sexta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2006

Do blog do Léo Jaime


A TEORIA DO 11

O 11 passou a ser um número inquietante. Podem pensar que é uma casualidade forçada ou simplesmente uma tontice, mas o que está claro é que há coisas interessantes. Vejamos:

1) New York City tem 11 letras.
2) Afeganistão tem 11 letras.
3) "The Pentagon" tem 11 letras.
4) George W. Bush tem 11 letras.

Até aqui, meras coincidências ou casualidades forçadas (será???). Agora começa o interessante.

1) Nova Iorque é o estado Nº 11 dos EUA.
2) O primeiro dos vôos que embateu contra as Torres Gêmeas era o Nº11.
3) O vôo Nº 11 levava a bordo 92 passageiros; somando os numerais dá: 9+2=11.
4) O outro vôo que bateu contra as Torres, levava a bordo 65 passageiros, que somando os numerais dá: 6+5=11.
5) A tragédia teve lugar a 11 de Setembro, ou seja, 11 do 9, que somando os numerais dá: 1+1+9=11.

E agora o inquietante.

1) As vítimas totais que faleceram nos aviões são 254: 2+5+4=11.
2) O dia 11 de Setembro, é o dia número 254 do ano: 2+5+4=11.
3) A partir do 11 de setembro sobram 111 dias até ao fim de um ano.
4) Nostradamus (11 letras) profetiza a destruição de Nova Iorque na Centúria número 11 dos seus versos.

Mas o mais chocante de tudo é que, se pensarmos nas Torres Gêmeas, damo-nos conta que tinham a forma de um gigantesco número 11.
E, como se não bastasse, o atentado de Madrid aconteceu no dia 11.03.2004, que somando os numerais dá: 1+1+0+3+2+0+0+4=11.

Intrigante, não acham??

E se esqueceram que o atentado de Madrid aconteceu 911 dias depois do de New York, que somando os numerais 9+1+1=11!!!!

E AGORA o mais arrepiante:

Corinthians, tem 11 letras, tem 11 jogadores e sua fundação foi em 1910, que somando os numerais dá 1+9+1+0=11.

CONCLUSÃO DE TUDO ISSO: Bin Laden é Corinthiano!!!!!

quinta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2006

BOB DYLAN



BOB DYLAN
(Shelter from the storm)

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."