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Conheça meus textos grátis em http://www.euquefiz.com</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EscrevendoTextosComHumor" /><feedburner:info uri="escrevendotextoscomhumor" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNRH85fCp7ImA9WhRVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-7523644976546608477</id><published>2012-01-14T13:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:18:15.124-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T13:18:15.124-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doce" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aniversário" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bolo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="torta" /><title>Dúvida Filosófica</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7523644976546608477/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=7523644976546608477&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/7523644976546608477?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/7523644976546608477?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/13k_iwtOR9c/duvida-filosofica.html" title="Dúvida Filosófica" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Eu, uma dúvida filosófica tenho, 

e peço a quem estiver lendo este recado,

responda-me, agora, com todo seu empenho:

não entendo de doces, posso estar errado

(embora seja doce o sangue em minha aorta),

mas o bolo de aniversário é uma torta?



(meus textos para teatro e stand-up estão em:
www.euquefiz.com - victor@euquefiz.com)


  

    

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   - Acho que se enganaram de sorvete, querida! Tem gosto de chocolate, este abacaxi.
   - Chocolate branco?
   - Não, está com gosto de chocolate, chocolate mesmo!
   Ela sorriu com seus dentes tortos e lábios finos e ressecados, sempre com&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/a8SGLr6We9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2012/01/lip-sync-mini-conto-de-ficcao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCQn44cCp7ImA9WhRXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-5999109554226446586</id><published>2011-12-24T12:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:34:23.038-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T12:34:23.038-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mensagem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook" /><title>Linda Mensagem de Natal para os Meus Amigos</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/5999109554226446586/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=5999109554226446586&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/5999109554226446586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/5999109554226446586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/WnlqD3xqug8/linda-mensagem-de-natal-para-os-meus.html" title="Linda Mensagem de Natal para os Meus Amigos" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Amigos! não esqueçam o 

verdadeiro sentido do Natal:

o sentido do shopping, 

pra comprar meu presente!








(meus textos para teatro e stand-up estão em:
www.euquefiz.com - victor@euquefiz.com)


  

    

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Ninguém escreveu esta frase antes, segundo o Google, por isso o meu canal oficial no Youtube passa a ter o nome "humor tal que morre de rir":


http://www.youtube.com/user/victorsantanna






  

    

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(Mini-texto para stand-up - para ver mais, olhe meu site www.euquefiz.com)


   Já inventaram transplante de coração, mas porque não inventaram o transplante de cabelo? Quer dizer, o pessoal morre, pode doar órgãos, mas o cabelo não? Imagina o sucesso o cara sair festejando estar usando o cabelo do Michael Jackson, por exemplo... Ou da Dercy Gonçalves, sei lá... No meu caso qualquer um servia.
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(Atenção -  Se você está procurando citações de autores famosos 
ou frases famosas sobre o amor tente este link: http://xek.me/?p=474)

Já que a minha postagem sobre imagens com setas para o Facebook fez um sucesso relativamente alto em relação às minhas outras postagens, eis aqui a versão de mensagens em retângulos para o Facebook.

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(meus textos para teatro e stand-up estão em:
www.euquefiz.com - victor@euquefiz.com)


  

    

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(para M.I.)



Tive de sair correndo 

mas, faltou dizer 

(tinha deixado pra depois

e depois não deu tempo)

que, recentemente,

muitas vezes quis 

falar contigo

aqui, como aconteceu

agora

e me faltou coragem

de tomar iniciativa

E agora que tu

fizeste a minha parte

de quebrar o gelo

eu estou me sentindo

como um adolescente

depois de um encontro.



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   Lá estávamos nós, pais e mães, para uma recepção surpresa... 
   Sem saber o que estava acontecendo os alunos entraram sob palmas de vários minutos (e depois ainda houve os discursos, os choros, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/29SK4IBKZOQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/11/passei-as-ultimas-24-horas-chorando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMQ3c4eCp7ImA9WhRRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-65416222015950639</id><published>2011-11-16T10:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:34:42.930-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-03T01:34:42.930-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peças" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vários atores" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teatro" /><title>Textos de Teatro para Vários Atores</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/65416222015950639/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=65416222015950639&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/65416222015950639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/65416222015950639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/DMGGpGUemZM/minhas-completas-para-sinopses-clique.html" title="Textos de Teatro para Vários Atores" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Minhas Peças (Completas) 





para vários atores



 sinopses: 


(clique no título do texto para visualizá-lo)

Eu Nunca Toquei Você (2007)(ou: O que Eles Realmente Fazem Lá Dentro Enquanto Esperamos Aqui Fora!)
Texto de teatro para 11 atores (6 papéis femininos, 5 masculinos), uma comédia romântica, light, superficial, quase um "besteirol": o que se passa numa sala de espera de um &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/DMGGpGUemZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/11/minhas-completas-para-sinopses-clique.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHR3o7eSp7ImA9WhRXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-6500390249340163576</id><published>2011-11-14T16:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:02:16.401-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T11:02:16.401-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crônica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frases" /><title>O Oposto do Amor É...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6500390249340163576/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=6500390249340163576&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/6500390249340163576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/6500390249340163576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/IJj_kp2CYUY/o-oposto-do-amor-e.html" title="O Oposto do Amor É..." /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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Nobel da Paz (1986), sobrevivente dos campos de concentração nazistas, o escritor judeu, nascido na Romênia, Elie Wiesel:

“O oposto do amor não é nenhum ódio, é a indiferença. O oposto de arte não é a feiúra, é a indiferença. O oposto de fé não é nenhuma heresia, é a indiferença. E o oposto da vida não é a morte, é a indiferença.”

Sempre fico em dúvida sobre a autoria do que se acha na &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/IJj_kp2CYUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-oposto-do-amor-e.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cBRXY9eCp7ImA9WhRQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-1898310279199939438</id><published>2011-11-13T23:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:24:14.860-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T12:24:14.860-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="texto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grátis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stand-up" /><title>Presente!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1898310279199939438/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=1898310279199939438&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/1898310279199939438?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/1898310279199939438?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/CLQ-rxeHrqg/presente.html" title="Presente!" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCfxKiqniFQ/TuoCAhtx-WI/AAAAAAAACOU/E5XQoO7UQpQ/s72-c/cover_front_medium.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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  Vem chegando o Natal e eu odeio essas coisas de "amigo secreto" (ou "amigo oculto", se preferir). Ganhei 5 vezes seguidas a mesma coisa de pessoas diferentes no Natal. Por que será que as pessoas vão a uma loja comprar um presente, pensam em mim e decidem que eu preciso de uma lanterna portátil?

  Fica muito chato, porque nos Natais seguintes tive de dar&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/CLQ-rxeHrqg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/11/presente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NR3g-fip7ImA9WhRSE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-7408480558260831447</id><published>2011-11-13T14:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:43:16.656-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T15:43:16.656-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mágica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fé" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="superstição" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="geladeira" /><title>A prova de que Acreditamos em Magia</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7408480558260831447/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=7408480558260831447&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/7408480558260831447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/7408480558260831447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/nkzQ2oqErUg/prova-de-que-acreditamos-em-magia.html" title="A prova de que Acreditamos em Magia" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Ku-_LN65ck/Tr_usikMcYI/AAAAAAAACLk/n6tf7hPQ3Hw/s72-c/f_2010_11_18_refrigerador_018_crop_med.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C6kXwQnKk2f6rRz-_ZNV6wCNBM0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C6kXwQnKk2f6rRz-_ZNV6wCNBM0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C6kXwQnKk2f6rRz-_ZNV6wCNBM0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C6kXwQnKk2f6rRz-_ZNV6wCNBM0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  O ser humano tem comportamento paradoxal, mesmo acreditando em ciência e sabendo que certas superstições são bobagem, insistimos em fazer certas coisas que parecem maluquice... Eu, por exemplo, evito subir em uma calçada com o pé esquerdo... Bobagem, claro...
  Mas não é só comigo... Mesmo os mais céticos já passaram por isso... Abrir a geladeira mesmo sabendo que não tem nada lá... Por que a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/nkzQ2oqErUg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/11/prova-de-que-acreditamos-em-magia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCRno9fip7ImA9WhRXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-3739166858905150299</id><published>2011-11-11T14:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:27:47.466-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T11:27:47.466-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ridículas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="imagens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="engraçadas" /><title>Imagens para NÃO Compartilhar no Facebook</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/3739166858905150299/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=3739166858905150299&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/3739166858905150299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/3739166858905150299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/CQmlvxXtnMY/imagens-para-nao-compartilhar-no.html" title="Imagens para NÃO Compartilhar no Facebook" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pV2qPnQ17r8/Ts-h6GcmVwI/AAAAAAAACNw/rUtsqNfv0Ug/s72-c/victor_lessons05.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/odr5lnB-r9Zs0kXmc67PK7bbgDw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/odr5lnB-r9Zs0kXmc67PK7bbgDw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/odr5lnB-r9Zs0kXmc67PK7bbgDw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/odr5lnB-r9Zs0kXmc67PK7bbgDw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   Imagens com textos são coisas ridículas por natureza, se são "imagens", não deviam ser "textos"... Mas parece que quanto mais texto tem uma imagem, mais ela é compartilhada, kkk... Aqui vão algumas das minhas:



























   Gostou? Compartilhe!
   Odiou? Envie links de imagens interessantes aqui pelos comentários!




(meus textos para teatro e stand-up estão em:
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JEt8gMVnMB-z5cIVsgkYZAWhFFM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JEt8gMVnMB-z5cIVsgkYZAWhFFM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JEt8gMVnMB-z5cIVsgkYZAWhFFM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JEt8gMVnMB-z5cIVsgkYZAWhFFM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bom, tá rolando um monte de campanhas com gente colando imagens com setinhas apontando para sua foto do perfil do Facebook, as pessoas colam essas imagens nos seus álbuns ou compartilham as imagens dos outros... resolvi fazer minha própria coleção de imagens para compartilhar no Facebook, aqui vão:


 


 


 

 

  









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"Ser mãe, é padecer no paraíso", repetia minha amiga Silvia Moura quando tinha 17 anos...







Esta foto de um estátua que homenageia as mães, no centro de Canela/RS, é o exemplo do trabalho do artesão do humor: 
ao encontrar um ponto-de-vista diferente daquele que o artista que criou a obra pretendia mostrar, o fotógrafo* retratou com bom humor exatamente o que as mães costumam sofrer pela &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/yazqBw-C53E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/11/humor-e-uma-quastao-de-ponto-de-vista.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMQX8zfCp7ImA9WhRTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-7186182862286385868</id><published>2011-11-01T16:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:19:40.184-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-05T12:19:40.184-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inpiração" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="auto-ajuda" /><title>Se a Vida Te Der um Limão...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/7186182862286385868/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=7186182862286385868&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/7186182862286385868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/7186182862286385868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/aQdGhSX2q8A/se-vida-te-der-um-limao.html" title="Se a Vida Te Der um Limão..." /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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http://youtu.be/wmQ6Tz9BcfQ









Se a Vida Te Der um Limão...



Se a vida te der a noite de presente

Olha o céu, a lua, constelações, estrelas

Sente a beleza do universo a tua frente!



Mas... Se a vida te der noite mais escura

Ousa! Inventa uma jornada de aventura!



Se a vida te der falta de dinheiro

(o que hoje em dia é muito provável)

Aproveita! Caminha mais e come menos

E leva &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/aQdGhSX2q8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-vida-te-der-um-limao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AMSX8_eyp7ImA9WhRXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-1683431685758451193</id><published>2011-10-29T00:41:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:08.143-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T11:03:08.143-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="educação" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notícias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="robótica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teatro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ciência" /><title>Professores Universitários Combinam Teatro com Robótica</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/1683431685758451193/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=1683431685758451193&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/1683431685758451193?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/1683431685758451193?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/EDrJyJjR9CA/professores-universitarios-combinam.html" title="Professores Universitários Combinam Teatro com Robótica" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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   O curso de "Midia Interativa e Performance ao Vivo" é ministrado por David Saltz, chefe de departamento de Estudos em Filmes e Teatro e diretor executivo do Idéias para Exploração Criativa, uma iniciativa de pesquisa universitária em Artes. O curso mistura, por exemplo, estudo de obras teatrais inovadoras de Harold Pinter e Samuel Beckett com estudo sobre robôs e como fazê-los atuar &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/EDrJyJjR9CA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/10/professores-universitarios-combinam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcDQ38yfip7ImA9WhRXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-8605508417912608540</id><published>2011-10-28T01:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:07:52.196-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T11:07:52.196-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amigos" /><title>Amigos bem-humorados</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/8605508417912608540/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=8605508417912608540&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/8605508417912608540?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/8605508417912608540?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/eBPRqiDle14/amigos-bem-humorados.html" title="Amigos bem-humorados" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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   Se o Justin Bieber perguntasse pra Selena Gomes o que ela acha de algum dos Jonas Brothers e ela respondesse que comeria ele e os irmãos dele isso seria pedofilia ou piada de mau gosto?

   Quando as pessoas riem do bochechudo Quiko ou do feio e esquelético "Seu" Madruga cometendo atos de violência contra crianças (Chaves) ou do gordo Seu Barriga da velha "Bruxa" do 71, isso não é preconceito&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/60NrjrlIOpU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/10/humor-e-preconceito.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GQXs5eSp7ImA9WhRXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-2454970443884700600</id><published>2011-10-15T12:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:40.521-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T11:03:40.521-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="educação" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="receita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dia do professor" /><title>Dia do professor</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/2454970443884700600/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=2454970443884700600&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/2454970443884700600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/2454970443884700600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/ZEN02gtDAGw/dia-do-professor.html" title="Dia do professor" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wzpBdEpkBc/TpmfOZJO66I/AAAAAAAACJs/-HNObCchzNc/s72-c/quadro_professor.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n3Mn7xp1fDIKIxLZJE5yclm27kU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n3Mn7xp1fDIKIxLZJE5yclm27kU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n3Mn7xp1fDIKIxLZJE5yclm27kU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n3Mn7xp1fDIKIxLZJE5yclm27kU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Meu Facebook está inundado de receitas de como ser um bom professor, então resolvi criar a minha própria. Não que eu seja um bom professor, mas pelo menos eu tenho um método. Duvida? Então olha só:






1) Chocolate - não necessariamente ao pé-da-letra, mas esteja alimentado e preparado para uma aula - trabalho é estressante, então tenha sempre algo gostoso para se carregar de energias positivas&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/ZEN02gtDAGw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-do-professor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMRH0-eyp7ImA9WhdbFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-4829617007260780474</id><published>2011-10-15T10:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:58:05.353-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T10:58:05.353-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escritor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title>Outros autores</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/4829617007260780474/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=4829617007260780474&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/4829617007260780474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/4829617007260780474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/8UBtDoJwCno/outros-autores.html" title="Outros autores" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8SXZTkOXr_ZOOEORP1vRZy7Yg2c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8SXZTkOXr_ZOOEORP1vRZy7Yg2c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8SXZTkOXr_ZOOEORP1vRZy7Yg2c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8SXZTkOXr_ZOOEORP1vRZy7Yg2c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hoje o post é para falar de outros autores, vou citar 2 blogs:

O HOMEM DO TEATRO - http://www.ohomemdoteatro.blogspot.com/
Este autor possui peças completas à disposição em seu blog, vale à pena dar uma lida, quem sabe não é o tipo de obra que você está procurando? O autor é Luís Gonçalves, de Coimbra, Portugal.


PENSAMENTOS SOLTOS - http://phegomes.blogspot.com/
Um blog de poesias com &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/8UBtDoJwCno" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/10/outros-autores.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cAQHY8fyp7ImA9WhdbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843037983543869425.post-6834279426871021144</id><published>2011-10-15T03:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T03:44:01.877-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T03:44:01.877-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="analgésico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="riso" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ciência" /><title>Será que "rir é o melhor remédio"?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/feeds/6834279426871021144/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=843037983543869425&amp;postID=6834279426871021144&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/6834279426871021144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/843037983543869425/posts/default/6834279426871021144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~3/ObE2L25j8xk/sera-que-rir-e-o-melhor-remedio.html" title="Será que &quot;rir é o melhor remédio&quot;?" /><author><name>VictormS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747205364293728515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lckaxncUEQ/TBunvoT0QvI/AAAAAAAABuc/HjroxfFuTX4/S220/Imagem_2010_03_+097_SQ_mini.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rls375mKbUW_CsGsQL9HWzj8ofo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rls375mKbUW_CsGsQL9HWzj8ofo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rls375mKbUW_CsGsQL9HWzj8ofo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rls375mKbUW_CsGsQL9HWzj8ofo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Talvez não seja verdade que "rir é o melhor remédio"... Mas pode ser o anestésico mais barato!

Segundo uma pesquisa feita na Universidade de Oxford (Grã-Bretanha), uma boa gargalhada libera substâncias químicas que agem como analgésico natural e, portanto, reduzindo a dor...

O link da notícia está aqui: http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/noticias/2011/09/110914_riso_estudo_pu.shtml

Mas, uma &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscrevendoTextosComHumor/~4/ObE2L25j8xk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://textosteatro.blogspot.com/2011/10/sera-que-rir-e-o-melhor-remedio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

