6jZnRZ6BsLI22rrz8U/s1600-h/dezembargador.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >SE NÃO DER PRA LER A MATÉRIA CLIQUE NA IMAGEM</span></a><br /></div>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-27121658744192917302008-10-03T10:17:00.000-07:002008-10-03T10:46:02.204-07:00Pra pensar no óbvio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitPvhTgpgDl3sGUyjPJDnHmfFA63QwIVHO0syn8hs4BJWTA9wLAwpjOhyGPTV4KugHyQSvYEWI3iUOqw73aYH725eV2X7cXKQ1vQ_xyTHfDx4NvyoRes0app6zmNcqZmViDRFmPM8JLEo/s1600-h/Sherlock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitPvhTgpgDl3sGUyjPJDnHmfFA63QwIVHO0syn8hs4BJWTA9wLAwpjOhyGPTV4KugHyQSvYEWI3iUOqw73aYH725eV2X7cXKQ1vQ_xyTHfDx4NvyoRes0app6zmNcqZmViDRFmPM8JLEo/s320/Sherlock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252985323574734946" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><strong>O difícil é o óbvio!<br /><br /><br />Sherlock Holmes e Dr.Watson vão acampar.<br /><br />Montam a barraca e depois de uma boa refeição e uma garrafa de vinho, se deitam para dormir.<br /><br />Algumas horas depois, Holmes acorda e cutuca o fiel amigo:<br /><br />Meu caro Watson olhe para cima e diga-me o que vê.<br /><br />Watson responde: Vejo milhares de estrelas.<br /><br />Holmes pergunta: E o que isso significa?<br /><br />Watson pensa e diz:<br /><br />Astronomicamente, significa que há milhares e milhares de galáxias e, potencialmente, bilhões de planetas.<br /><br />Astrologicamente vejo que Saturno está em Leão e teremos um dia de sorte.<br /><br />Temporalmente, deduzo que são aproximadamente 3h15min pela altura em que se encontra a Estrela Polar.<br /><br />Teologicamente, posso ver que Deus é todo poderoso e somos pequenos e insignificantes.<br /><br />Meteorologicamente, suspeito que amanhã será um lindo dia. Certo?<br /><br />Holmes fica um minuto em silêncio e responde:<br /><br />Watson, seu idiota! Significa apenas que alguém roubou nossa barraca!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"A VIDA É SIMPLES, NÓS É QUE TEMOS A MANIA DE COMPLICAR"</span></strong></span></span></span></div> <div><strong></strong><br /></div>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-47299608950752306822008-09-24T10:10:00.000-07:002008-09-24T13:13:27.527-07:00Pra pensar na mãe da debutante<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >[Fotógrafo]:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">--- Com licença, minha senhora,<br />há trinta anos meu pai já lhe<br />fotografou.<br />Agora, por favor, sai da frente<br />que é a vez da menina!<br /></span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-61343996125740151152008-09-24T10:06:00.000-07:002008-09-24T10:09:05.269-07:00Pra pensar no síndico<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">--- Caros condôminos: desculpem,<br />ainda não chamei a assistência técnica<br />para arrumar os dois elevadores porque<br />o telefone está com defeito.<br /></span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-85491157300783475652008-09-24T10:00:00.000-07:002008-09-24T10:04:43.402-07:00Pra pensar no ourives<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />--- Infelizmente, a pedra do seu<br />anel é falsa, o metal não é ouro.<br />Perdão, mas suas unhas também<br />são postiças.<br /><br /></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:9;" ><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3867188290900797392.post-20880980440915077252008-09-24T09:57:00.000-07:002008-09-24T09:59:40.136-07:00Pra pensar na vizinha<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">--- Oi querida, vi a sua roupa<br />no varal. Super branquinha,<br />hein?<br />Parabéns: a sua máquina de<br />lavar é bem melhor que a<br />minha empregada.<br /></span></span>Gilberto Namurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263816462095762508noreply@blogger.com0