<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655</id><updated>2011-12-15T02:42:03.341Z</updated><category term='Humanos'/><category term='Flagra'/><category term='Felicidade'/><category term='Da Próxima Vez'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Porto Sentido'/><category term='inveja'/><category term='Alexandre'/><category term='mais perto do céu'/><category term='Formiga'/><category term='bicycles'/><category term='surfer girl'/><category term='Beijo Partido'/><category term='trabalho'/><category term='Liberdade'/><category term='Permanecer Criança'/><title type='text'>Sombras na areia</title><subtitle type='html'>Fotografias fascinantes que vão fazer pensar e letras de músicas eternas na nossa memória.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-1392767207749189506</id><published>2007-07-01T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:00:43.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RoeIVhzpgfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n5Zsw0sm2d8/s1600-h/sombras+na+areia_catarina+cunha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RoeIVhzpgfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n5Zsw0sm2d8/s400/sombras+na+areia_catarina+cunha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082180607944524274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Catarina Cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rufus Wainwright &gt;&gt; Shadows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will keep&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in this evening&lt;br /&gt;Even though&lt;br /&gt;They are not here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be a great star&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm far from happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;Feel the world around me&lt;br /&gt;Fighting through&lt;br /&gt;Fighting through the whiskey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be a great star&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm far from happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of these shadows&lt;br /&gt;Comes the light&lt;br /&gt;Shadows comes the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will keep&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in this evening&lt;br /&gt;Even though&lt;br /&gt;You are not here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be a great star&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm far from happy&lt;br /&gt;I could be a great star&lt;br /&gt;I could be a great star&lt;br /&gt;I could be a great star&lt;br /&gt;I could be a great star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of these shadows&lt;br /&gt;Comes the light&lt;br /&gt;Out of these shadows&lt;br /&gt;Comes the light&lt;br /&gt;Shadows comes the light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-1392767207749189506?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/1392767207749189506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=1392767207749189506&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1392767207749189506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1392767207749189506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/07/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RoeIVhzpgfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n5Zsw0sm2d8/s72-c/sombras+na+areia_catarina+cunha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-8024193492223749039</id><published>2007-06-08T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:27:05.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RmmP9NDjGaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/iEbFOvyuvfI/s1600-h/rosalina+afonso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RmmP9NDjGaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/iEbFOvyuvfI/s400/rosalina+afonso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073744736848910754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Rosalina Afonso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Damien Rice &gt;&gt; Delicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might kiss when we are alone&lt;br /&gt;When nobody's watching&lt;br /&gt;We might take it home&lt;br /&gt;We might make out when nobody's there&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we're scared&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it's delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do you fill my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With the words you've borrowed&lt;br /&gt;From the only place you've known&lt;br /&gt;And why do you sing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;If it means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do you sing with me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might live like never before&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing to give&lt;br /&gt;Well how can we ask for more&lt;br /&gt;We might make love in some sacred place&lt;br /&gt;The look on your face is delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do you fill my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With the words you've borrowed&lt;br /&gt;From the only place you've known&lt;br /&gt;And why do you sing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;If it means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do you sing with me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do you fill my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With the words you've borrowed&lt;br /&gt;From the only place you've known&lt;br /&gt;And why do you sing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;If it means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do you sing with me at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-8024193492223749039?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/8024193492223749039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=8024193492223749039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/8024193492223749039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/8024193492223749039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/06/delicate.html' title='Delicate'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RmmP9NDjGaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/iEbFOvyuvfI/s72-c/rosalina+afonso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-926637017725093054</id><published>2007-06-03T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:45:06.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Of Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RmKo3ZjuC1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/P2ov1rmvzvo/s1600-h/Ricardo+Zerrenner-rio+%C3%A0+noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RmKo3ZjuC1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/P2ov1rmvzvo/s400/Ricardo+Zerrenner-rio+%C3%A0+noite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071801800079575890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Ricardo Zerrenner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Violent Femmes &gt;&gt; Jesus Of Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Redeemer towering high over Rio&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, Rio&lt;br /&gt;Where they held a summit to save the world&lt;br /&gt;And to mark the time when development&lt;br /&gt;As traditionally understood-had failed&lt;br /&gt;And the affluent North raping the South&lt;br /&gt;Investment from the North means&lt;br /&gt;Economic bondage for the South&lt;br /&gt;Under the burden of debt payments&lt;br /&gt;I was with a whore in Copenhagan&lt;br /&gt;Drinking eight hundred dollars worth of&lt;br /&gt;Champagne in kroner&lt;br /&gt;She came from Rio&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to save the world&lt;br /&gt;We did not get what we wanted&lt;br /&gt;She wanted money--&lt;br /&gt;She did not get what she wanted&lt;br /&gt;I missed my wife--&lt;br /&gt;I did not get what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Death sat on my lap&lt;br /&gt;Death sits on all our laps&lt;br /&gt;While Christ the Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Towers high over Rio&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro. Rio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-926637017725093054?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/926637017725093054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=926637017725093054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/926637017725093054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/926637017725093054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/06/jesus-of-rio.html' title='Jesus Of Rio'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RmKo3ZjuC1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/P2ov1rmvzvo/s72-c/Ricardo+Zerrenner-rio+%C3%A0+noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-5755526839649552273</id><published>2007-05-31T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:38:08.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Superstition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rl74gJjuCWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fNUBLEr8Sgk/s1600-h/Ricardo+J.+G.+Caetano-Supersti%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rl74gJjuCWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fNUBLEr8Sgk/s400/Ricardo+J.+G.+Caetano-Supersti%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070763461670996322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coldplay &gt;&gt; Only Superstition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cardboard inner-city&lt;br /&gt;Has found its way to me&lt;br /&gt;It's out, and it's out, and it's out&lt;br /&gt;Making me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I will not move&lt;br /&gt;I'm too scared to leave my room&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be defeated, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if cards don't go my way?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's sure to spoil my day&lt;br /&gt;But in voices loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;You say to me it's only superstition&lt;br /&gt;It's only your imagination&lt;br /&gt;It's only your other things that you feel&lt;br /&gt;And the things from which you can't escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep clean for the thousand time&lt;br /&gt;Stand still and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;So nobody's better than others, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if cards don't go my way?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's sure to spoil my day&lt;br /&gt;But in voices loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say to me it's only superstition&lt;br /&gt;It's only your imagination&lt;br /&gt;It's only your other things that you feel&lt;br /&gt;And the things from which you can't explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's making me cry&lt;br /&gt;And it's making me cry&lt;br /&gt;And I'm slipping away, love&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only superstition&lt;br /&gt;Only your imagination&lt;br /&gt;It's only superstition&lt;br /&gt;Only superstition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-5755526839649552273?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/5755526839649552273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=5755526839649552273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/5755526839649552273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/5755526839649552273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/05/only-superstition.html' title='Only Superstition'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rl74gJjuCWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fNUBLEr8Sgk/s72-c/Ricardo+J.+G.+Caetano-Supersti%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-3733109307813403537</id><published>2007-04-13T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:33:25.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ilha Do Meu Fado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rh9b51PqK_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/WFTPbbDU610/s1600-h/Pedro+Vanzeler+Cola%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rh9b51PqK_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/WFTPbbDU610/s400/Pedro+Vanzeler+Cola%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052858356036414450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto de Pedro Vanzeler Colaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dulce Pontes - A Ilha Do Meu Fado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ilha que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;E que em ilha me transforma&lt;br /&gt;Perdida num mar sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Perdida dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tem da minha ilha a forma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta lava incandescente&lt;br /&gt;Derramada no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Faz de mim um ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Tenho do mar a semente&lt;br /&gt;Da saudade tenho o jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago no corpo a mornaça&lt;br /&gt;Das brumas e nevoeiros&lt;br /&gt;Há uma nuvem que ameaça&lt;br /&gt;Desfazer-se em aguaceiros&lt;br /&gt;Nestes meus olhos de garça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste bêco sem saída&lt;br /&gt;Onde o meu coração mora&lt;br /&gt;Oiço sons da despedida&lt;br /&gt;Vejo sinais de partida&lt;br /&gt;Mas teimo em mão ir embora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-3733109307813403537?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/3733109307813403537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=3733109307813403537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/3733109307813403537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/3733109307813403537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/04/ilha-do-meu-fado.html' title='A Ilha Do Meu Fado'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rh9b51PqK_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/WFTPbbDU610/s72-c/Pedro+Vanzeler+Cola%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-1238711564196136958</id><published>2007-04-10T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:23:32.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abra A Boca E Feche Os Olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RhvG_lPqK9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/J2NKrwVqNko/s1600-h/Pipoca-morango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RhvG_lPqK9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/J2NKrwVqNko/s400/Pipoca-morango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051850202657991634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Pipoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Patrícia Marx - Abra A Boca E Feche Os Olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra a boca e feche os olhos viver é gostoso demais&lt;br /&gt;Pirulito bate-bate e o meu coração vai atrás&lt;br /&gt;No faz-de-conta tem pé-de-caramelo&lt;br /&gt;Tem um castelo, olê, olê, olá&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma festa, uma mesa de doce, um jasmim&lt;br /&gt;Vou querer um pedaço de bolo&lt;br /&gt;Guarde um pouquinho pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo quero você vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Contar as estrelas é bom quando existe um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo de sonhos eu vou te levar&lt;br /&gt;No meu piquenique brincar na floresta&lt;br /&gt;Imagens de folhas pra deitar e rolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce creme (de morango)&lt;br /&gt;Tem açúcar (jambo, jambo)&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Que delícia e doce pra sempre será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce creme (de morango)&lt;br /&gt;Tem açúcar (jambo, jambo)&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Que delícia e doce pra sempre será!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-1238711564196136958?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/1238711564196136958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=1238711564196136958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1238711564196136958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1238711564196136958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/04/abra-boca-e-feche-os-olhos.html' title='Abra A Boca E Feche Os Olhos'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RhvG_lPqK9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/J2NKrwVqNko/s72-c/Pipoca-morango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-3216606515613182400</id><published>2007-04-02T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:55:12.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui ou em Qualquer Lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RhDt9J23keI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EryOmvSxrJE/s1600-h/Pachacuti-ast%C3%BArias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RhDt9J23keI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EryOmvSxrJE/s400/Pachacuti-ast%C3%BArias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048796817156182498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tihuana - Aqui ou em Qualquer Lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que um dia vai ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo pra gente vai acontecer&lt;br /&gt;E o céu escuro vai brilhar, eu juro!&lt;br /&gt;Mandei meu futuro ir na frente correr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não posso parar tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Se eu olho o céu a casa cai em mim&lt;br /&gt;E quase já não sei quem sou, e é o fim&lt;br /&gt;E ainda nem começou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade temos pouco tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra escolher um caminho melhor para gente&lt;br /&gt;Vou em frente, à beira da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Longe do meu presente&lt;br /&gt;Tão ausente&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que entre nós tudo ficou diferente&lt;br /&gt;E pra sempre vão nos vigiar&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ou em qualquer lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Vou vivendo e aprendendo a jogar&lt;br /&gt;Correndo e sempre&lt;br /&gt;Vendo o seu julgamento no olhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-3216606515613182400?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/3216606515613182400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=3216606515613182400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/3216606515613182400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/3216606515613182400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/04/aqui-ou-em-qualquer-lugar.html' title='Aqui ou em Qualquer Lugar'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RhDt9J23keI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EryOmvSxrJE/s72-c/Pachacuti-ast%C3%BArias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-1983042334837086283</id><published>2007-03-24T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:48:30.538Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formiga'/><title type='text'>Formiga Bossa Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RgTzPdBrxII/AAAAAAAAAPw/W3ivnhZ2dbI/s1600-h/Pedro+Miguel+Rodrigues-formiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RgTzPdBrxII/AAAAAAAAAPw/W3ivnhZ2dbI/s400/Pedro+Miguel+Rodrigues-formiga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045424929377076354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Pedro Miguel Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adriana Calcanhoto - Formiga Bossa Nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minuciosa formiga&lt;br /&gt;não tem que se lhe diga:&lt;br /&gt;leva a sua palhinha&lt;br /&gt;asinha, asinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim devera eu ser&lt;br /&gt;e não esta cigarra&lt;br /&gt;que se põe a cantar&lt;br /&gt;e me deita a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim devera eu ser:&lt;br /&gt;de patinhas no chão,&lt;br /&gt;formiguinha ao trabalho&lt;br /&gt;e ao tostão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim devera eu ser&lt;br /&gt;se não fora&lt;br /&gt;não querer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-1983042334837086283?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/1983042334837086283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=1983042334837086283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1983042334837086283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1983042334837086283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/03/formiga-bossa-nova.html' title='Formiga Bossa Nova'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RgTzPdBrxII/AAAAAAAAAPw/W3ivnhZ2dbI/s72-c/Pedro+Miguel+Rodrigues-formiga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-6108837547291739328</id><published>2007-03-09T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:04:27.915Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto Sentido'/><title type='text'>Porto Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RfGvWTPgujI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wbTcnN_n_HE/s1600-h/Miguel+Afonso-ribeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RfGvWTPgujI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wbTcnN_n_HE/s400/Miguel+Afonso-ribeira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040002255661611570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Miguel Afonso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rui Veloso &gt;&gt; Porto Sentido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vem e atravessa o rio&lt;br /&gt;Junto à serra do Pilar&lt;br /&gt;vê um velho casario&lt;br /&gt;que se estende ate ao mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem te vê ao vir da ponte&lt;br /&gt;és cascata, são-joanina&lt;br /&gt;erigida sobre um monte&lt;br /&gt;no meio da neblina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ruelas e calçadas&lt;br /&gt;da Ribeira até à Foz&lt;br /&gt;por pedras sujas e gastas&lt;br /&gt;e lampiões tristes e sós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse teu ar grave e sério&lt;br /&gt;num rosto de cantaria&lt;br /&gt;que nos oculta o mistério&lt;br /&gt;dessa luz bela e sombria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrão]&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te assim abandonado&lt;br /&gt;nesse timbre pardacento&lt;br /&gt;nesse teu jeito fechado&lt;br /&gt;de quem mói um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é sempre a primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;em cada regresso a casa&lt;br /&gt;rever-te nessa altivez&lt;br /&gt;de milhafre ferido na asa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-6108837547291739328?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/6108837547291739328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=6108837547291739328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/6108837547291739328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/6108837547291739328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/03/porto-sentido.html' title='Porto Sentido'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RfGvWTPgujI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wbTcnN_n_HE/s72-c/Miguel+Afonso-ribeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-7401361237179343985</id><published>2007-03-08T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:54:47.971Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inveja'/><title type='text'>Cuidado Com A Inveja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RfA_F3IK11I/AAAAAAAAAPg/tSNlS61o6c4/s1600-h/Marta+Gon%C3%A7alves-inveja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RfA_F3IK11I/AAAAAAAAAPg/tSNlS61o6c4/s400/Marta+Gon%C3%A7alves-inveja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039597352957695826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Marta Gonçalves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zeca Pagodinho &gt;&gt; Cuidado Com A Inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com a inveja&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda te mata&lt;br /&gt;Inez já é morta&lt;br /&gt;E Marta morreu&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com a porta&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre se fecha&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem tem a pecha de ser um&lt;br /&gt;plebeu&lt;br /&gt;Vê se larga eu&lt;br /&gt;A raiva só faz mal pra quem tá com raiva&lt;br /&gt;Teu olho grande pode te cegar&lt;br /&gt;Se queres secar vai secar&lt;br /&gt;pimenteira&lt;br /&gt;Pra tua pimenta ficar devagar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu ganho no bicho você fica&lt;br /&gt;triste&lt;br /&gt;Se eu mato uma gata você passa&lt;br /&gt;mal&lt;br /&gt;A minha alegria te deixa nervoso&lt;br /&gt;O meu carro novo te irrita demais&lt;br /&gt;Amigo coloca um amor no teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Senão tua vida vai andar pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Rapa fora Satanás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-7401361237179343985?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/7401361237179343985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=7401361237179343985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/7401361237179343985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/7401361237179343985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/03/cuidado-com-inveja.html' title='Cuidado Com A Inveja'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RfA_F3IK11I/AAAAAAAAAPg/tSNlS61o6c4/s72-c/Marta+Gon%C3%A7alves-inveja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-5316966623651384446</id><published>2007-03-04T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:18:47.589Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Da Próxima Vez'/><title type='text'>Da Próxima Vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Req4M1NREdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AyxhN9o_fQs/s1600-h/Mar%C3%ADlia+Medeiros-Da+sua+janela....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Req4M1NREdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AyxhN9o_fQs/s400/Mar%C3%ADlia+Medeiros-Da+sua+janela....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038041663747985874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Marília Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luis Represas &gt;&gt; Da Próxima Vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;As ruas da minha cidade&lt;br /&gt;Abriram os olhos de encanto&lt;br /&gt;Para te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pedras calaram os passos&lt;br /&gt;E as casas abriram janelas&lt;br /&gt;Só p’ra te ouvir cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque há muito, muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não vinhas ao teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabia ao certo&lt;br /&gt;Onde te procurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da próxima vez&lt;br /&gt;Não vás&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar destino ou direcção&lt;br /&gt;Se houver próxima vez&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueças&lt;br /&gt;Leva contigo recordação&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo pendurado&lt;br /&gt;Ao peito do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisemos saber como estavas&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida tinha tomado&lt;br /&gt;Bem conta de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou se a vida teve medo&lt;br /&gt;E eras tu que a levava&lt;br /&gt;Refugiada em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada verão que passava&lt;br /&gt;Sentiamos-te chegar&lt;br /&gt;Como era possível que o sol&lt;br /&gt;Se atrevesse a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deves trazer tantas histórias&lt;br /&gt;Tantas que algumas ficaram&lt;br /&gt;Caídas por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras eu tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;O teu fogo na alma queimou&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram de existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queremos saber se és a mesma&lt;br /&gt;Que vimo partir&lt;br /&gt;Não existe mundo lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Que te possa destruir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-5316966623651384446?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/5316966623651384446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=5316966623651384446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/5316966623651384446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/5316966623651384446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/03/da-prxima-vez.html' title='Da Próxima Vez'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Req4M1NREdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AyxhN9o_fQs/s72-c/Mar%C3%ADlia+Medeiros-Da+sua+janela....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-5163328186087505480</id><published>2007-02-27T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:33:43.119Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberdade'/><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReRqw9oWxlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C7BYbKPuvNw/s1600-h/Maria+Paula-voo+pra+liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReRqw9oWxlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C7BYbKPuvNw/s400/Maria+Paula-voo+pra+liberdade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036267672717149778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Maria Paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Djavan &gt;&gt; Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor&lt;br /&gt;ou um gen&lt;br /&gt;da mesma cor&lt;br /&gt;cintila&lt;br /&gt;em mim&lt;br /&gt;o chão a tremer&lt;br /&gt;conduz&lt;br /&gt;a luz&lt;br /&gt;meu amor&lt;br /&gt;e quer me matar&lt;br /&gt;de amor&lt;br /&gt;que seja&lt;br /&gt;assim&lt;br /&gt;por obedecer&lt;br /&gt;viver&lt;br /&gt;por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voar&lt;br /&gt;onde o longe é pouco&lt;br /&gt;cruzar os muros&lt;br /&gt;do alƒm&lt;br /&gt;e assim&lt;br /&gt;pousar na terra&lt;br /&gt;e amar&lt;br /&gt;muito mais que poucos&lt;br /&gt;pousar a vida&lt;br /&gt;em duas mãos&lt;br /&gt;e assim&lt;br /&gt;cruzar a terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade&lt;br /&gt;vai na poesia&lt;br /&gt;traz meu destino&lt;br /&gt;que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;sair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-5163328186087505480?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/5163328186087505480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=5163328186087505480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/5163328186087505480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/5163328186087505480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReRqw9oWxlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C7BYbKPuvNw/s72-c/Maria+Paula-voo+pra+liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-2298138183349307624</id><published>2007-02-26T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:03:49.422Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Música De Trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReMgTNoWxiI/AAAAAAAAANo/AQ6fs6FJnFM/s1600-h/Luis+Zilhao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReMgTNoWxiI/AAAAAAAAANo/AQ6fs6FJnFM/s400/Luis+Zilhao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035904322778875426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Luis Zilhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legião Urbana - Música De Trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem trabalho eu não nada&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dignidade&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto o meu valor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho identidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu tenho é só um emprego&lt;br /&gt;E um salário miserável&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho o meu ofício&lt;br /&gt;Que me cansa de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que não têm nada&lt;br /&gt;E outros que têm mais do que precisam&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que não quer saber de trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando chega o fim do dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu só penso em descansar&lt;br /&gt;E voltar p'rá casa, pros teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe esquecer um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Nossa vida não é boa&lt;br /&gt;E nem podemos reclamar&lt;br /&gt;Sei que existe injustiça&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo da polícia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;Se você você não segue as ordens&lt;br /&gt;Se você não obedece&lt;br /&gt;E não suporta o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Está destinado à miséria&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso eu não aceito&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;E quando chega o fim do dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu só penso em descansar&lt;br /&gt;E voltar p'rá casa, pros teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe esquecer um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Do pouco que não temos&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe esquecer um pouco&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que não sabemos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-2298138183349307624?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/2298138183349307624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=2298138183349307624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2298138183349307624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2298138183349307624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/msica-de-trabalho.html' title='Música De Trabalho'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReMgTNoWxiI/AAAAAAAAANo/AQ6fs6FJnFM/s72-c/Luis+Zilhao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-3276992977130838542</id><published>2007-02-25T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:38:01.085Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flagra'/><title type='text'>Flagra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReF0TtoWxfI/AAAAAAAAANE/-pftzdW8xtI/s1600-h/Luis+Costa+-+Lucaz-flagrante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReF0TtoWxfI/AAAAAAAAANE/-pftzdW8xtI/s400/Luis+Costa+-+Lucaz-flagrante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035433740392121842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Luis Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rita Lee - Flagra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No escurinho do cinema&lt;br /&gt;Chupando drops de aniz&lt;br /&gt;Longe de qualquer problema&lt;br /&gt;Perto de um final feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a Deborah Kerr que o Gregory Peck&lt;br /&gt;Não vou bancar o santinho&lt;br /&gt;Minha garota é Mae West&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o Sheik Valentino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente o filme pifou&lt;br /&gt;E a turma toda logo vaiou&lt;br /&gt;Acenderam as luzes, cruzes!&lt;br /&gt;Que flagra! (3x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-3276992977130838542?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/3276992977130838542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=3276992977130838542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/3276992977130838542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/3276992977130838542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/flagra.html' title='Flagra'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReF0TtoWxfI/AAAAAAAAANE/-pftzdW8xtI/s72-c/Luis+Costa+-+Lucaz-flagrante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-4683339021346667688</id><published>2007-02-24T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:55:20.043Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReCHetoWxTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u04_kh4GdaM/s1600-h/Lara+Pires-caminhos+de+f%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReCHetoWxTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u04_kh4GdaM/s400/Lara+Pires-caminhos+de+f%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035173345114899762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Lara Pires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cure - Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing hold&lt;br /&gt;I can't just carry on this way&lt;br /&gt;And every time&lt;br /&gt;I turn away&lt;br /&gt;Lose another blind game&lt;br /&gt;The idea of perfection holds me...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see you change&lt;br /&gt;Everything at once&lt;br /&gt;The same&lt;br /&gt;But the mountain never moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape me like a child&lt;br /&gt;Christened in blood&lt;br /&gt;Painted like an unknown saint&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left but hope...&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is dead&lt;br /&gt;And old&lt;br /&gt;And always empty&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me through closing years&lt;br /&gt;Perfect moments wait...&lt;br /&gt;If only we could stay&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Say the right words&lt;br /&gt;Or cry like the stone white clown&lt;br /&gt;And stand&lt;br /&gt;Lost forever in a happy crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-one lifts their hands&lt;br /&gt;No-one lifts their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Justified with empty words&lt;br /&gt;The party just gets better and better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went away alone&lt;br /&gt;With nothing left&lt;br /&gt;But faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-4683339021346667688?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/4683339021346667688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=4683339021346667688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/4683339021346667688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/4683339021346667688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/ReCHetoWxTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u04_kh4GdaM/s72-c/Lara+Pires-caminhos+de+f%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-7305986423480737442</id><published>2007-02-20T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:09:53.560Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijo Partido'/><title type='text'>Beijo Partido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdrVA9oWxHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8zZtNkjrxU0/s1600-h/J%C3%BAlio+C%C3%A9sar+Ferreira-elo+quebrado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdrVA9oWxHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8zZtNkjrxU0/s400/J%C3%BAlio+C%C3%A9sar+Ferreira-elo+quebrado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033569746060493938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Júlio César Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milton Nascimento - Beijo Partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, eu não faço fé nessa minha loucura&lt;br /&gt;E digo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de quem me arruina em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;E Deus é quem sabe de ti&lt;br /&gt;E eu não mereço um beijo partido&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não passa de um dia perdido no tempo&lt;br /&gt;E fico longe de tudo o que sei&lt;br /&gt;Não se fala mais nisso, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei pra você o que não me importa saber&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não passa de um vaso quebrado no peito&lt;br /&gt;E grito&lt;br /&gt;Olha o beijo partido&lt;br /&gt;Onde estará a rainha que a lucidez escondeu?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não passa de um vaso quebrado no peito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-7305986423480737442?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/7305986423480737442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=7305986423480737442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/7305986423480737442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/7305986423480737442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/beijo-partido.html' title='Beijo Partido'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdrVA9oWxHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8zZtNkjrxU0/s72-c/J%C3%BAlio+C%C3%A9sar+Ferreira-elo+quebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-1306714287584723877</id><published>2007-02-19T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:16:01.357Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>A Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rdl3ttoWxFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1j1uABfmXWg/s1600-h/Jos%C3%A9+Silva+Pinto-o+futuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rdl3ttoWxFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1j1uABfmXWg/s400/Jos%C3%A9+Silva+Pinto-o+futuro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033185685789918290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de José Silva Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tom Jobim &gt;&gt; A Felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade, sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é como a pluma&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento vai levando pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Voa tão leve&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem a vida breve&lt;br /&gt;Precisa que haja vento sem parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade do pobre parece&lt;br /&gt;A grande ilusão do carnaval,&lt;br /&gt;A gente trabalha o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento do sonho&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer a fantasia de rei, ou pirata,&lt;br /&gt;ou jardineira&lt;br /&gt;E tudo se acabar na quarta-feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é como gota de orvalho&lt;br /&gt;Numa pétala de flor&lt;br /&gt;Brilha tranqüila&lt;br /&gt;Depois de leve oscila&lt;br /&gt;E cai como uma lágrima de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha felicidade está brilhando&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos da minha namorada&lt;br /&gt;É como esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Passando, passando&lt;br /&gt;Em busca da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Falem baixo por favor&lt;br /&gt;Pra que ela acorde alegre como o dia&lt;br /&gt;Oferecendo beijos do amor&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza nao tem fim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-1306714287584723877?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/1306714287584723877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=1306714287584723877&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-1794857290430530521</id><published>2007-02-15T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:37:26.918Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycles'/><title type='text'>Nine Million Bicycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdSZzCuy3SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Dc1_hQ4uXjw/s1600-h/Jos%C3%A9+Silva+Pinto-binas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdSZzCuy3SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Dc1_hQ4uXjw/s400/Jos%C3%A9+Silva+Pinto-binas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031815785865207074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de José Silva Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katie Melua &gt;&gt; Nine Million Bicycles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nine million bicycles in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;That's a fact&lt;br /&gt;It's a thing we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Like the fact that I will love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are twelve billion light years from the edge&lt;br /&gt;That's a guess&lt;br /&gt;No-one can ever say it's true&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday&lt;br /&gt;So don't call me a liar&lt;br /&gt;Just believe everything that I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six billion people in the world&lt;br /&gt;More or less&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel quite small&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one I love the most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're high on the wire&lt;br /&gt;With the world in our sight&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never tire&lt;br /&gt;Of the love that you give me every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nine million bicycles in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;That's a fact&lt;br /&gt;It's a thing we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Like the fact that I will love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I will love you till I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-1794857290430530521?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/1794857290430530521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=1794857290430530521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1794857290430530521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Embora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdHvMCuy3QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1oOs66q9daQ/s1600-h/Jos%C3%A9+Elias-um+mundo+de+um+metro+quadrado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdHvMCuy3QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1oOs66q9daQ/s400/Jos%C3%A9+Elias-um+mundo+de+um+metro+quadrado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031065248920165634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de José Elias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Humanos - Adeus Que Me Vou Embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que me vou embora&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que me vou embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que me embora vou&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que me embora vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou daqui para a minha terra&lt;br /&gt;Vou daqui para a minha terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que eu desta terra não sou&lt;br /&gt;que eu desta terra não sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho minha mãe à espera&lt;br /&gt;Tenho minha mãe à espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de me esperar&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de me esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquela encosta da serra&lt;br /&gt;Naquela encosta da serra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ser dois a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ser dois a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À espera tenho o meu pai&lt;br /&gt;À espera tenho o meu pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aos anos que não vejo&lt;br /&gt;aos anos que não vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que vai durar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que vai durar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu abraço, o meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;O meu abraço, o meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim solteiro e vou solteiro&lt;br /&gt;Vim solteiro e vou solteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou livre de corações&lt;br /&gt;vou livre de corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém me quiser prender&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém me quiser prender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja não vou dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;ja não vou dizer que não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que me vou embora&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que me vou embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que me embora vou&lt;br /&gt;Adeus que me embora vou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-2942477546060718360?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/2942477546060718360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=2942477546060718360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2942477546060718360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2942477546060718360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/adeus-que-me-vou-embora.html' title='Adeus Que Me Vou Embora'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdHvMCuy3QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1oOs66q9daQ/s72-c/Jos%C3%A9+Elias-um+mundo+de+um+metro+quadrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-5166440353845430723</id><published>2007-02-12T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:18:16.115Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Permanecer Criança'/><title type='text'>Permanecer Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdCrKCuy3OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YxzKNec66cg/s1600-h/Joao+Sargo-j%C3%A1+te+vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RdCrKCuy3OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YxzKNec66cg/s400/Joao+Sargo-j%C3%A1+te+vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030708972793027810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de João Sargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aline Barros &gt;&gt; Permanecer Criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero crescer&lt;br /&gt;Mas permanecer criança&lt;br /&gt;No jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;Sincero e puro de coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero crescer&lt;br /&gt;Na graça e poder de Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero andar&lt;br /&gt;Com Deus e honrar meus pais&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ouvir e obedecer sem reclamar&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que os meus pais são como canais&lt;br /&gt;Pra Deus me ensinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero servir no Reino de Deus pra valer&lt;br /&gt;Ser como Davi, ser como Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Sair luz e resplandecer na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Fazer a vontade de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Nessa geração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-5166440353845430723?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/5166440353845430723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=5166440353845430723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-4220379319503032705</id><published>2007-02-10T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:52:00.266Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfer girl'/><title type='text'>Surfer Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rc2pdCuy3EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mQWJ_JX99vo/s1600-h/jo%C3%A3o+santiago-surf+a+tr%C3%AAs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rc2pdCuy3EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mQWJ_JX99vo/s400/jo%C3%A3o+santiago-surf+a+tr%C3%AAs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029862675257154626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de João Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beach Boys &gt;&gt; Surfer Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little surfer, little one&lt;br /&gt;Made my heart come all undone.&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you surfer girl?&lt;br /&gt;My little surfer girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched you on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the ocean's roar.&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you surfer girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could ride the surf together&lt;br /&gt;While our love would grow.&lt;br /&gt;In my woody, I would take you&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say from me to you&lt;br /&gt;I will make your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you surfer girl?&lt;br /&gt;My little surfer girl.&lt;br /&gt;Little one.&lt;br /&gt;Little one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-4220379319503032705?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028861394090582706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de João Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caetano Veloso &gt;&gt; Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele nasceu no mês do leão, sua mãe uma bacante&lt;br /&gt;E o rei, seu pai, um conquistador tão valente&lt;br /&gt;Que o príncipe adolescente pensou que já nada restaria&lt;br /&gt;Pra, se ele chegasse a rei, conquistar por si só.&lt;br /&gt;Mas muito cedo ele se revelou um menino extraordinário:&lt;br /&gt;O corpo de bronze, os olhos cor de chuva e os cabelos cor de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;De Olímpia e Filipe o menino nasceu, mas ele aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;Que seu pai foi um raio que veio do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele escolheu seu cavalo por parecer indomável&lt;br /&gt;E pôs-lhe o nome: Bucéfalo&lt;br /&gt;Ao dominá-lo , para júbilo, espanto e escândalo&lt;br /&gt;De seu próprio pai, que contratou para seu preceptor&lt;br /&gt;Um sábio de Estagira&lt;br /&gt;Cuja cabeça ainda hoje sustenta o Ocidente:&lt;br /&gt;O nome, Aristóteles – nome Aristóteles se repetiria&lt;br /&gt;Desde esses tempos até nossos tempos e além.&lt;br /&gt;Ele ensinou o jovem Alexandre a sentir filosofia&lt;br /&gt;Pra que, mais que forte e valente, chegasse ele a ser sábio também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;De Olímpia e Filipe o menino nasceu, mas ele aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;Que seu pai foi um raio que veio do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda criança ele surpreendeu importantes visitantes&lt;br /&gt;Vindos como embaixadores do Império da Pérsia&lt;br /&gt;Pois os recebeu, na ausência de Filipe, com gestos elegantes&lt;br /&gt;De que o rei, seu próprio pai, não seria capaz.&lt;br /&gt;Em breve estaria ao lado de Filipe no campo de batalha&lt;br /&gt;E assinalaria seu nome na história entre os grandes generais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;De Olímpia e Filipe o menino nasceu, mas ele aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;Que seu pai foi um raio que veio do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Hefestião, seu amado&lt;br /&gt;Seu bem na paz e na guerra&lt;br /&gt;Correu em honra de Pátroclo – os dois corpos nus –&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao túmulo de Aquiles&lt;br /&gt;O herói enamorado, o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na grande batalha de Queronéia, Alexandre destruía&lt;br /&gt;A Esquadra Sagrada de Tebas, chamada A Invencível.&lt;br /&gt;Aos dezesseis anos, só dezesseis anos, assim já exibia&lt;br /&gt;Toda a amplidão da luz do seu gênio militar.&lt;br /&gt;Olímpia incitava o menino do sol a afirmar-se&lt;br /&gt;Se Filipe deixava a família da mãe&lt;br /&gt;De outro filho dos seus se insinuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;De Olímpia e Filipe o menino nasceu, mas ele aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;Que seu pai foi um raio que veio do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito rei aos vinte anos&lt;br /&gt;Transformou a Macedônia,&lt;br /&gt;Que era um reino periférico, dito bárbaro,&lt;br /&gt;Em esteio do helenismo e dos gregos, seu futuro, seu sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande Alexandre, o Grande, Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;Conquistou o Egito e a Pérsia&lt;br /&gt;Fundou cidades, cortou o nó górdio, foi grande;&lt;br /&gt;Se embriagou de poder, alto e fundo, fundando o nosso mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Foi generoso e malvado, magnânimo e cruel;&lt;br /&gt;Casou com uma persa, misturando raças, mudou-nos terra céu e mar,&lt;br /&gt;Morreu muito moço, mas antes impôs-se do Punjab a Gibraltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre&lt;br /&gt;De Olímpia e Filipe o menino nasceu, mas ele aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;Que seu pai foi um raio que veio do céu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-7071573888366006202?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rcoayztx4rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yEOTYR5CpSU/s72-c/jo%C3%A3o+santiago-impon%C3%AAncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-2314917021872586376</id><published>2007-02-06T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:56:49.625Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mais perto do céu'/><title type='text'>Mais Perto do Céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rci_0Dtx4oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/44HZtegMw8E/s1600-h/jo%C3%A3o+santiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rci_0Dtx4oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/44HZtegMw8E/s400/jo%C3%A3o+santiago.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028479885030580866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto de João Santiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa - Mais Perto do Céu&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu te escrevo,&lt;br /&gt;Saravejo morre lenta&lt;br /&gt;uma morte amordacada&lt;br /&gt;no silencio dos tiros&lt;br /&gt;e na paz da granada.&lt;br /&gt;A noite acoita o metralhar&lt;br /&gt;sera homem ou fera&lt;br /&gt;este triste uivar?&lt;br /&gt;Posso ver as avenidas,&lt;br /&gt;coloridas, presentes,&lt;br /&gt;hoje sombras despidas&lt;br /&gt;do passado distante.&lt;br /&gt;A vez do vizinho&lt;br /&gt;que hoje foi a enterrar,&lt;br /&gt;sozinho, claro, que morrer é ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Os amantes ali estao&lt;br /&gt;abracados no asfalto&lt;br /&gt;onde as balas la do alto&lt;br /&gt;os apanharam à traicao,&lt;br /&gt;no coracao, que é o sitio ideal&lt;br /&gt;para quem mata a paixao,&lt;br /&gt;que amar é fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ perto do céu&lt;br /&gt;anjo d'alma azul&lt;br /&gt;+ perto do céu&lt;br /&gt;+ longe que o sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calor, ja nao ha,&lt;br /&gt;só se for o da mortalha&lt;br /&gt;que é o lencol que me agasalha&lt;br /&gt;e a cama onde me deito&lt;br /&gt;e me enrolo sobre o peito,&lt;br /&gt;recordando o céu azul,&lt;br /&gt;e quer a norte quer a sul&lt;br /&gt;a liberdade de fugir.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar a resistir,&lt;br /&gt;morrer, nem pensar,&lt;br /&gt;que a coragem de aqui estar,&lt;br /&gt;como ontem em Guernica,&lt;br /&gt;é a vontade de quem fica.&lt;br /&gt;Vazia a dispensa&lt;br /&gt;é pior a indiferenca.&lt;br /&gt;Auschwitz ou Buchenwald&lt;br /&gt;que afinal foram debalde,&lt;br /&gt;porque as câmaras de gas&lt;br /&gt;nao ficaram para tras&lt;br /&gt;estao aqui à minha frente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero estar presente&lt;br /&gt;de novo em Nurembrega,&lt;br /&gt;porque um povo nao se verga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;com arma sem municao,&lt;br /&gt;carne para canhao&lt;br /&gt;para contar toda a verdade...&lt;br /&gt;... e liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;E no futuro, nem sequer se vao lembrar&lt;br /&gt;que tudo dói, mesmo Tolstoi&lt;br /&gt;lido à luz da curta vela.&lt;br /&gt;Saravejo donzela&lt;br /&gt;tantas vezes violada,&lt;br /&gt;sempre só, abandonada.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;é o empenho de quem sonha.&lt;br /&gt;O silencio é vergonha,&lt;br /&gt;arma mortal, punhal&lt;br /&gt;que mata e maltrata&lt;br /&gt;escondido, sem ruido,&lt;br /&gt;tantas vezes repetido,&lt;br /&gt;e penetra no meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;que deixa morto&lt;br /&gt;pelas costas...&lt;br /&gt;sem resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Agora é de vez.&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio no inferno deste Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Cada bomba é uma sombra de indiferenca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crenca que tem que mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Ha que gritar e mostrar&lt;br /&gt;ao mundo os mortos&lt;br /&gt;que o mundo ignora&lt;br /&gt;e demora a perceber.&lt;br /&gt;Uso a caneta&lt;br /&gt;que é a minha baioneta,&lt;br /&gt;pais eterno&lt;br /&gt;que deixo no caderno&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo que me esquecas&lt;br /&gt;e me pecas para calar a voz,&lt;br /&gt;mas nao o facas,&lt;br /&gt;porque ontem foram ao outros&lt;br /&gt;e hoje nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrao (2X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-2314917021872586376?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/2314917021872586376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=2314917021872586376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2314917021872586376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2314917021872586376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/mais-perto-do-cu.html' title='Mais Perto do Céu'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rci_0Dtx4oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/44HZtegMw8E/s72-c/jo%C3%A3o+santiago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-9063674604674064497</id><published>2007-02-04T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:20:13.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcXA9ztx4iI/AAAAAAAAACw/V14WVy4wIt8/s1600-h/joao+pejapes-lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcXA9ztx4iI/AAAAAAAAACw/V14WVy4wIt8/s400/joao+pejapes-lost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027636727115801122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de João Pejapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa - Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Batem relógios no raiar dos dias,&lt;br /&gt;Por cada batida novas fantasias.&lt;br /&gt;Loucas palavras, luzes cor de mel,&lt;br /&gt;Ventos que trazem nuvens de papel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que hei-de eu fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto no tempo o meu tempo a morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto + longe + perto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vozes ao longe chamam por min,&lt;br /&gt;Cantigas, magia, passos de arlequim.&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas cadentes na palma da mão,&lt;br /&gt;Milagres, duendes, rasgos de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço os segredos do fundo do mar,&lt;br /&gt;Barcos perdidos, sereias a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Trago o teu nome escrito no peito,&lt;br /&gt;Volta para mim, faz teu o meu leito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ perto de ti&lt;br /&gt;+ perto de ti&lt;br /&gt;+ perto de ti....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-9063674604674064497?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/9063674604674064497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=9063674604674064497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/9063674604674064497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/9063674604674064497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcXA9ztx4iI/AAAAAAAAACw/V14WVy4wIt8/s72-c/joao+pejapes-lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-1921698886198649248</id><published>2007-02-03T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:14:57.443Z</updated><title type='text'>You put something better inside of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcR7vDtx4hI/AAAAAAAAACk/b_awgEm8v0o/s1600-h/joao+pejapes-all+world+inside+an+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcR7vDtx4hI/AAAAAAAAACk/b_awgEm8v0o/s400/joao+pejapes-all+world+inside+an+eye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027279132433703442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de João Pejapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stealers Wheel &gt;&gt; You put something better inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put something better inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;You put something better inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could look out the window or stare at the wall,&lt;br /&gt;But really it didn't matter, no, I just didn't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;Could be sitting by the water, counting every stone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing means nothing when you're empty and on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you put something better inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;You put something better inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me so much stronger,&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at the change in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew what I was doing, I was running away,&lt;br /&gt;Busy going nowhere, just wasting the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the road, kicking up the stones,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing means nothing when you're empty and on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you put something better inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;You put something better inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me so much stronger,&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at the change in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-1921698886198649248?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/1921698886198649248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=1921698886198649248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1921698886198649248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/1921698886198649248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-put-something-better-inside-of-me.html' title='You put something better inside of me'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcR7vDtx4hI/AAAAAAAAACk/b_awgEm8v0o/s72-c/joao+pejapes-all+world+inside+an+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-4093152333177344228</id><published>2007-02-01T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:11:25.266Z</updated><title type='text'>A Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcI6cztx4gI/AAAAAAAAACY/AxjTBGi9U4c/s1600-h/JET+...-o+fim+do+mundo+em+cuecas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcI6cztx4gI/AAAAAAAAACY/AxjTBGi9U4c/s400/JET+...-o+fim+do+mundo+em+cuecas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026644400691864066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polo Norte &gt;&gt; A Dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste em passos apertados&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos embargados cheios de medos teus&lt;br /&gt;Pediste que te levasse a mágoa&lt;br /&gt;E te tocasse a alma&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Apertei-te contra o peito, num abraço perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rua como companhia&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes escura e fria... Dura realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém olha para ti com olhos de gente&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo indiferente, a quem és de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o teu mundo lá fora, é hora de ir dançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite dança só para mim&lt;br /&gt;Que esta dança nunca tenha fim&lt;br /&gt;São asas que me dás&lt;br /&gt;Levam alto, para longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o teu mundo lá fora, é hora de ir dançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esta noite dança só para mim&lt;br /&gt;Que esta dança nunca tenha fim&lt;br /&gt;São asas que me dás&lt;br /&gt;Levam alto...&lt;br /&gt;E esta noite dança só para mim&lt;br /&gt;Que esta dança nunca tenha fim&lt;br /&gt;São asas que me dás&lt;br /&gt;Levam alto, para longe... até de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Até de mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-4093152333177344228?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcI6cztx4gI/AAAAAAAAACY/AxjTBGi9U4c/s72-c/JET+...-o+fim+do+mundo+em+cuecas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-8062842597734081293</id><published>2007-01-31T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:01:27.094Z</updated><title type='text'>Na Prisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcDmWa1uv5I/AAAAAAAAACA/GcrKH6Sejh4/s1600-h/Ivaldo+Cavalcante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcDmWa1uv5I/AAAAAAAAACA/GcrKH6Sejh4/s400/Ivaldo+Cavalcante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026270456981667730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Ivaldo Cavalcante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sérgio Godinho &gt;&gt; Na Prisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois três zero, guarda chama&lt;br /&gt;já não tarda&lt;br /&gt;hão-de revirar a cama&lt;br /&gt;hão-de revistar a cela&lt;br /&gt;olhar, espiolhar, esquadrinhar&lt;br /&gt;verificar&lt;br /&gt;barra a barra, se a janela…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;poucos são&lt;br /&gt;os teus pertences&lt;br /&gt;mas ninguém sabe&lt;br /&gt;onde escondes&lt;br /&gt;o que de secreto penses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;o portão&lt;br /&gt;abre ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;e é na culpa&lt;br /&gt;que defrontas&lt;br /&gt;o maior adversário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;a lição&lt;br /&gt;serve p´ra vida&lt;br /&gt;nunca pouses&lt;br /&gt;onde sempre&lt;br /&gt;podes andar de fugida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;muitos são&lt;br /&gt;os preventivos&lt;br /&gt;só na sentença&lt;br /&gt;contarás ao certo&lt;br /&gt;os dias já perdidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de visita&lt;br /&gt;rapariga&lt;br /&gt;pinta a boca e ata a fita&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de visita&lt;br /&gt;meu rapaz&lt;br /&gt;põe a camisa bonita&lt;br /&gt;Sou p´ra ti, aqui me tens&lt;br /&gt;p´ra semana, vens, não vens?&lt;br /&gt;Vai tocar a campaínha&lt;br /&gt;e a tua mão ainda na minha&lt;br /&gt;e em surdina já te gritas:&lt;br /&gt;Porque há horas tão velozes&lt;br /&gt;e semanas infinitas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;um irmão&lt;br /&gt;é precioso&lt;br /&gt;pouco interessa&lt;br /&gt;que a lei justa&lt;br /&gt;veja nele um criminoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;dentro do pão&lt;br /&gt;dois pacotes&lt;br /&gt;pode ser que ao&lt;br /&gt;consumi-los&lt;br /&gt;muitas raivas tu enxotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;o pulmão&lt;br /&gt;respira à toa&lt;br /&gt;não se entende&lt;br /&gt;se morrer&lt;br /&gt;é quase nunca coisa boa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;O tesão&lt;br /&gt;é cofre-forte&lt;br /&gt;que ora solta&lt;br /&gt;a semente&lt;br /&gt;para a vida&lt;br /&gt;ou para a morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de visita&lt;br /&gt;rapariga&lt;br /&gt;pinta a boca e ata a fita&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de visita&lt;br /&gt;meu rapaz&lt;br /&gt;põe a camisa bonita&lt;br /&gt;Sou p´ra ti, aqui me tens&lt;br /&gt;p´ra semana, vens, não vens?&lt;br /&gt;Vai tocar a campaínha&lt;br /&gt;e a tua mão ainda na minha&lt;br /&gt;e em surdina já te gritas:&lt;br /&gt;Porque há horas tão velozes&lt;br /&gt;e semanas infinitas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;O trovão&lt;br /&gt;não relampeja&lt;br /&gt;mas ao menos&lt;br /&gt;nessa espera&lt;br /&gt;Nunca abrigo se deseja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;a televisão&lt;br /&gt;nunca tem grades&lt;br /&gt;passa crimes&lt;br /&gt;e delitos&lt;br /&gt;que vão ser impunidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;com razão&lt;br /&gt;se tenta a fuga&lt;br /&gt;mas quando avanças&lt;br /&gt;marcas passo&lt;br /&gt;impaciente tartaruga&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;nunca nos cega&lt;br /&gt;vemos túneis&lt;br /&gt;que se acendem&lt;br /&gt;quando neles se escorrega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de visita&lt;br /&gt;rapariga&lt;br /&gt;pinta a boca e ata a fita&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de visita&lt;br /&gt;meu rapaz&lt;br /&gt;põe a camisa bonita&lt;br /&gt;Sou p´ra ti, aqui me tens&lt;br /&gt;p´ra semana, vens, não vens?&lt;br /&gt;Vai tocar a campaínha&lt;br /&gt;e a tua mão ainda na minha&lt;br /&gt;e em surdina já te gritas:&lt;br /&gt;Porque há horas tão velozes&lt;br /&gt;e semanas infinitas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão&lt;br /&gt;o portão&lt;br /&gt;abre p´ra fora&lt;br /&gt;e a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;é de repente&lt;br /&gt;o que ao longe te apavora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da prisão&lt;br /&gt;da prisão&lt;br /&gt;tens na mão&lt;br /&gt;a tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;que perfura&lt;br /&gt;os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;em quadrado da viagem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-8062842597734081293?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/8062842597734081293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=8062842597734081293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/8062842597734081293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/8062842597734081293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/na-priso.html' title='Na Prisão'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RcDmWa1uv5I/AAAAAAAAACA/GcrKH6Sejh4/s72-c/Ivaldo+Cavalcante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-4861427318736907973</id><published>2007-01-30T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:24:22.632Z</updated><title type='text'>Crença</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rb-Ml61uv4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5JV19Z7EvkI/s1600-h/Hugo+Delgado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rb-Ml61uv4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5JV19Z7EvkI/s400/Hugo+Delgado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025890292246429570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Hugo Delgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Netinho &gt;&gt; Crença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clareia minha mãe, clareia&lt;br /&gt;Rainha do mar, do mar é sereia&lt;br /&gt;Clareia minha mãe clareia&lt;br /&gt;Rainha do mar, do mar é sereia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menino que cruza arco-íris não cresce&lt;br /&gt;Pescador não entra no mar sem rezar&lt;br /&gt;Saci pererê, curupira que assusta&lt;br /&gt;Preto velho ensina labuta&lt;br /&gt;Morena me ensina a dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua bonita convida a criança&lt;br /&gt;A roda baiana convida a girar&lt;br /&gt;Não saio daqui sem te levar menina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas do céu estão pedindo&lt;br /&gt;Ciranda, ciranda, cirandar&lt;br /&gt;Pescador sem rezar, não entra no mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-4861427318736907973?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/4861427318736907973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=4861427318736907973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/4861427318736907973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/4861427318736907973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/crena.html' title='Crença'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rb-Ml61uv4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5JV19Z7EvkI/s72-c/Hugo+Delgado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-2617698661718651352</id><published>2007-01-29T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:17:16.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rb45sa1uv3I/AAAAAAAAABo/_9ZWrP4BKxw/s1600-h/Frederic+Gaillard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rb45sa1uv3I/AAAAAAAAABo/_9ZWrP4BKxw/s400/Frederic+Gaillard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025517669473763186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Frederic Gaillard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wanessa Camargo &gt;&gt; Fuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou fugir, me distrair&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo pra ficar bem (me divertir)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou me aventurar&lt;br /&gt;Sem dia pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;Mil razões a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;Pra não estar contente (se preocupar)&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar bem&lt;br /&gt;Sem hora pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;Não ter medo de voar&lt;br /&gt;Livre sem passaporte&lt;br /&gt;Ir a qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Viajar pra América do Norte&lt;br /&gt;Quero descobrir assim&lt;br /&gt;O que será melhor pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Embarcar, deixar acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Vou sem você&lt;br /&gt;Quero descobrir assim&lt;br /&gt;A vida pede mais por mim&lt;br /&gt;Embarcar, deixar acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Vou sem você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-2617698661718651352?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/2617698661718651352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=2617698661718651352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2617698661718651352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2617698661718651352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuga.html' title='Fuga'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rb45sa1uv3I/AAAAAAAAABo/_9ZWrP4BKxw/s72-c/Frederic+Gaillard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-4678773842860589577</id><published>2007-01-28T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:28:50.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Nós Vamos Lá Chegar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rbx6Lq1uv2I/AAAAAAAAABc/AEDzAPWNpvk/s1600-h/Francisco+Aguiar-pontes+d.maria+e+s.jo%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rbx6Lq1uv2I/AAAAAAAAABc/AEDzAPWNpvk/s400/Francisco+Aguiar-pontes+d.maria+e+s.jo%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025025625135431522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Francisco Aguiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luis Represas &gt;&gt; Nós Vamos Lá Chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há por aí&lt;br /&gt;Tanta gente como eu&lt;br /&gt;E como tu&lt;br /&gt;Que sabe que não estamos sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma esquina&lt;br /&gt;Sai sempre uma outra rua&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de gente que sente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu&lt;br /&gt;Que vive muda nas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Como tu&lt;br /&gt;Que já não quer sentir mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Se ficares&lt;br /&gt;Algum tempo junto da janela&lt;br /&gt;Hás-de ver&lt;br /&gt;Que quem passa tem sempre um recado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-me bem&lt;br /&gt;Que ha momentos em que parece&lt;br /&gt;Que tu vives num deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me bem&lt;br /&gt;Dentro dos meus olhos podes encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um coração que bate&lt;br /&gt;Mais certo com o teu&lt;br /&gt;E com o de todo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pois se há só uma batida&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos guiar&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos lá chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha sempre&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que uma restea de luz&lt;br /&gt;Para quem&lt;br /&gt;Não passa da mesma verdade&lt;br /&gt;Como tu&lt;br /&gt;A porta está ali ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Da vontade&lt;br /&gt;De querer seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nós&lt;br /&gt;Estamos na mesma viagem&lt;br /&gt;Sem regresso&lt;br /&gt;Não saímos nas paragens&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabemos&lt;br /&gt;Os camihos que nos esperam&lt;br /&gt;Nem que pontes&lt;br /&gt;É que vão cobrar portagem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-4678773842860589577?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/4678773842860589577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=4678773842860589577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/4678773842860589577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/4678773842860589577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/ns-vamos-l-chegar.html' title='Nós Vamos Lá Chegar'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rbx6Lq1uv2I/AAAAAAAAABc/AEDzAPWNpvk/s72-c/Francisco+Aguiar-pontes+d.maria+e+s.jo%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-2646785564650819020</id><published>2007-01-27T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:18:13.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Tons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rbs0YK1uv1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RsyHe7SkOPQ/s1600-h/Fernando+Machado-outros+tons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rbs0YK1uv1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RsyHe7SkOPQ/s400/Fernando+Machado-outros+tons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024667399093141330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Fernando Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adriana Calcanhoto &gt;&gt; Tons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxos&lt;br /&gt;Todos&lt;br /&gt;Pretos&lt;br /&gt;Partes&lt;br /&gt;Pratas&lt;br /&gt;Andrades&lt;br /&gt;Azuis&lt;br /&gt;Azares&lt;br /&gt;Amarras&lt;br /&gt;Amarelos&lt;br /&gt;Amargores&lt;br /&gt;Calipsos&lt;br /&gt;Cortesias&lt;br /&gt;Cortes&lt;br /&gt;Cores e&lt;br /&gt;Rancores&lt;br /&gt;Luzes&lt;br /&gt;Milagres&lt;br /&gt;Lilases&lt;br /&gt;Rosas&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulatos&lt;br /&gt;Dourados&lt;br /&gt;Rubores&lt;br /&gt;Castigos&lt;br /&gt;Castanhos&lt;br /&gt;Castores&lt;br /&gt;Havanas&lt;br /&gt;Avanços e&lt;br /&gt;Brancos&lt;br /&gt;Cobranças&lt;br /&gt;Cinzentos&lt;br /&gt;Cimentos&lt;br /&gt;Crianças&lt;br /&gt;nas sarjetas&lt;br /&gt;Nojentas&lt;br /&gt;Imagens&lt;br /&gt;Violeta&lt;br /&gt;Magentas&lt;br /&gt;Laranjas&lt;br /&gt;Matizes&lt;br /&gt;Cremes&lt;br /&gt;Crimes&lt;br /&gt;Cobaltos&lt;br /&gt;Assaltos&lt;br /&gt;Turquesas&lt;br /&gt;Pérolas&lt;br /&gt;aos hipócritas&lt;br /&gt;Ocres&lt;br /&gt;Terras&lt;br /&gt;Telhas&lt;br /&gt;Gelos&lt;br /&gt;Gemas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-2646785564650819020?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/2646785564650819020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=2646785564650819020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2646785564650819020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/2646785564650819020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/tons.html' title='Tons'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/Rbs0YK1uv1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/RsyHe7SkOPQ/s72-c/Fernando+Machado-outros+tons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-7922804593282546518</id><published>2007-01-26T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:31:55.964Z</updated><title type='text'>Morning Has Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RbpH-61uvzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CpgujLlAP-U/s1600-h/Fernando+Dias-parque+das+dunas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RbpH-61uvzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CpgujLlAP-U/s400/Fernando+Dias-parque+das+dunas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024407480557289266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Fernando Dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cat Stevens &gt;&gt; Morning Has Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning has broken, like the first morning&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird&lt;br /&gt;Praise for the singing, praise for the morning&lt;br /&gt;Praise for the springing fresh from the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Like the first dewfall, on the first grass&lt;br /&gt;Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden&lt;br /&gt;Sprung in completeness where his feet pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning&lt;br /&gt;Born of the one light, eden saw play&lt;br /&gt;Praise with elation, praise every morning&lt;br /&gt;God's recreation of the new day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-7922804593282546518?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RbpH-61uvzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CpgujLlAP-U/s72-c/Fernando+Dias-parque+das+dunas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-802712851628360437</id><published>2007-01-25T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:30:04.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Beija-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RbjoFK1uvwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1U906V2dqe8/s1600-h/Emanuel+Valentim+Correia-joaninha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RbjoFK1uvwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1U906V2dqe8/s400/Emanuel+Valentim+Correia-joaninha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024020559838494466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Emanuel Valentim Correia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Netinho &gt;&gt; Beija-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa toda dor que fiz sentir&lt;br /&gt;Jura que não deixa de sorrir pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Joga-me bem fundo no teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu seja feliz, bem mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Do que se quis, quiser um dia então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me&lt;br /&gt;Conduza-me a belos coqueirais&lt;br /&gt;Jura então&lt;br /&gt;Que não me esquecerás jamais&lt;br /&gt;Oh, musa sedutora, oh, minha paixão&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu seja feliz, bem mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Do que se quis, quiser um dia então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atira-me de forma forte&lt;br /&gt;Vai cortando-me de sul a norte&lt;br /&gt;E deixa então fluir&lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor que já não falas mais&lt;br /&gt;Que já não cantas mais&lt;br /&gt;Que já não choras&lt;br /&gt;E não pedes mais por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Mil maravilhas vou te dar&lt;br /&gt;Encantos, sonhos soltos&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos pelo ar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-802712851628360437?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/802712851628360437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=802712851628360437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/802712851628360437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/802712851628360437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/beija-me.html' title='Beija-me'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hSYC0lRPBEk/RbjoFK1uvwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1U906V2dqe8/s72-c/Emanuel+Valentim+Correia-joaninha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116957558204811328</id><published>2007-01-23T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:06:22.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Da Proxima Vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/590555/Elen%20Zurita-encanto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/967424/Elen%20Zurita-encanto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Elen Zurita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Luis Represas &gt;&gt; Da Proxima Vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ruas da minha cidade&lt;br /&gt;Abriram os olhos de encanto&lt;br /&gt;Para te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pedras calaram os passos&lt;br /&gt;E as casas abriram janelas&lt;br /&gt;Só p’ra te ouvir cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque há muito, muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não vinhas ao teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabia ao certo&lt;br /&gt;Onde te procurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da proxima vez&lt;br /&gt;Não vás&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar destino ou direcção&lt;br /&gt;Se houver proxima vez&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueças&lt;br /&gt;Leva contigo recordação&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo pendurado&lt;br /&gt;Ao peito do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisemos saber como estavas&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida tinha tomado&lt;br /&gt;Bem conta de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou se a vida teve medo&lt;br /&gt;E eras tu que a levava&lt;br /&gt;Refugiada em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada verão que passava&lt;br /&gt;Sentiamos-te chegar&lt;br /&gt;Como era possível que o sol&lt;br /&gt;Se atrevesse a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deves trazer tantas histórias&lt;br /&gt;Tantas que algumas ficaram&lt;br /&gt;Caídas por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras eu tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;O teu fogo na alma queimou&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram de existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queremos saber se és a mesma&lt;br /&gt;Que vimo partir&lt;br /&gt;Não existe mundo lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Que te possa destruir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116957558204811328?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116948710984607189</id><published>2007-01-22T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:31:49.860Z</updated><title type='text'>A Certain Shade Of Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/724681/Carlos%20Afonso-verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/3471/Carlos%20Afonso-verde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Carlos Afonso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Incubus &gt;&gt; A Certain Shade Of Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain shade of green,&lt;br /&gt;tell me, is that what do you need?&lt;br /&gt;All signs around say move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Could someone please explain to me&lt;br /&gt;your ever present lack of speed?&lt;br /&gt;Are your muscles bound by ropes?&lt;br /&gt;Or do crutches cloud your day?&lt;br /&gt;My sources say the road is clear,&lt;br /&gt;the street signs point the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;a certain shade of green?&lt;br /&gt;I think I grew a gray&lt;br /&gt;watching you procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;a certain shade of green? (CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a written invitation&lt;br /&gt;signed, "Choose now or lose it all,"&lt;br /&gt;sedate your hesitation?&lt;br /&gt;Or inflame and make you stall?&lt;br /&gt;You've been raised in limitation,&lt;br /&gt;but that glove never fit quite right.&lt;br /&gt;The time has passed for hand-me-downs,&lt;br /&gt;choose a new, please evolve,&lt;br /&gt;take flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green… What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;What you waitin´ for?&lt;br /&gt;A written invitation?&lt;br /&gt;A public declaration?&lt;br /&gt;A private consolation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you procrastinate you choose last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116948710984607189?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116948710984607189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116948710984607189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116948710984607189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116948710984607189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/certain-shade-of-green.html' title='A Certain Shade Of Green'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116937656963044631</id><published>2007-01-21T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:49:29.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas Da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/751684/Ana%20Pinto-nos%20teus%20olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/356025/Ana%20Pinto-nos%20teus%20olhos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Ana Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milton Nascimento &gt;&gt; Coisas Da Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca é igual&lt;br /&gt;se for bem natural&lt;br /&gt;se for de coração&lt;br /&gt;além do bem e do mal&lt;br /&gt;coisas da vida&lt;br /&gt;o amor enfim&lt;br /&gt;ficou senhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;e eu fiquei assim&lt;br /&gt;calado, sem latim&lt;br /&gt;coisas da vida&lt;br /&gt;coma foi que eu cheguei aqui&lt;br /&gt;quem me diria que esse era meu fim&lt;br /&gt;olho no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;a testa de estar&lt;br /&gt;de bem com a vida&lt;br /&gt;o luar girou&lt;br /&gt;a sorte me pegou&lt;br /&gt;tesouro&lt;br /&gt;te encontrarei sem garimpar&lt;br /&gt;no ouro da paixão&lt;br /&gt;na febre da paixão&lt;br /&gt;então em mim&lt;br /&gt;ser o senhor e ser a presa&lt;br /&gt;é um mistério, a maior beleza&lt;br /&gt;amor é dom da natureza&lt;br /&gt;amar é lago que não escravisa&lt;br /&gt;nunca é igual&lt;br /&gt;se for bem natural&lt;br /&gt;se for de coração&lt;br /&gt;além do bem e do mal&lt;br /&gt;coisas da vida. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116937656963044631?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116937656963044631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116937656963044631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116937656963044631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116937656963044631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/coisas-da-vida.html' title='Coisas Da Vida'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116931882764863653</id><published>2007-01-20T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:47:07.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Body Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/239932/Alexandre%20Serra-body%20in%20balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/674299/Alexandre%20Serra-body%20in%20balance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Alexandre Serra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freddie Mercury &gt;&gt; Body Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me body give me body body&lt;br /&gt;Give me your body&lt;br /&gt;Don’t talk don’t talk don’t talk don’t talk&lt;br /&gt;Baby don’t talk&lt;br /&gt;Body language body language body language&lt;br /&gt;Give me your body&lt;br /&gt;Just give me yeah your body&lt;br /&gt;Give me yeah your body&lt;br /&gt;Don’t talk&lt;br /&gt;Body language huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Body language body language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got red lips snakes in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Long legs great thighs&lt;br /&gt;You got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Knock me down for a six any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I gotta case of body language&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I gotta case of body language&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I gotta case of body language&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I gotta case of body language&lt;br /&gt;Of body language of body language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sexy body sexy sexy body&lt;br /&gt;I want your body&lt;br /&gt;Baby you’re hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body language body language body language&lt;br /&gt;Body language body language body language&lt;br /&gt;Body language body language body language&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116931882764863653?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116931882764863653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116931882764863653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116931882764863653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116931882764863653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/body-language.html' title='Body Language'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116923235632224821</id><published>2007-01-19T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:45:56.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Tas Na Boa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/129071/Alexandre%20P.-os%20putos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/561178/Alexandre%20P.-os%20putos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Alexandre P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Weasel &gt;&gt; Tas Na Boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA OS MEUS PUTOS NO CAFÉ A FUMAR BERLAITES&lt;br /&gt;MUITO MAIS PIPES DO QUE NITES TUDO EM PAZ, NÃO HÁ FIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;SÓ NA MÁQUINA, A BATER RECORDES, SOMOS LORDES EM COMPETIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;NOITES DE VERÃO, BIRRA NA MÃO&lt;br /&gt;PARA OS MEUS PUTOS QUE FAZEM DA RUA UM UNIVERSO&lt;br /&gt;PUTO P REPRESENTA E MANDA MAIS UM VERSO&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADO PELOS BONS MOMENTOS ENTRE CONVERSA DA TRETA&lt;br /&gt;DÁ SEMPRE PA CURTIR, MESMO QUANDO NÃO HÁ CHETA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO:&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO O MEU PEOPLE REPRESENTA... TÁS NA BOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;PQ A DONINHA ARREBENTA – TÁS NA BOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;É TUDO BOM, NÃO HÁ STRESSES - TÁS NA BOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;MANDA VIR, PUTO – TÁS NA BOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA OS MEUS PUTOS A CUMPRIR PENA NA PRISÃO&lt;br /&gt;MANTENHAM FORTE E CONSTANTE&lt;br /&gt;AGUENTEM A PRESSÃO&lt;br /&gt;COM O CORAÇÃO NA MÃO, TAMOS CÁ FORA À VOSSA ESPERA&lt;br /&gt;A AMIZADE É FORTE, MAS NINGUÉM DESESPERA&lt;br /&gt;PARA OS MEUS PUTOS A LUTAR PELA VIDA LÁ FORA&lt;br /&gt;SÓ AS FOTOS JÁ NÃO CHEGAM E EU NÃO VEJO A HORA&lt;br /&gt;DE VER O PEOPLE TODO, TODO O PEOPLE REUNIDO&lt;br /&gt;NEM QUE SEJA POR UM DIA SEM UM SEGUNDO PERDIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA TODOS OS PUTOS DA NOSSA GERAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;A DONINHA COM VOCÊS EM QUALQUER SITUAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;CUMÉ, MEUS PUTOS? TÁ-SE BEM OU NÃO?&lt;br /&gt;LET’S ROCK’N’ROLL, JAY – SENTE A SENSAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE PARA O UNIVERSO, PAZ PARA O MUNDO INTEIRO&lt;br /&gt;É TUDO O QUE PEÇO, CAGUEM UM POUCO NO DINHEIRO&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SHIT – FAÇA SOL OU FAÇA CHUVA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE A CURTIR E EU SEI QUE VOCÊS TAMBÉM&lt;br /&gt;SÓ DEUS SABE COMO SABE, SABE TÃO BEM&lt;br /&gt;UM ENCORE HARDCORE PA PARTIR A LOUÇA TODA&lt;br /&gt;O PEOPLE A CURTIR, E O RESTO QUE SE...&lt;br /&gt;PARECE QUE ME VIM, É MEMO ASSIM&lt;br /&gt;O QUÊ QUE FOI? NÃO TE RIAS DE MIM RI-TE PARA MIM&lt;br /&gt;PARA TODO O ELEMENTO DO ANDAMENTO, TEJA FORA TEJA DENTRO,&lt;br /&gt;O PUTO MANDA UM CUMPRIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO O MEU PEOPLE REPRESENTA... TÁS NA BOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;PQ A DONINHA ARREBENTA – TÁS NA BOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;É TUDO BOM, NÃO HÁ STRESSES - TÁS NA BOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;MANDA VIR, PUTO – TÁS NA BOA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116923235632224821?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116923235632224821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116923235632224821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116923235632224821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116923235632224821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/tas-na-boa.html' title='Tas Na Boa'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116914112734390039</id><published>2007-01-18T17:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:25:27.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Enough Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/737048/Yann%20Figueiredo-stone%20garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/908260/Yann%20Figueiredo-stone%20garden.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Yann Figueiredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mandalay &gt;&gt; Enough Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come like a baby to the breast&lt;br /&gt;Every inch of you to test my skin&lt;br /&gt;You deepen cracks and pour in more&lt;br /&gt;Still standing at the door in tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;And do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love is too rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still leaving me untied in hands&lt;br /&gt;That you tied and locked away alive&lt;br /&gt;Here I can't stand another scene&lt;br /&gt;Can't face another day in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;And do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love is too rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;And do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love is too rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could weather me if I turned to stone&lt;br /&gt;If I turned to stone something like a statue&lt;br /&gt;You could keep me hidden in your garden&lt;br /&gt;Then no one need ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;And do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love is too rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;And do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Enough love is too rare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116914112734390039?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116914112734390039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116914112734390039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116914112734390039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116914112734390039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/enough-love.html' title='Enough Love'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116896539333676134</id><published>2007-01-16T16:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:36:33.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Água Também é Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/852580/V%3F%3Flter%20Ferreira-a%20gota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/533340/V%3F%3Flter%20Ferreira-a%20gota.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Válter Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marisa Monte &gt;&gt; Água Também é Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Água também é mar&lt;br /&gt;E aqui na praia também é margem&lt;br /&gt;Já que não é urgente&lt;br /&gt;Aguente e sente aguarde o temporal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuva também é água do mar lavada&lt;br /&gt;O céu imagem&lt;br /&gt;Há que tirar o sapato e pisar&lt;br /&gt;Com tato nesse litoral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gire a torneira, perigas ver&lt;br /&gt;Inunda o mundo, o barco é você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na distância, há de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Há de estancar&lt;br /&gt;Gotas tantas não demora&lt;br /&gt;Sede estranha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116896539333676134?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116896539333676134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116896539333676134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116896539333676134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116896539333676134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/gua-tambm-mar.html' title='Água Também é Mar'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116862726870409186</id><published>2007-01-12T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:41:08.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Atitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/596792/S%3F%3Fnia%20Fernandes%20Fragoso-procuro%20sonhos%20no%20mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/910642/S%3F%3Fnia%20Fernandes%20Fragoso-procuro%20sonhos%20no%20mar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sónia Fernandes Fragoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Djavan &gt;&gt; Atitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por você de tudo farei&lt;br /&gt;Te quero demais&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, tudo é atitude&lt;br /&gt;Até o mar que é a vida do pescador&lt;br /&gt;Esse mar eu te dou&lt;br /&gt;Diga o que é que eu sou pra você&lt;br /&gt;Se sou pouco ou nada&lt;br /&gt;Não me diga nada&lt;br /&gt;Magoar pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;Até porque eu&lt;br /&gt;Não saberei viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Longe de ti, dias sem céu&lt;br /&gt;A refletir nos olhos meus&lt;br /&gt;Casas sem cor, nenhum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu queira ir ou passar&lt;br /&gt;Se você não está ali&lt;br /&gt;Pra me abalar&lt;br /&gt;Com sua doce visão&lt;br /&gt;As mãos frias de amor&lt;br /&gt;Aquecendo as minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Dona da luz&lt;br /&gt;Que invade o meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116862726870409186?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116862726870409186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116862726870409186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116862726870409186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116862726870409186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/atitude.html' title='Atitude'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116853556208441312</id><published>2007-01-11T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:12:42.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Encontros e Despedidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/424885/S%3F%3Frgio%20Redondo-a%20partida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/719929/S%3F%3Frgio%20Redondo-a%20partida.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Sérgio Redondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maria Rita &gt;&gt; Encontros e Despedidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mande notícias do mundo de lá&lt;br /&gt;Diz quem fica&lt;br /&gt;Me dê um abraço&lt;br /&gt;Venha me apertar&lt;br /&gt;Tô chegando&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que gosto é poder partir&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter planos&lt;br /&gt;Melhor ainda é poder voltar&lt;br /&gt;Quando quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias é um vai-e-vem&lt;br /&gt;A vida se repete na estação&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que chega pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que vai pra nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que vem e quer voltar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que vai e quer ficar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que veio só olhar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente a sorrir e a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, chegar e partir&lt;br /&gt;São só dois lados&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma viagem&lt;br /&gt;O trem que chega&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo trem da partida&lt;br /&gt;A hora do encontro&lt;br /&gt;É também despedida&lt;br /&gt;A plataforma dessa estação&lt;br /&gt;É a vida desse meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;É a vida desse meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;É a vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116853556208441312?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116853556208441312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116853556208441312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116853556208441312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116853556208441312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/encontros-e-despedidas.html' title='Encontros e Despedidas'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116828404616406677</id><published>2007-01-08T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T19:20:46.180Z</updated><title type='text'>True Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/872359/Sandra%20Silva-palete%20de%20cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/523622/Sandra%20Silva-palete%20de%20cores.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Sandra Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cyndi Lauper &gt;&gt; True Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Oh I realize&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;You can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness inside you&lt;br /&gt;Can make you feel so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile then,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;br /&gt;When I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;When I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors, true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116828404616406677?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116828404616406677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116828404616406677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116828404616406677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116828404616406677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/true-colors.html' title='True Colors'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116816746373104374</id><published>2007-01-07T10:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T10:57:43.746Z</updated><title type='text'>A Cor do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/475318/Rumen%20Koynov-na%20rede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/251115/Rumen%20Koynov-na%20rede.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Rumen Koynov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cidade Negra &gt;&gt; A Cor do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor,&lt;br /&gt;Estamos atravessando&lt;br /&gt;O milênio&lt;br /&gt;O novo tempo está chegando&lt;br /&gt;A cor do sol está brilhando&lt;br /&gt;E anuncia&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia de folia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A inocência, o respeito&lt;br /&gt;A alegria de estar sério&lt;br /&gt;O bom humor e sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar pra trás maus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Desequilíbrios, as amarguras&lt;br /&gt;Viver em paz todo o momento&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de casa, no meio da rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você acha impossível&lt;br /&gt;Ter tudo isso e um amor tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Que tal tentar só um pouquinho?&lt;br /&gt;Experimente ver no que dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vê se dá!&lt;br /&gt;Experimente&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver se dá&lt;br /&gt;Viva sempre&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite o momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimente tentar de uma forma diferente&lt;br /&gt;Experimente pensar um pouquinho na gente&lt;br /&gt;Viva sempre&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite o momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1001 lendas do novo milênio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116816746373104374?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116816746373104374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116816746373104374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116816746373104374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116816746373104374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/cor-do-sol.html' title='A Cor do Sol'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116802032926097070</id><published>2007-01-05T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T18:05:29.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Até Quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/626799/Rumen%20Koynov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/919019/Rumen%20Koynov.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Rumen Koynov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel O Pensador &gt;&gt; Até Quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta olhar pro céu com muita fé e pouca luta&lt;br /&gt;Levanta aí que você tem muito protesto pra fazer e muita greve&lt;br /&gt;Você e pode e você deve, pode crer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta olhar pro chão, virar a cara pra não ver&lt;br /&gt;Se liga aí que te botaram numa cruz e só porque Jesus sofreu&lt;br /&gt;Num quer dizer que você tenha que sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ficar usando rédea&lt;br /&gt;Rindo da própria tragédia?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ficar usando rédea&lt;br /&gt;Pobre, rico ou classe média?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levar cascudo mudo?&lt;br /&gt;Muda, muda essa postura&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ficando mudo?&lt;br /&gt;Muda que o medo é um modo de fazer censura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ser saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ser saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tenta ser feliz, não vê que é deprimente&lt;br /&gt;Seu filho sem escola, seu velho tá sem dente&lt;br /&gt;Você tenta ser contente, não vê que é revoltante&lt;br /&gt;Você tá sem emprego e sua filha tá gestante&lt;br /&gt;Você se faz de surdo, não vê que é absurdo&lt;br /&gt;Você que é inocente foi preso em flagrante&lt;br /&gt;É tudo flagrante&lt;br /&gt;É tudo flagrante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ser saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ser saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polícia matou o estudante&lt;br /&gt;Falou que era bandido, chamou de traficante&lt;br /&gt;A justiça prendeu o pé-rapado&lt;br /&gt;Soltou o deputado e absolveu os PM's de Vigário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ser saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ser saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polícia só existe pra manter você na lei&lt;br /&gt;Lei do silêncio, lei do mais fraco:&lt;br /&gt;Ou aceita ser um saco de pancada ou vai pro saco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A programação existe pra manter você na frente&lt;br /&gt;Na frente da TV, que é pra te entreter&lt;br /&gt;Que pra você não verque programado é você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo num tenho trabalho, procuro trabalho, quero trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;O cara me pede diploma, num tenho diploma, num pude estudar&lt;br /&gt;E querem q'eu seja educado, q'eu ande arrumado q'eu saiba falar&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que o mundo me pede não é mundo que me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consigo emprego, começo o emprego, me mato de tanto ralar&lt;br /&gt;Acordo bem cedo, não tenho sossego nem tempo pra raciocinar&lt;br /&gt;Não peço arrego mas na hora que chego só fico no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Brinquedo que o filho me pede num tenho dinheiro pra dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escola, esmola&lt;br /&gt;Favela, cadeia&lt;br /&gt;Sem terra, enterra&lt;br /&gt;Sem renda, se renda. Não, não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ser saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada, porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ser saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda que quando a gente muda o mundo muda com a gente&lt;br /&gt;A gente muda o mundo na mudança da mente&lt;br /&gt;E quando a mente muda a gente anda pra frente&lt;br /&gt;E quando a gente manda ninguém manda na gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mudança de atitude não há mal que não se mude nem doença sem cura&lt;br /&gt;Na mudança de postura a gente fica mais seguro&lt;br /&gt;Na mudança do presente a gente molda o futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando porrada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ficar sem fazer nada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai ficar de saco de pancada?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando você vai levando?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116802032926097070?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116802032926097070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116802032926097070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116802032926097070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116802032926097070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-quando.html' title='Até Quando?'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116793316803542770</id><published>2007-01-04T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:53:26.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Oito graus a oeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/243433/Rui%20Marques-oito%20graus%20oeste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/857198/Rui%20Marques-oito%20graus%20oeste.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Rui Marques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Henley &gt;&gt; All She Wants To Do Is Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're picking up the prisoners&lt;br /&gt;All putting them in a pen&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants to do is dance,dance&lt;br /&gt;Rebels have been rebels since I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants to do is dance&lt;br /&gt;Molotov cocktail,the local drink&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants to do is dance&lt;br /&gt;They mix them up right in the kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants to do is dance&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people walking around with blood in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants to do is dance,dance,dance&lt;br /&gt;Wild-eyed pistol wavers who ain't afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants to do is&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do is dance,dance&lt;br /&gt;And make romance&lt;br /&gt;She can't feel the heat comming off the street&lt;br /&gt;She wants to party&lt;br /&gt;She wants to get down&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to is dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the goverment,bugged the men's room&lt;br /&gt;In the local disco lounge&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do is dance,dance&lt;br /&gt;To keep the boys from selling&lt;br /&gt;All the weapons they can scrounge&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do is dance&lt;br /&gt;But that don't keep the boys&lt;br /&gt;From making a buck or two&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants to do is dance,dance&lt;br /&gt;They still can sell the army&lt;br /&gt;All the drugs that they can do&lt;br /&gt;And all she wants to do is&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do is dance&lt;br /&gt;And make romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,we barely made the airport&lt;br /&gt;For the last plane out&lt;br /&gt;As we taxied down the runway&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the people shout, they said:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't come back here, Yankee."&lt;br /&gt;But if I ever do, I'll bring more money&lt;br /&gt;Cause all she wants to do is dance&lt;br /&gt;And make romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind the heat&lt;br /&gt;Coming off the street&lt;br /&gt;She wants to party&lt;br /&gt;She wants to get down&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do is&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do is dance&lt;br /&gt;And make romance&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do is dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116793316803542770?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116793316803542770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116793316803542770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116793316803542770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116793316803542770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/oito-graus-oeste.html' title='Oito graus a oeste'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116782473508034435</id><published>2007-01-03T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T11:45:35.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/866030/Rui%20Altair%20Merlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/529129/Rui%20Altair%20Merlin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Rui Altair Merlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;India Aire &gt;&gt; Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is right&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pack my bags&lt;br /&gt;And take that journey down the road&lt;br /&gt;Cause over the mountain I see the bright sun shinning&lt;br /&gt;And I want to live inside the glow&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to a place where I am nothing and everything&lt;br /&gt;That exists between here and nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I wanna got to a place where time has no consequences oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;The sky opens to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand that its not that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;But right now these walls are closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than I love life itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to find a place were I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to a place where I can hold the intangible&lt;br /&gt;And let go of the pain with all my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to a place where I am suspended in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Some where between dark and light&lt;br /&gt;Where wrong becomes right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116782473508034435?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116782473508034435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116782473508034435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116782473508034435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116782473508034435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116774126808395423</id><published>2007-01-02T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:56:57.980Z</updated><title type='text'>Minha Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/17240/ricardo%20teixeira-horizonte%20musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/302866/ricardo%20teixeira-horizonte%20musical.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Ricardo Teixeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adriana Calcanhoto &gt;&gt; Minha Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha música não quer ser útil&lt;br /&gt;Não quer ser moda&lt;br /&gt;Não quer estar certa&lt;br /&gt;Minha música não quer ser bela&lt;br /&gt;Não quer ser má&lt;br /&gt;Minha música não quer nascer pronta&lt;br /&gt;Minha música não quer redimir mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Nem dividir águas&lt;br /&gt;Não quer traduzir&lt;br /&gt;Não quer protestar&lt;br /&gt;Minha música não quer me pertencer&lt;br /&gt;Não quer ser sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Não quer ser reflexo&lt;br /&gt;Não quer revelar nada&lt;br /&gt;Minha música não quer ser sujeito&lt;br /&gt;Não quer ser história&lt;br /&gt;Não quer ser resposta&lt;br /&gt;Não quer perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Minha música quer estar além do gosto&lt;br /&gt;Não quer ter rosto, não quer ser cultura&lt;br /&gt;Minha música quer ser de categoria nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;Minha música quer só ser música:&lt;br /&gt;Minha música não quer pouco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116774126808395423?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116774126808395423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116774126808395423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116774126808395423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116774126808395423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/minha-msica.html' title='Minha Música'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116765690540650906</id><published>2007-01-01T13:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:08:25.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Hope Of Deliverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/161523/Rose%20Peres-olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/830771/Rose%20Peres-olhar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Rose Peres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul McCartney &gt;&gt; Hope Of Deliverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be hoping, hoping.&lt;br /&gt;You will always be holding, holding&lt;br /&gt;My heart in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I will understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will understand someday, one day.&lt;br /&gt;You will understand always, always&lt;br /&gt;From now until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it will be right, I don´t know.&lt;br /&gt;What it will be like, I don´t know.&lt;br /&gt;We live in hope of deliverance&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness that surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope of deliverance, hope of deliverance&lt;br /&gt;Hope of deliverance from the darkness&lt;br /&gt;That surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn´t mind knowing, knowing&lt;br /&gt;That you wouldn´t mind going,&lt;br /&gt;Going along with my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it will be right, I don´t know.&lt;br /&gt;What it will be like, I don´t know.&lt;br /&gt;We live in hope of deliverance&lt;br /&gt;From the darkness that surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope of deliverance, hope of deliverance&lt;br /&gt;Hope of deliverance from the darkness&lt;br /&gt;That surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope of deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;Hope of deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;I will understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116765690540650906?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116765690540650906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116765690540650906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116765690540650906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116765690540650906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope-of-deliverance.html' title='Hope Of Deliverance'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116749922327043135</id><published>2006-12-30T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:20:23.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Bycicle Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/644565/Reinaldo%20Ferro-alo%20alo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/865313/Reinaldo%20Ferro-alo%20alo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Reinaldo Ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Queen &gt;&gt; Bycicle Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride it where I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say black I say white&lt;br /&gt;You say bark I say bite&lt;br /&gt;You say shark I say hey man&lt;br /&gt;Jaws was never my scene&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;You say Rolls I say Royce&lt;br /&gt;You say God give me a choice&lt;br /&gt;You say Lord I say Christ&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein or Superman&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle races are coming your way&lt;br /&gt;So forget all your duties oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Fat bottomed girls&lt;br /&gt;They'll be riding today&lt;br /&gt;So look out for those beauties oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;On your marks get set go&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle Bicycle race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say coke I say caine&lt;br /&gt;You say John I say Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog I say cool it man&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the President of America&lt;br /&gt;You say smile I say cheese&lt;br /&gt;Cartier I say please&lt;br /&gt;Income tax I say Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a candidate for&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam or Watergate&lt;br /&gt;Cos all I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride it where I like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116749922327043135?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116749922327043135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116749922327043135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116749922327043135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116749922327043135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/bycicle-race.html' title='Bycicle Race'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116741500211407290</id><published>2006-12-29T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T17:56:42.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/252163/RAPHAEL%20o%20pensativo-manifesto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/239651/RAPHAEL%20o%20pensativo-manifesto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Raphael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Calcanhoto &gt;&gt; Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o abraço do tempo apertar&lt;br /&gt;E redesenhar minhas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu que queria mudar tudo&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo cumprindo ciclos, gostar mais de hoje&lt;br /&gt;E gostar disso&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo com seus olhos, tempo&lt;br /&gt;Espero pelas novas folhas&lt;br /&gt;Imagino jeitos novos para as mesmas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu que queria ficar&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver encorparem os caules&lt;br /&gt;Lá vou eu, eu queria ficar&lt;br /&gt;Pra me ver mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo o que sabem os velhos&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver o tempo e seu lento ácido dissolver o que é concreto&lt;br /&gt;E vejo o tempo em seu claroescuro&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o tempo em seu movimento&lt;br /&gt;Me marcar a pele fundo, me impelindo, me fazendo&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu que fazia girar o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu, quem diria, esperar pelos frutos&lt;br /&gt;Conheço o tempo em seus disfarces, em seus círculos de horas&lt;br /&gt;Se arrastando feito meses se o meu amor demora&lt;br /&gt;E vejo bem tudo recomeçar todas as vezes&lt;br /&gt;E vejo o tempo apodrecer e brotar&lt;br /&gt;E seguir sendo sempre ele&lt;br /&gt;Me o tempo todo começar de novo&lt;br /&gt;E ser e ter tudo pela frente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116741500211407290?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116741500211407290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116741500211407290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116741500211407290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116741500211407290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/abril.html' title='Abril'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116732027598289019</id><published>2006-12-28T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:40:09.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Aqui Ao Luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/481677/Pedro%20Gomes-tao%20grande%20mas%20tao%20pekena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/408130/Pedro%20Gomes-tao%20grande%20mas%20tao%20pekena.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Pedro Gomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Resistência &gt;&gt; Aqui Ao Luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorriu&lt;br /&gt;E ele foi a trás&lt;br /&gt;Ela despiu-o&lt;br /&gt;E ela o satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;Passa a noite&lt;br /&gt;Passa o tempo devagar&lt;br /&gt;Já é dia já é hora de voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé do mar&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé do mar&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorriu&lt;br /&gt;E ele foi a trás&lt;br /&gt;Ela despiu-o&lt;br /&gt;E ela o satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;Passa a noite&lt;br /&gt;Passa o tempo devagar&lt;br /&gt;Já é dia já é hora de voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé do mar&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé do mar&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé do mar&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé do mar&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o sonho fica&lt;br /&gt;Só ele pode ficar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116732027598289019?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116732027598289019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116732027598289019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116732027598289019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116732027598289019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/aqui-ao-luar.html' title='Aqui Ao Luar'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116723863901953549</id><published>2006-12-27T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:57:19.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu E Tu Somos Iguais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/984527/Paulo%20Jo%3F%3Fo%20Aguieiras%20Carneiro-luzes%20na%20noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/639168/Paulo%20Jo%3F%3Fo%20Aguieiras%20Carneiro-luzes%20na%20noite.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Paulo João Carneiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa &gt;&gt; Eu E Tu Somos Iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiu pela noite,&lt;br /&gt;Pelas ruas do Porto,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando os seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Num copo já morto.&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu-se na vida&lt;br /&gt;Encontrou-a na Foz,&lt;br /&gt;Entre o Molhe e a Avenida&lt;br /&gt;Há tanta gente a sós.&lt;br /&gt;E eu e tu somos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;Esconderam palavras&lt;br /&gt;Por trás das palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Disseram amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem se perceberem.&lt;br /&gt;Dançaram na estrada,&lt;br /&gt;No asfalto dos loucos,&lt;br /&gt;Entre o céu e o nada&lt;br /&gt;Foram morrendo aos poucos.&lt;br /&gt;E eu e tu somos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;E pediram-se um beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão que os agarre,&lt;br /&gt;Parados no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Para que o tempo não pare.&lt;br /&gt;E eu e tu somos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando perceberam&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite era só deles,&lt;br /&gt;Mataram desejos&lt;br /&gt;E rolaram beijos&lt;br /&gt;Colados ao corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então os dois foram um,&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo nenhum&lt;br /&gt;Para o que tinham para se dar,&lt;br /&gt;Põe o teu corpo no meu,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a noite acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então de um fez-se dois,&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo depois&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão pouco para viver,&lt;br /&gt;Põe o teu corpo no meu&lt;br /&gt;Sente o meu a amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei, hei, hei, X 4&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu somos iguais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolou um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Que fumaram a dois,&lt;br /&gt;Revivendo o prazer&lt;br /&gt;Que viria depois.&lt;br /&gt;Beberam olhares,&lt;br /&gt;Lugares de veneno,&lt;br /&gt;Nas paredes do quarto&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é tão pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;E eu e tu somos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;Partiram no carro&lt;br /&gt;A voar na cidade,&lt;br /&gt;Encantados nas luzes,&lt;br /&gt;Despistando a vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Deram-se as mãos,&lt;br /&gt;E os corpos também,&lt;br /&gt;A 200 à hora&lt;br /&gt;Não os vai vencer ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;E eu e tu somos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;E pararam o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Numa rua qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço sereno&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém perceber...&lt;br /&gt;E eu e tu somos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando perceberam&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite era só deles,&lt;br /&gt;Mataram desejos&lt;br /&gt;E rolaram beijos&lt;br /&gt;Colados ao corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos no chão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116723863901953549?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116723863901953549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116723863901953549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116723863901953549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116723863901953549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/eu-e-tu-somos-iguais.html' title='Eu E Tu Somos Iguais'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116707123278603877</id><published>2006-12-25T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:27:12.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/402753/de%20Jacob%20Lopes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/118403/de%20Jacob%20Lopes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Jacob Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Andrew Lloyd Webber &gt;&gt; Superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you let the things you did get so out of hand?&lt;br /&gt;You’d have managed better if you’d had it planned&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you choose such a backward time and such a strange land?&lt;br /&gt;If you’d come today you could have reached a whole nation&lt;br /&gt;Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you get me wrong - I only want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? What have you sacrificed?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? What have you sacrificed?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’re what they say you are?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’re what they say you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about your friends at the top&lt;br /&gt;Who’d you think besides yourself’s the pick of the crop?&lt;br /&gt;Buddha was he where it’s at? Is he where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Could Mahomet move a mountain or was that just PR?&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean to die like that?&lt;br /&gt;Was that a mistake or&lt;br /&gt;Did you know you messy death would be a record breaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you get me wrong - I only want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? What have you sacrificed?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? What have you sacrificed?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’re what they say you are?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’re what they say you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116707123278603877?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116707123278603877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116707123278603877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116707123278603877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116707123278603877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/superstar.html' title='Superstar'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116696595914671820</id><published>2006-12-24T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:12:39.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Do They Know It's Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/632906/Natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/402452/Natal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Tiago Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Aid &gt;&gt; Do They Know It's Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time,&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;At christmas time&lt;br /&gt;we let in light and banish shade&lt;br /&gt;And in our world of plenty&lt;br /&gt;we can spread a smile of Joy&lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around the world&lt;br /&gt;at Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But say a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the other ones.&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas time it's hard&lt;br /&gt;but when you're having fun...&lt;br /&gt;There's a world outside your window&lt;br /&gt;and it's a world of dread and fear&lt;br /&gt;Where the only water flowing is&lt;br /&gt;the bitter sting of tears&lt;br /&gt;Where the Christmas bells that are ringing&lt;br /&gt;are the clanging chimes of Doom&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight thank God it's them istead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift they'll get this year is life.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh....&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing ever grows&lt;br /&gt;No rain or rivers flow&lt;br /&gt;Do they know it's Christmas time at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you...&lt;br /&gt;Raise a glass for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Here's to them&lt;br /&gt;Underneath that burning sun&lt;br /&gt;Do they know it's Christmas time at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world...&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world,&lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's Christmas time again.&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world,&lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's Christmas time again.&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat several times and fade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116696595914671820?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116696595914671820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116696595914671820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116696595914671820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116696595914671820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-they-know-its-christmas.html' title='Do They Know It&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116687487272121407</id><published>2006-12-23T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:54:32.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/92763/Paulo%20Gon%3F%3Falves-dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/655843/Paulo%20Gon%3F%3Falves-dolphin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;David Bowie &gt;&gt; Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I wish you could swim&lt;br /&gt;Like the dolphins-like dolphins can swim&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing-nothing will keep us together&lt;br /&gt;We can beat them-for ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Oh we can be heroes-just for one day&lt;br /&gt;I-I will be king&lt;br /&gt;And you-you will be queen&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing will drive them away&lt;br /&gt;We can be heroes-just for one day&lt;br /&gt;We can beat them-just for one day&lt;br /&gt;I-I can remember&lt;br /&gt;Standing-by the wall&lt;br /&gt;And the guns-shot above our heads&lt;br /&gt;And we kissed-as though nothing could fall&lt;br /&gt;And the shame-was on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Oh we can beat them-forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Then we could be heroes-just for one day&lt;br /&gt;We can be heroes (3X)&lt;br /&gt;Just for one day&lt;br /&gt;We can be heroes&lt;br /&gt;We're nothing, and nothing will help us&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay&lt;br /&gt;But we could be safer, just for one day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, ohhh-oh, oh, oh, ohhh, just for one day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just for one day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116687487272121407?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116687487272121407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116687487272121407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116687487272121407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116687487272121407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116680985542204085</id><published>2006-12-22T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:50:55.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/369295/paulo%20cesar-miss%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/513795/paulo%20cesar-miss%20you.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Paulo César&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Rolling Stones &gt;&gt; Miss You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been holding out so long&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping all alone&lt;br /&gt;Lord I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping all alone&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been haunted in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;You've been starring in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Lord I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting in the hall&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting on your call&lt;br /&gt;When the phone rings&lt;br /&gt;It's just some friends of mine that say,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, what's the matter man?&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna come around at twelve&lt;br /&gt;With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna bring a case of wine&lt;br /&gt;Hey, let's go mess and fool around&lt;br /&gt;You know, like we used to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah&lt;br /&gt;Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah&lt;br /&gt;Aaah aaah aaah aaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everybody waits so long&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby why you wait so long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come on! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking in Central Park&lt;br /&gt;Singing after dark&lt;br /&gt;People think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;I've been stumbling on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Shuffling through the street&lt;br /&gt;Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to say to myself&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss you child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and no one else&lt;br /&gt;Lord I won't miss you child&lt;br /&gt;You've been blotting out my mind&lt;br /&gt;Fooling on my time&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I miss you child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah&lt;br /&gt;Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah&lt;br /&gt;Aaah aaah aaah aaah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116680985542204085?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116680985542204085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116680985542204085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116680985542204085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116680985542204085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/miss-you.html' title='Miss You'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116670573478246187</id><published>2006-12-21T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:55:34.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Kind Of Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/509666/Nuno%20Milheiro-magic%20light%20on%20a%20magic%20city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/508296/Nuno%20Milheiro-magic%20light%20on%20a%20magic%20city.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Nuno Milheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Queen &gt;&gt; Kind Of Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;A kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;One dream, one soul, one prize,&lt;br /&gt;One goal, one golden glance of what should be,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;One shaft of light that shows the way,&lt;br /&gt;No mortal man can win this day,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;The bell that rings inside your mind,&lt;br /&gt;It's a challenging the doors of time,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;The waiting seems eternity,&lt;br /&gt;The day will dawn of sanity,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;There can be only one,&lt;br /&gt;This rage that lasts a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be gone,&lt;br /&gt;This flame that burns inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing secret harmonies&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;The bell that rings inside your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Is challenging the doors of time,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;This rage that lasts a thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be will soon be,&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be gone,&lt;br /&gt;This is a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;Tere can only be one,&lt;br /&gt;This life that lasts a thousand years,&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Magic - it's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic,&lt;br /&gt;Magic, magic, magic, magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's magic,&lt;br /&gt;It's a kind of magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116670573478246187?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116670573478246187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116670573478246187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116670573478246187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116670573478246187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/kind-of-magic.html' title='Kind Of Magic'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116661667833464780</id><published>2006-12-20T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:11:18.370Z</updated><title type='text'>A Banda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/618401/Miguel%20Resende-sublime%20farol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/237936/Miguel%20Resende-sublime%20farol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Miguel Resende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chico Buarque &gt;&gt; A Banda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava a toa na vida, o meu amor me chamou&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver a banda passar, cantando coisas de amor&lt;br /&gt;A minha gente sofrida, despediu-se da dor&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver a banda passar, cantando coisas de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem sério que contava dinheiro, parou&lt;br /&gt;O faroleiro que contava vantagens, parou&lt;br /&gt;A namorada que contava as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Parou para ver, ouvir e dar passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moça triste que vivia calada, sorriu&lt;br /&gt;A rosa triste que vivia fechada, se abriu&lt;br /&gt;A meninada toda se asanhou&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver a banda passar, cantando coisas de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O velho fraco se esqueceu do cansaço e pensou&lt;br /&gt;Qu'inda era moço pra sair no terraço e dançou&lt;br /&gt;A moça feia debruçou na janela&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que a banda tocava pra ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marcha alegre se espalhou na avenida e insistiu&lt;br /&gt;A lua cheia que vivia escondida, surgiu&lt;br /&gt;Minha cidade toda se enfeitou&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver a banda passar, cantando coisas de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas para meu desencanto, o que era doce acabou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tomou seu lugar, depois que a banda passou&lt;br /&gt;E cada qual no seu canto, em cada canto uma dor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116661667833464780?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116661667833464780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116661667833464780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116661667833464780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116661667833464780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/banda.html' title='A Banda'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116654967652458008</id><published>2006-12-19T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:34:36.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/733306/Miguel%20Andrade-a%20perfect%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/209382/Miguel%20Andrade-a%20perfect%20day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Miguel Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velvet Underground &gt;&gt; Perfect Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;Drink sangria in the park&lt;br /&gt;And then later when it gets dark we go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;Feed animals in the zoo&lt;br /&gt;And then later, a movie too and then home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I spend it with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;Problems all left alone&lt;br /&gt;Weekenders on are own&lt;br /&gt;It's such fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;You make me forget myself&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;Someone good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I spend it with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap&lt;br /&gt;Just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap&lt;br /&gt;Just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap&lt;br /&gt;Just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap&lt;br /&gt;Just what you sow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116654967652458008?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116654967652458008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116654967652458008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116654967652458008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116654967652458008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/perfect-day.html' title='Perfect Day'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116644560032244634</id><published>2006-12-18T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:40:00.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas Que Não se Esquece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/522764/Marcos%20S%20Camargo-velhas%20m%3F%3Fos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/774584/Marcos%20S%20Camargo-velhas%20m%3F%3Fos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Marcos S. Camargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roberto Carlos &gt;&gt; Coisas Que Não se Esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexendo no meu passado&lt;br /&gt;Aperto em minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Velhas cartas já marcadas&lt;br /&gt;Pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Antigas fotografias&lt;br /&gt;Quase já sem cor&lt;br /&gt;E um momento de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Nessa lágrima de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;Só finge que desconhece&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra esconder verdades&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que eu quisesse&lt;br /&gt;As fotos não negam os fatos&lt;br /&gt;Do que se passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tantas lembranças suas&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que viver&lt;br /&gt;E até quando eu não quero&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos inesquecíveis&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor deixou&lt;br /&gt;No mais íntimo de nós&lt;br /&gt;Essa estória que ficou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;Só finge que desconhece&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra esconder verdades&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que eu quisesse&lt;br /&gt;As fotos não negam os fatos&lt;br /&gt;Do que se passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;Só finge que desconhece&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra esconder verdades&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que eu quisesse&lt;br /&gt;As fotos não negam os fatos&lt;br /&gt;Do que se passou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116644560032244634?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116644560032244634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116644560032244634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116644560032244634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116644560032244634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/coisas-que-no-se-esquece.html' title='Coisas Que Não se Esquece'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116626837894436207</id><published>2006-12-16T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:26:18.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Aquele Abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/510267/Marcio%20Galv%3F%3Fo-rio%20de%20janeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/873745/Marcio%20Galv%3F%3Fo-rio%20de%20janeiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Márcio Galvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gilberto Gil &gt;&gt; Aquele Abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo&lt;br /&gt;O Rio de Janeiro continua sendo&lt;br /&gt;O Rio de Janeiro, fevereiro e março&lt;br /&gt;Alô, alô, Realengo - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Alô, torcida do Flamengo - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Chacrinha continua balançando a pança&lt;br /&gt;E buzinando a moça e comandando a massa&lt;br /&gt;E continua dando as ordens no terreiro&lt;br /&gt;Alô, alô, seu Chacrinha - velho guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;Alô, alô, Terezinha, Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;Alô, alô, seu Chacrinha - velho palhaço&lt;br /&gt;Alô, alô, Terezinha - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Alô, moça da favela - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo da Portela - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Todo mês de fevereiro - aquele passo!&lt;br /&gt;Alô, Banda de Ipanema - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho pelo mundo eu mesmo traço&lt;br /&gt;A Bahia já me deu régua e compasso&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe de mim sou eu - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Pra você que meu esqueceu - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Alô, Rio de Janeiro - aquele abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Todo o povo brasileiro - aquele abraço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116626837894436207?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116626837894436207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116626837894436207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116626837894436207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116626837894436207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/aquele-abrao.html' title='Aquele Abraço'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116603262036739536</id><published>2006-12-13T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:57:01.886Z</updated><title type='text'>River Run me Dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/357380/Marcelo%20Favero-riacho%20verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/860230/Marcelo%20Favero-riacho%20verde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Marcelo Favero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dido &gt;&gt; River Run me Dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand faces&lt;br /&gt;On a grey, grey day&lt;br /&gt;A million houses&lt;br /&gt;Under dull, dark sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much noise and&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural world&lt;br /&gt;With these strange men's votes&lt;br /&gt;Go back home&lt;br /&gt;And lock your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much noise and&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those big palm trees&lt;br /&gt;On an ocean breeze&lt;br /&gt;Pico butter&lt;br /&gt;And deep blue seas&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;Of clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to let it pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty space&lt;br /&gt;To my open door&lt;br /&gt;A turning fan&lt;br /&gt;On a wooden floor&lt;br /&gt;Drift away&lt;br /&gt;In the sweet sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this world of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;br /&gt;Oh river, run me dry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116603262036739536?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116603262036739536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116603262036739536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116603262036739536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116603262036739536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/river-run-me-dry.html' title='River Run me Dry'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116594295688738474</id><published>2006-12-12T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:02:36.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Fortress Around Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/103548/Marcelo%20Favero-fortaleza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/785051/Marcelo%20Favero-fortaleza.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Marcelo Favero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sting &gt;&gt; Fortress Around Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the ruins of a walled city&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light&lt;br /&gt;No flags of truce, no cries of pity&lt;br /&gt;the siege guns had been pounding through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a day to build the city&lt;br /&gt;We walked through its streets in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;As I returned across the fields I'd known&lt;br /&gt;I recognized the walls that I once made&lt;br /&gt;Had to stop in my tracks for fear&lt;br /&gt;Of walking on the mines I'd laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I built this fortress around your heart&lt;br /&gt;Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;Then let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm&lt;br /&gt;And let me set the battlements on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went off to fight some battle&lt;br /&gt;That I'd invented inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Away so long for years and years&lt;br /&gt;You probably thought or even wished that I was dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the armies are all sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Beneath that tattered flag we'd made&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop in my tracks for fear&lt;br /&gt;Of walking on the mines I'd laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I built this fortress around your heart&lt;br /&gt;Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;Then let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm&lt;br /&gt;And let me set the battlements on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prison has now become your home&lt;br /&gt;a sentence you seem prepared to pay&lt;br /&gt;It took a day to build the city&lt;br /&gt;We walked through its streets in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;As I returned across the lands I'd known&lt;br /&gt;I recognized the fields where I once played&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop in my tracks for fear&lt;br /&gt;Of walking on the mines I'd laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I built this fortress around your heart&lt;br /&gt;Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;Then let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm&lt;br /&gt;And let me set the battlements on fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116594295688738474?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116594295688738474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116594295688738474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116594295688738474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116594295688738474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/fortress-around-your-heart.html' title='Fortress Around Your Heart'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116586075995443127</id><published>2006-12-11T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:12:39.983Z</updated><title type='text'>A Queda De Um Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/60396/Luis%20Mateus-anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/301552/Luis%20Mateus-anjo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Luís Mateus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delfins &gt;&gt; A Queda De Um Anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testemunhos da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Tanto vão de mão em mão&lt;br /&gt;Que se perdem com a idade&lt;br /&gt;Porque ninguém nasce ensinado&lt;br /&gt;O que aprendi já está errado&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito no meu passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a queda de um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Em cima de um homem&lt;br /&gt;Que ao ganhar idade&lt;br /&gt;Perde a razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem liam evangelhos&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é lei a constituição&lt;br /&gt;Mas que ninguém me dê conselhos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca gostei que a maioria&lt;br /&gt;Organizasse o meu dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito em democracia&lt;br /&gt;É a queda de um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Em cima de um homem&lt;br /&gt;Que ao ganhar idade&lt;br /&gt;Perde a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os anjos&lt;br /&gt;De todos os sexos&lt;br /&gt;Agarrem as asas&lt;br /&gt;ao cair do chão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116586075995443127?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116586075995443127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116586075995443127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116586075995443127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116586075995443127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/queda-de-um-anjo.html' title='A Queda De Um Anjo'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116575294273176454</id><published>2006-12-10T12:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:15:42.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Lua de São Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/125397/luis%20louro-pavao%20branco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/542357/luis%20louro-pavao%20branco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Luís Louro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caetano Veloso &gt;&gt; Lua de São Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Lua deslumbrante&lt;br /&gt;Azul verdejante&lt;br /&gt;Cauda de pavão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Cheia branca inteira&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Minha bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Solta na amplidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Lua brasileira&lt;br /&gt;Lua do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Lua maravilha&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, irmã e filha&lt;br /&gt;De todo esplendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Brilha nos altares&lt;br /&gt;Brilha nos lugares&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou e vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Brilha sobre os mares&lt;br /&gt;Brilha sobre o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Lua soberana&lt;br /&gt;Nobre porcelana&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a seda azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Lua da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Não se vê um dia&lt;br /&gt;Claro como tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Serás minha guia&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil de norte a sul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116575294273176454?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116575294273176454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116575294273176454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116575294273176454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116575294273176454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/lua-de-so-jorge.html' title='Lua de São Jorge'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116560762466280872</id><published>2006-12-08T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:53:44.676Z</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/275829/Lu%3F%3Fs%20Lobo%20Henriques-she%20never%20sleeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/742631/Lu%3F%3Fs%20Lobo%20Henriques-she%20never%20sleeps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Luís Lobo Henriques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Frank Sinatra &gt;&gt; New York, New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start spreading the news&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving today&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of it&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These vagabond shoes&lt;br /&gt;Are longing to stray&lt;br /&gt;Right through the very heart of it&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wake up in a city&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And find I'm king of the hill&lt;br /&gt;Top of the heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues&lt;br /&gt;Are melting a way&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a brand-new start of it&lt;br /&gt;In old New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it there&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;In a city that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And find I'm a number one, top of the list&lt;br /&gt;King of the hill, a number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues&lt;br /&gt;Are melting a way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it&lt;br /&gt;In old New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... if I can make it there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116560762466280872?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116560762466280872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116560762466280872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116560762466280872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116560762466280872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116549119705052184</id><published>2006-12-07T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:33:17.066Z</updated><title type='text'>All About Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/36475/Luis%20Leonardo-dreaming%20of.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/296356/Luis%20Leonardo-dreaming%20of.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Luís Leonardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Billy Joel &gt;&gt; All About Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for me at night,&lt;br /&gt;she waits for me in silence&lt;br /&gt;She gives me all her tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;and takes away my pain&lt;br /&gt;And so far she hasn’t run, though I swear&lt;br /&gt;she’s had her moments&lt;br /&gt;She still believes in miracles while others&lt;br /&gt;cry in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about soul&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about faith and a deeper devotion&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about soul&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause under the love is a stronger emotion&lt;br /&gt;She’s got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause so many things getting out of control&lt;br /&gt;Should drive her away&lt;br /&gt;So why does she stay?&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns to me sometimes and she asks me what&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And I realize I must have gone a million&lt;br /&gt;miles away&lt;br /&gt;And I ask her how she knew to reach out for me at&lt;br /&gt;that moment&lt;br /&gt;And she smiles because it’s understood there are&lt;br /&gt;no words to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about soul&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about knowing what someone is feeling&lt;br /&gt;The woman’s got soul&lt;br /&gt;The power of love and the power of healing&lt;br /&gt;This life isn’t fair&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna dark, it’s gonna get cold&lt;br /&gt;You gotta get tough, but that ain’t enough&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There people who have lost every trace of&lt;br /&gt;human kindness&lt;br /&gt;There are many who have fallen, there are some&lt;br /&gt;who still survive&lt;br /&gt;She comes to me at night and she tells me&lt;br /&gt;her desires&lt;br /&gt;And she gives me all the love I need to keep my&lt;br /&gt;faith alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about soul&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about joy that comes out of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about soul&lt;br /&gt;Who’s standing now and who’s standing tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to be hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard as the rock in that old rock ‘n roll&lt;br /&gt;But that’s only part, you know in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116549119705052184?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116549119705052184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116549119705052184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116549119705052184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116549119705052184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-about-soul.html' title='All About Soul'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116542799546211035</id><published>2006-12-06T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:59:55.480Z</updated><title type='text'>She Drives Me Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/958818/Kazuo%20Okubo-muito%20louco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/465251/Kazuo%20Okubo-muito%20louco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Kazuo Okubo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zucchero &gt;&gt; She Drives Me Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Things you do&lt;br /&gt;don't seem real&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what I got in mind&lt;br /&gt;'cause we're runnin' out of time&lt;br /&gt;Won't you ever set me free?&lt;br /&gt;This waitin' 'rounds killin' me&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't get&lt;br /&gt;any rest&lt;br /&gt;People say&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's serious lasts&lt;br /&gt;But to me there's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;What I have, I knew was true&lt;br /&gt;Things go wrong, they always do&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I won't make it,&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;No on likes,&lt;br /&gt;To be alone&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh huh&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh huh&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116542799546211035?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116542799546211035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116542799546211035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116542799546211035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116542799546211035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-drives-me-crazy.html' title='She Drives Me Crazy'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116534572099576470</id><published>2006-12-05T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:08:41.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/600909/Jos%3F%3F%20Silva%20Pinto-m%3F%3Fos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/732655/Jos%3F%3F%20Silva%20Pinto-m%3F%3Fos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de José Silva Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robbie Williams &gt;&gt; Monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sung some songs that were lame&lt;br /&gt;I've slept with girls on the game.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my Catholic shame&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm in purgatory&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's all come-on talk for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't me when we met&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lost my respect&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to serve and protect&lt;br /&gt;What shape of insanity&lt;br /&gt;Keeps leading you back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put your hands across the water&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Sharon&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Come soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna piss on your parade&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to make money and get laid&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a star but I'll fade&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't stickin your knives in me&lt;br /&gt;You will be eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you Sharons and Michelles&lt;br /&gt;With all your tales to sell&lt;br /&gt;Save your meat money well&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that spending a night with me&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed you celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't talk in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone I'm too loud&lt;br /&gt;You've done your daddy's proud&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping me company&lt;br /&gt;You've all been so nice to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put your hands across the water&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Sharon&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Come soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;I know much smarter men&lt;br /&gt;Never got this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got too many regrets&lt;br /&gt;I've smoked too many cigarrettes&lt;br /&gt;I've had more blondes than brunettes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not expecting your symphathy&lt;br /&gt;But it's all been too much for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put your hands across the water&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Sharon&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Come soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116534572099576470?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116534572099576470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116534572099576470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116534572099576470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116534572099576470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/monsoon.html' title='Monsoon'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116525582923457387</id><published>2006-12-04T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:10:29.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Bem devagar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/244977/Jos%3F%3F%20Pedro%20Pinto%20da%20Costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/665437/Jos%3F%3F%20Pedro%20Pinto%20da%20Costa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de José Pedro Pinto da Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caetano Veloso &gt;&gt; Bem devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compositor: Gilberto Gil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem correr, bem devagar&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade voltou para mim&lt;br /&gt;Sem perceber, sem suspeitar&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração deixou você surgir&lt;br /&gt;E como o despertar depois de um sonho mau&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi o amor sorrindo em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E a beleza da ternura de sentir você&lt;br /&gt;Chegou sem correr, bem devegar&lt;br /&gt;Amor velho que se perde&lt;br /&gt;Sai correndo para outro ninho&lt;br /&gt;Amor novo que se ganha&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem pressa, vem mansinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116525582923457387?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116525582923457387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116525582923457387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116525582923457387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116525582923457387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/bem-devagar.html' title='Bem devagar'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116500212033121365</id><published>2006-12-01T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:42:00.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Magic Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/124642/Jos%3F%3F%20Lu%3F%3Fs%20Mendes%20%28%20Ze%20Luis%20%29-momentos%20de%20alegria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/309521/Jos%3F%3F%20Lu%3F%3Fs%20Mendes%20%28%20Ze%20Luis%20%29-momentos%20de%20alegria.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de José Luís Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Erasure &gt;&gt; Magic Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.&lt;br /&gt;Magic moments, memories we've been sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the moment we kissed,&lt;br /&gt;the night of the hay-ride.&lt;br /&gt;The way that we hugged and tried to keep warm&lt;br /&gt;on taking the sleigh-ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.&lt;br /&gt;Magic moments, memories we've been sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase, the memory of&lt;br /&gt;these magic moments, filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone call that tied up the line&lt;br /&gt;for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday Dance I got up the nerves&lt;br /&gt;to send you some flowqers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.&lt;br /&gt;Magic moments, memories we've been sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase, the memory of&lt;br /&gt;these magic moments, filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that we cheered on one of our team&lt;br /&gt;for scoring a touch-down.&lt;br /&gt;The time when the floor fell out of my car,&lt;br /&gt;when I put the clutch down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petty arcade, the games that we played,&lt;br /&gt;the fun and the prizes.&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween Hop, when everyone came&lt;br /&gt;in funny disguises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic moments, filled with love. (la la la la la la)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116500212033121365?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116500212033121365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116500212033121365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116500212033121365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116500212033121365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/12/magic-moments.html' title='Magic Moments'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116490867615299271</id><published>2006-11-30T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:44:36.983Z</updated><title type='text'>(Nada) Quero-te Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/473097/Jorge%20Coimbra-enchendo%20o%20ceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/355889/Jorge%20Coimbra-enchendo%20o%20ceu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Jorge Coimbra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Toranja &gt;&gt; (Nada) Quero-te Assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem rastejar, que te faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;Implora porquês que não vou responder&lt;br /&gt;Geme a chorar, que te faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;Sangra o teu mundo só para eu ver&lt;br /&gt;Afoga-te em tudo o que não queres ter,&lt;br /&gt;Que é só o que te vou mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer-te só o que não queres ser,&lt;br /&gt;E vais gostar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te assim...&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifica o teu ar, que te faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;Sufoca entre panos vestidos de azul&lt;br /&gt;Tortura os teus olhos para veres bem,&lt;br /&gt;Que arranhas a voz em tosses sem som&lt;br /&gt;Afoga-te em águas e cores de lua&lt;br /&gt;Sente o céu a quebrar!&lt;br /&gt;Desfaço-te em tudo o que é teu&lt;br /&gt;E vais-me amar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te... assim&lt;br /&gt;Só para mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te assim&lt;br /&gt;Só para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quando o sol te comer a pele&lt;br /&gt;E o luar te roer a alma&lt;br /&gt;Na lama que te arranca as asas&lt;br /&gt;Quando fores ave amarrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vais voar no meu céu negro!&lt;br /&gt;vais ser nada, vais ser&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Vem rastejar, que te faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;Sangra o teu mundo, que te faz bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116490867615299271?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116490867615299271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116490867615299271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116490867615299271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116490867615299271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/nada-quero-te-assim.html' title='(Nada) Quero-te Assim'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116482338034616249</id><published>2006-11-29T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:03:00.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/832611/Jonne%20Roriz-bocao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/623541/Jonne%20Roriz-bocao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Jonne Roriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dave Gahan &gt;&gt; Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden calm inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is better&lt;br /&gt;Together in a safe warm place&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I met you&lt;br /&gt;I took your hand&lt;br /&gt;You guided me&lt;br /&gt;Even felt much clever&lt;br /&gt;Bought your love&lt;br /&gt;Soft and white&lt;br /&gt;Just a soft pink letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;We can be together&lt;br /&gt;If you breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the trees have lost their leaves&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to lift my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have not seen the sun for weeks now&lt;br /&gt;Is it day or night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot remember where I met you&lt;br /&gt;Do not know if I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Think I need a little help to&lt;br /&gt;Take away my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;We can be together&lt;br /&gt;If you breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands in my hands&lt;br /&gt;You can bleed for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you breathe for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116482338034616249?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116482338034616249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116482338034616249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116482338034616249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116482338034616249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116473628368203953</id><published>2006-11-28T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:51:23.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Noite Na Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/jo%3F%3Fo%20santiago-para%20onde%20vou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/jo%3F%3Fo%20santiago-para%20onde%20vou.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de João Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa &gt;&gt; Noite Na Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite vou ser pássaro,&lt;br /&gt;Vou voar todo o teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas asas são de aço,&lt;br /&gt;Tua pele de ferro e fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite vou ser vento&lt;br /&gt;E pousar no teu cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser mais que o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Tu a força do segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite vai ser tua,&lt;br /&gt;Faz o que tens a fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite na rua&lt;br /&gt;Mais loucura que prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Quando não estás,&lt;br /&gt;E as paredes que me prendem,&lt;br /&gt;Que me impedem de ir longe demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite na noite&lt;br /&gt;É mais um sonho perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite na noite&lt;br /&gt;Menos um dia contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite na noite&lt;br /&gt;É mais um sonho perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite na noite&lt;br /&gt;E mais um corpo vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite vou ser barco&lt;br /&gt;Naufragar nas tuas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas velas são os braços&lt;br /&gt;Com que te prendo no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite vai ser tua&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o que tens para me dar,&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite na rua&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida para inventar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Quando não estás,&lt;br /&gt;E as paredes que me prendem&lt;br /&gt;Que me impedem de ir longe demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veste a minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Dança comigo no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Entre o teu corpo e o meu&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu-se o tempo da razão&lt;br /&gt;Por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Vem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel so good I wanna scream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116473628368203953?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116464462588087362</id><published>2006-11-27T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:23:45.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Oiça La O Senhor Vinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/702313/jo%3F%3Fo%20santiago-megalevas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/898644/jo%3F%3Fo%20santiago-megalevas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de João Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mariza &gt;&gt; Oiça La O Senhor Vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiça lá ó senhor vinho,&lt;br /&gt;vai responder-me, mas com franqueza:&lt;br /&gt;porque é que tira toda a firmeza&lt;br /&gt;a quem encontra no seu caminho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá por beber um copinho a mais&lt;br /&gt;até pessoas pacatas,&lt;br /&gt;amigo vinho, em desalinho&lt;br /&gt;vossa mercê faz andar de gatas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mau procedimento&lt;br /&gt;e há intenção naquilo que faz.&lt;br /&gt;Entra-se em desequilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;não há equilíbrio que seja capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As leis da Física falham&lt;br /&gt;e a vertical de qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;oscila sem se deter&lt;br /&gt;e deixa de ser perpendicular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu já fui", responde o vinho,&lt;br /&gt;"A folha solta brincara ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;fui raio de sol no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;que trouxe a uva, doce carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda guardo o calor do sol&lt;br /&gt;e assim eu até dou vida,&lt;br /&gt;aumento o valor seja de quem for&lt;br /&gt;na boa conta, peso e medida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só faço mal a quem&lt;br /&gt;me julga ninguém&lt;br /&gt;e faz pouco de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me trata como água&lt;br /&gt;é ofensa, pago-a!&lt;br /&gt;Eu cá sou assim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vossa mercê tem razão&lt;br /&gt;e é ingratidão&lt;br /&gt;falar mal do vinho.&lt;br /&gt;E a provar o que digo&lt;br /&gt;vamos, meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;a mais um copinho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116464462588087362?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116464462588087362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116464462588087362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/304106/joao%20pejapes-just%20fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/479906/joao%20pejapes-just%20fly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de João Pejapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tom Petty &gt;&gt; Learning To Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I started out down a dirty road&lt;br /&gt;Started out all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the sun went down, as I crossed the hill&lt;br /&gt;And the town lit up, the world got still&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings&lt;br /&gt;Coming down is the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;Well the good ol' days, may not return&lt;br /&gt;And the rocks might melt and the sea may burn&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings&lt;br /&gt;Coming down is the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;Well some say life will beat you down&lt;br /&gt;Break your heart, steal your crown&lt;br /&gt;So I've started out, for God knows where&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll know when I get there&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, around the clouds&lt;br /&gt;But what goes up must come down&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings&lt;br /&gt;Coming down is the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly, around the clouds&lt;br /&gt;But what goes up must come down&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116456286609088716?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116456286609088716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/1600/177318/Hugo%20Delgado-guin%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/792701/Hugo%20Delgado-guin%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Hugo Delgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Carla Visi &gt;&gt; África Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chão que eu piso&lt;br /&gt;No traço que a régua me deu&lt;br /&gt;A África, sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a bela negra mãe&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou da terra, o amor&lt;br /&gt;África Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi uma moça prendada&lt;br /&gt;Subindo a ladeira da vida&lt;br /&gt;Correndo em percalços&lt;br /&gt;Vez por outra fugindo da dor&lt;br /&gt;Serena de dia&lt;br /&gt;Morena de noite&lt;br /&gt;Mulher sempre&lt;br /&gt;O que deveria ser&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Será uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Cujo domínio sobre a Terra&lt;br /&gt;Vai minar as palafitas da história&lt;br /&gt;Memórias, perdas e lutas&lt;br /&gt;Resgate ético da cor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116445716783110855?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116445716783110855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116445716783110855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116445716783110855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/991340/Hugo%20Delgado.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Hudo Delgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Ben &gt;&gt; A Banda do Zé Pretinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banda do Zé Pretinho chegou&lt;br /&gt;Para animar a festa&lt;br /&gt;A banda do Zé Pretinho chegou&lt;br /&gt;Para animar a festa&lt;br /&gt;Zambá, zambé, zambí, zambó, zambú&lt;br /&gt;Zambá&lt;br /&gt;Samba Zé Pretinho&lt;br /&gt;Samba, rei bonito&lt;br /&gt;Crioulo, que eu quero ver&lt;br /&gt;Anima a festa, crioulo rei&lt;br /&gt;Põe alegria&lt;br /&gt;Bota a tristeza pra correr&lt;br /&gt;Peça à banda pra tocar&lt;br /&gt;Que nós dançamos com você&lt;br /&gt;Misturo bumbo com violino, pandeiro, cuíca, trombone, ganzá, guitarra e violão&lt;br /&gt;E salta de banda pra gente ver&lt;br /&gt;Que nós queremos aprender com você&lt;br /&gt;Com você, hei&lt;br /&gt;Com você, hei&lt;br /&gt;Crioulo rei&lt;br /&gt;Crioulo&lt;br /&gt;A banda do Zé Pretinho chegou&lt;br /&gt;Para animar a festa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116439190510969567?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116439190510969567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116439190510969567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116439190510969567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116439190510969567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6234/1859/400/449540/Francois%20Benveniste-tempos%20modernos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de François Benveniste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rolling Stones &gt;&gt; Anybody Seen My Baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She confessed her love to me&lt;br /&gt;Then she vanished&lt;br /&gt;On the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on to that&lt;br /&gt;Was just impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was more than beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Closer to ethereal&lt;br /&gt;With a kind of&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's three in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize&lt;br /&gt;That she's really&lt;br /&gt;Gone for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen my baby&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;Love has gone&lt;br /&gt;And made me blind&lt;br /&gt;I've looked but I just can't find&lt;br /&gt;She has gotten lost&lt;br /&gt;In the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flippin' magazines&lt;br /&gt;In that place on Mercer Street&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I spotted her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on a motor bike&lt;br /&gt;Looking rather lady like&lt;br /&gt;Didn't she just give me a wave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salty tears&lt;br /&gt;It's three in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Has she disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Is she really gone for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen my baby&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;If I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I reach out&lt;br /&gt;And touch the prize&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen my baby&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;If I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I reach out&lt;br /&gt;And touch the prize&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost, lost and never found&lt;br /&gt;I must have called her&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think&lt;br /&gt;She's just in my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the crowd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116430274305090865?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116430274305090865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116430274305090865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116430274305090865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116430274305090865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/anybody-seen-my-baby.html' title='Anybody Seen My Baby?'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116419670845021033</id><published>2006-11-22T11:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:58:31.166Z</updated><title type='text'>No Ódio e no Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Francois%20Benveniste-a%20sala%20de%20banho%20cinzento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Francois%20Benveniste-a%20sala%20de%20banho%20cinzento.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de François Benveniste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mind Da Gap &gt;&gt; No Ódio E No Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Ódio E No Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei-me de vez, a solo não quero [queimo?] ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Assumo o que penso, digo e o que faço também&lt;br /&gt;Já me segurei vezes de mais, quase rebento por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Expludo e inundo o mundo com o meu sentimento, sou cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Obscuro, já visitei o lado escuro&lt;br /&gt;E no passado já quis limitar o meu próprio futuro&lt;br /&gt;Presente é negro, cercam-me de todo o lado&lt;br /&gt;Hipocrisia e mentira, falsidade, deixam-me abalado&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a um bom combate, não retribuo o vosso abraço&lt;br /&gt;O ataque é a melhor defesa e causa embaraço&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra vale mais que mil imagens, coragem&lt;br /&gt;Caguei, por isso vejam como agem ou reagem&lt;br /&gt;Antes a morte à desonra, pena máxima a vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Sonha quem achar que vou perder a minha honra&lt;br /&gt;Desafio a própria vida pelo stress que me ofereçe&lt;br /&gt;Fala o que nunca obedece, porque o que é bom nunca aparece&lt;br /&gt;Desabafo e sei que vou escandalizar muita gente&lt;br /&gt;Paciência, tenho que me libertar antes que rebente&lt;br /&gt;Começo agora e falo, pra quê enfiar o barrete?&lt;br /&gt;Se te sentires atingido então a música promete&lt;br /&gt;Escreves torto por linhas certas, pensas ser o maior&lt;br /&gt;Só se for o maior palhaço, ou ignorante mor&lt;br /&gt;Cruzaste-te no meu caminho, resolveste chamar a atenção&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que conseguiste foi oferecer-me um ódio de estimação&lt;br /&gt;Safas-te pla distância, levas uma dedicatória&lt;br /&gt;Uma carta e uma música que entraram para a história&lt;br /&gt;Tu, também ainda não sei como escapaste&lt;br /&gt;Bazaste, conseguiste, quase todos enganaste&lt;br /&gt;Cobarde, não voltes, conta, aponta, dispara&lt;br /&gt;Desvai, vai prá cova, cai, antes de ires repara&lt;br /&gt;Na cara que te olho eu riu-me contente sente&lt;br /&gt;Não és homem não és nada, és um excremento de gente&lt;br /&gt;Como aqueles que me invejam e desejam tudo mal&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o Mal, nunca fui um gajo 100% normal&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada a perder enquanto não tiver ganho&lt;br /&gt;Quando me conhecem percebem que sou um tipo estranho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas pelas quais morreria, gajos pelos quais mataria&lt;br /&gt;Outros plos quais na boa cagaria e continuaria&lt;br /&gt;A vida e assim, assim é esta merda de vida&lt;br /&gt;No ódio ou no amor, a verdade é que me guia&lt;br /&gt;x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não chorem quando partir pois lutei com o destino&lt;br /&gt;Queimem a bandeira e façam tocar o meu hino&lt;br /&gt;Tenho flashes de memória que visualizo na pupila&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que eu não quis que esperassem na fila&lt;br /&gt;Família e conhecidos, ou ilustres desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Largaram noutra viagem nunca mais perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Pago o preço de viver pla setença dum crime&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes vendia a alma ao Diabo para que tudo fosse sublime&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço à minha mãe, pai, por ter acreditado&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem força pra lutar e me ter mesmo contrariado&lt;br /&gt;Para morrer à nascença tava marcado, caguei&lt;br /&gt;Avisado por uma velhota o destino guardou-me pra rei&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai, meu idolo tentei, teu modelo imitei&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar onde cheguei, acredita que lutei&lt;br /&gt;Li o que muitos ainda não leram, escrevi o que não entenderam&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o que não me explicaram, as vozes esconderam&lt;br /&gt;Falo de quem odeio, detesto, ignoro, é normal&lt;br /&gt;Falo de quem admiro, amo e tento proteger do mal&lt;br /&gt;Meus homens, meus soldados, Coalizão, 2º piso&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é nosso acto quando _____ pelo aviso&lt;br /&gt;Irmãos de mãe diferente, unidos numa só mente&lt;br /&gt;Todos desiguais, mas mais ou menos tudo a mesma gente&lt;br /&gt;Este abraço alarga-se a costas de sul a norte&lt;br /&gt;A gajos verdadeiros que me apoiam e protegem até à morte&lt;br /&gt;Serial e Presto, apesar de tudo ainda bem que existiram&lt;br /&gt;Este meio fodeu-me mas vocês de mim não desistiram&lt;br /&gt;Quando me apunhalaram, vocês nem acreditaram&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou paranóico até quando na crew se confrontaram&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a realidade, é de quem acusa receita eleita para 99&lt;br /&gt;Beretta, mas na ponta de uma caneta&lt;br /&gt;São o pior pesadelo, gentes com dor de cotovelo&lt;br /&gt;Que não sou modesto nem falsamente irei sê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Conhecido por ser arrogante, não arrogante por ser conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Tido como antipático, melhor ser um falso bandido [vendido?]&lt;br /&gt;A música é a minha terapia, desculpem lá o tom agressivo&lt;br /&gt;E muito obrigado pela vossa atenção&lt;br /&gt;A música é a minha terapia, desculpem lá o tom&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado aos Mind da Gap pelo apoio na missão&lt;br /&gt;Pai, mãe, avó, _____, Cristina, André, puto Kiko&lt;br /&gt;A todos os meus amigos quer seja pobre ou fique rico&lt;br /&gt;Lealdade, sinceridade, na união ou na saudade&lt;br /&gt;Juntos ou separados, sempre ligados pela verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas pelas quais morreria, gajos pelos quais mataria&lt;br /&gt;Outros plos quais na boa cagaria e continuaria&lt;br /&gt;A vida e assim, assim é esta merda de vida&lt;br /&gt;No ódio ou no amor, a verdade é que me guia&lt;br /&gt;x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que me guia...&lt;br /&gt;A merda é real...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha realidade...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Nada é ficção onde eu me encontro...&lt;br /&gt;A verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Os falsos escondem-se atrás da mentira...&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiros perpetuam o seu próprio destino através da verdade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116419670845021033?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116419670845021033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116419670845021033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116419670845021033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116419670845021033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-dio-e-no-amor.html' title='No Ódio e no Amor'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116412238057034018</id><published>2006-11-21T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:19:40.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado Tropical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Evo%20Fot%3F%3Fgrafos-distantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Evo%20Fot%3F%3Fgrafos-distantes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Evo Fotógrafos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque &gt;&gt; Fado Tropical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, musa do meu fado&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha mãe gentil&lt;br /&gt;Te deixo consternado&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro abril&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sê tão ingrata&lt;br /&gt;Não esquece quem te amou&lt;br /&gt;E em tua densa mata&lt;br /&gt;Se perdeu e se encontrou&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabe, no fundo eu sou um sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dose&lt;br /&gt;de lirismo...(além da&lt;br /&gt;sífilis, é claro)*&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em&lt;br /&gt;torturar, esganar, trucidar&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração fecha os olhos e sinceramente chora..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com avencas na caatinga&lt;br /&gt;Alecrins no canavial&lt;br /&gt;Licores na moringa&lt;br /&gt;Um vinho tropical&lt;br /&gt;E a linda mulata&lt;br /&gt;Com rendas do Alentejo&lt;br /&gt;De quem numa bravata&lt;br /&gt;Arrebato um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meu coração tem um sereno jeito&lt;br /&gt;E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto&lt;br /&gt;De tal maneira que, depois de feito&lt;br /&gt;Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;É que há distância entre intenção e gesto&lt;br /&gt;E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito&lt;br /&gt;Me assombra a súbita impressão de incesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me encontro no calor da luta&lt;br /&gt;Ostento a aguda empunhadora à proa&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu peito se desabotoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a sentença se anuncia bruta&lt;br /&gt;Mais que depressa a mão cega executa&lt;br /&gt;Pois que senão o coração perdoa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitarras e sanfonas&lt;br /&gt;Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes&lt;br /&gt;Sardinhas, mandioca&lt;br /&gt;Num suave azulejo&lt;br /&gt;E o rio Amazonas&lt;br /&gt;Que corre Trás-os-Montes&lt;br /&gt;E numa pororoca&lt;br /&gt;Deságua no Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vai tornar-se um império colonial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116412238057034018?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116412238057034018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116412238057034018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116412238057034018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116412238057034018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/fado-tropical.html' title='Fado Tropical'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116378639310492063</id><published>2006-11-17T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:59:53.126Z</updated><title type='text'>White Spyder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Erik%20Reis-spider%20home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Erik%20Reis-spider%20home.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Erik Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins &gt;&gt; White Spyder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wander slow&lt;br /&gt;And your kisses chase&lt;br /&gt;What must i do&lt;br /&gt;If only for your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;For all they take&lt;br /&gt;Must you complicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every little spider&lt;br /&gt;That crawled up inside her&lt;br /&gt;Is waiting for my phone call&lt;br /&gt;And now i remind her&lt;br /&gt;Of every single liar&lt;br /&gt;Living for the killing stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White spider&lt;br /&gt;Where will you crawl&lt;br /&gt;White spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endless paths&lt;br /&gt;Began to scan&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand you&lt;br /&gt;I am, i am&lt;br /&gt;Know who i am&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you had to&lt;br /&gt;White spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta get away&lt;br /&gt;To try to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta fix your gaze&lt;br /&gt;So you're not afraid&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta bide your time&lt;br /&gt;Before you want science&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta play the part&lt;br /&gt;Before you fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta walk through hell&lt;br /&gt;Scream you're not around&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta strip your skin&lt;br /&gt;To let them tear at it&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a piece&lt;br /&gt;For my own release&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shift to speak&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the enemy&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna chomp my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Climb on out of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on around&lt;br /&gt;Without a sully sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wander slow&lt;br /&gt;White spider&lt;br /&gt;How did you know, yes&lt;br /&gt;If only which way to go&lt;br /&gt;My white spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause now i'm reminded&lt;br /&gt;Of every single fighter&lt;br /&gt;That's waiting for just what she brings&lt;br /&gt;And every little spider&lt;br /&gt;That crawled up inside her&lt;br /&gt;Who's waiting for the phone to ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My white spider&lt;br /&gt;Which way'd you walk&lt;br /&gt;My white spider&lt;br /&gt;Isn't all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this up&lt;br /&gt;To make the scene&lt;br /&gt;Beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;I'm back on top&lt;br /&gt;Just a cock&lt;br /&gt;Out of your cream&lt;br /&gt;I am the end&lt;br /&gt;I shall not remain&lt;br /&gt;Prying plaintiff&lt;br /&gt;The end we skim&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pretend&lt;br /&gt;Each who collapse, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My white spider&lt;br /&gt;How will you crawl&lt;br /&gt;My white spider&lt;br /&gt;Will it on&lt;br /&gt;White spider&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116378639310492063?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116378639310492063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116378639310492063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116378639310492063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116378639310492063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/white-spyder.html' title='White Spyder'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116370042546532554</id><published>2006-11-16T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:07:05.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunset On L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Erik%20Reis-por%20do%20sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Erik%20Reis-por%20do%20sol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Erik Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gino Vanelli &gt;&gt; Sunset On L.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow east wind blow&lt;br /&gt;Blow as you may&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had the power&lt;br /&gt;To take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;This life is golden&lt;br /&gt;But it’s only deep as the skin&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ much colder&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m standin’ in the warm desert wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave this town&lt;br /&gt;Else I’ll go crazy if I stay&lt;br /&gt;If I see one more sunset on l.a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss you blue sky&lt;br /&gt;But not so much&lt;br /&gt;Too much of a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Keeps this old soul out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you’re empty&lt;br /&gt;Though your dreams they all seem fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;You’re cool on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Though the real you is slowly being killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave this town&lt;br /&gt;Else I’ll go crazy if I stay&lt;br /&gt;If I see one more sunset on l.a.&lt;br /&gt;Left a girl lyin’ ’neath an old willow tree&lt;br /&gt;At times I think she’ll still be waitin’ there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave this town&lt;br /&gt;But it’s always one day away&lt;br /&gt;Just saw one more sunset on l.a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave this town&lt;br /&gt;Else I’ll go crazy if I stay&lt;br /&gt;If I see one more sunset on l.a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more sunset on l.a.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to see&lt;br /&gt;One more sunset on l.a.&lt;br /&gt;Baby wait for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116370042546532554?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116370042546532554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116370042546532554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116370042546532554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116370042546532554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunset-on-la.html' title='Sunset On L.A.'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116361485655537560</id><published>2006-11-15T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:20:56.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Clarice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Emanuel%20Valentim%20Correia-fruta%20imaginaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Emanuel%20Valentim%20Correia-fruta%20imaginaria.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Emanuel Valentim Correia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caetano Veloso &gt;&gt; Clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muita gente&lt;br /&gt;Apagada pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nos papéis desta lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Que tão pouco me ficou&lt;br /&gt;Igrejas brancas&lt;br /&gt;Luas claras na varandas&lt;br /&gt;Jardins de sonho e cirandas&lt;br /&gt;Foguetes claros no ar&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração&lt;br /&gt;Clarice era morena&lt;br /&gt;Como as manhãs são morenas&lt;br /&gt;Era pequena no jeito&lt;br /&gt;De não ser quase ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Andou conosco caminhos&lt;br /&gt;De frutas e passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas jamais quis se despir&lt;br /&gt;Entre os meninos e os peixes&lt;br /&gt;Entre os meninos e os peixes&lt;br /&gt;Entre os meninos e os peixes&lt;br /&gt;Do rio, do rio&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração&lt;br /&gt;Tinha receio do frio&lt;br /&gt;Medo de assombração&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo que não mostrava&lt;br /&gt;Feito de adivinhações&lt;br /&gt;Os botões sempre fechados&lt;br /&gt;Clarice tinha o recato&lt;br /&gt;De convento e procissão&lt;br /&gt;Eu pergunto o mistério&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração&lt;br /&gt;Soldado fez continência&lt;br /&gt;O coronel reverência&lt;br /&gt;O padre fez penitência&lt;br /&gt;Três novenas e uma trezena&lt;br /&gt;Mas Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Era a inocência&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mostrou-se a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se modelo das lendas&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se modelo das lendas&lt;br /&gt;Das lendas que nos contaram as avós&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração&lt;br /&gt;Tem que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Amanhecia e Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Assistiu minha partida&lt;br /&gt;Chorando pediu lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E vendo o barco se afastar de Amaralina&lt;br /&gt;Desesperadamente linda, soluçando e lentamente&lt;br /&gt;E lentamente despiu o corpo moreno&lt;br /&gt;E entre todos os presentes&lt;br /&gt;Até que seu amor sumisse&lt;br /&gt;Permaneceu no adeus chorando e nua&lt;br /&gt;Para que a tivesse toda&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo que existisse&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Que mistério tem Clarice&lt;br /&gt;Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116361485655537560?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116361485655537560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116361485655537560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116361485655537560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116361485655537560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/clarice.html' title='Clarice'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116352871503756926</id><published>2006-11-14T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:25:15.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Behind These Hazel Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Elen%20Zurita-olhar%20hipnotico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Elen%20Zurita-olhar%20hipnotico.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Elen Zurita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson &gt;&gt; Behind These Hazel Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me tight, everything it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can´t breathe, no I can´t sleep&lt;br /&gt;I’m barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn into pieces, can´t deny it, can´t pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won´t get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything, opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alright, for once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Now all that’s left of me, is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t breathe, no I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;I’m barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn into pieces, can´t deny it, can´t pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you wont get to see the tears I’ve cried&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow me, then spit me out&lt;br /&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you, it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t cry on the outside anymore&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn into pieces, can´t deny it, can´t pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you wont get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn into pieces, can´t deny it, can´t pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you wont get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116352871503756926?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116352871503756926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116352871503756926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116352871503756926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116352871503756926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/behind-these-hazel-eyes.html' title='Behind These Hazel Eyes'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116343789584184177</id><published>2006-11-13T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:11:35.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Carlos%20Vilela-a%20mem%3F%3Fria%20j%3F%3F%20n%3F%3Fo%20chega%20para%20tanta%20vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Carlos%20Vilela-a%20mem%3F%3Fria%20j%3F%3F%20n%3F%3Fo%20chega%20para%20tanta%20vida.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Carlos Vilela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roy Orbison &gt;&lt; Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cold December, memories can melt your heart away&lt;br /&gt;In a warm September, you can still remember yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the darkest night when dreams fade away&lt;br /&gt;When your love is gone, you'll never be alone in memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, while walking through a winter snow, memories, when summer breezes start to blow&lt;br /&gt;When true love is far away it may be yours in memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, while falling leaves just fill the air, memories, when springtime comes and love's not there&lt;br /&gt;Even when you cry, try not to say goodbye to memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden memories can turn the night into day, teach your heart to smile&lt;br /&gt;And live each day a while in memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116343789584184177?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116343789584184177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116343789584184177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116343789584184177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116343789584184177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116333606417680822</id><published>2006-11-12T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:54:24.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Garças de Jacaranema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/carlos%20teixeira-gar%3F%3Fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/carlos%20teixeira-gar%3F%3Fa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Carlos Teixeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Casaca &gt;&gt; Garças de Jacaranema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será de mim?&lt;br /&gt;O que será de nós&lt;br /&gt;quando chegar o fim da tarde&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém perceber?&lt;br /&gt;estão dormindo em outro canto&lt;br /&gt;e não vão mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;esse sonho é um pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;me tira dessa guerra&lt;br /&gt;me leva com você&lt;br /&gt;pelo céu azul, me mostre a natureza&lt;br /&gt;em suas asas brancas&lt;br /&gt;sinto um poema&lt;br /&gt;eu vejo a vida&lt;br /&gt;eu vejo o verde em Jacarenema&lt;br /&gt;tenha consciência, meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;não me leve a mal&lt;br /&gt;cuide da beleza que adormece&lt;br /&gt;em nosso manguezal&lt;br /&gt;as garças do Jucu&lt;br /&gt;que pelo céu se vão&lt;br /&gt;formando uma nuvem de paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116333606417680822?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116333606417680822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116333606417680822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116333606417680822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116333606417680822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/garas-de-jacaranema.html' title='Garças de Jacaranema'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116324076374588281</id><published>2006-11-11T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:26:03.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Nature Is The Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/CARLOS%20MARTINS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/CARLOS%20MARTINS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Carlos Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Ashcroft &gt;&gt; Nature Is The Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old river and your&lt;br /&gt;Restless wonder and your&lt;br /&gt;Graceful leisure rolling to the sea&lt;br /&gt;How many men have stood like I am&lt;br /&gt;Gazing out and wishing for someone&lt;br /&gt;Some are living and&lt;br /&gt;Some are dead and&lt;br /&gt;Some are hiding, waiting for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old river with your&lt;br /&gt;Restless swagger and your&lt;br /&gt;Graceful wonder flowing to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I am begging you to hold me and throw me in and&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when I will find my peace&lt;br /&gt;Some are dead endings&lt;br /&gt;Some are living and then&lt;br /&gt;Some are waiting for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Restless wonder roll into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Restless wonder flow into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Restless wonder roll into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Restless wonder roll into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Restless wonder flow into the sea&lt;br /&gt;(Some are dead)&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;(Some are buried)&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;(Some are waiting)&lt;br /&gt;Restless wonder roll into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, baby&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the law, now baby now&lt;br /&gt;Restless wonder roll into the sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116324076374588281?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116324076374588281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116324076374588281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116324076374588281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116324076374588281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/nature-is-law.html' title='Nature Is The Law'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116315862371897164</id><published>2006-11-10T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:37:05.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Hungry like the wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Carlos%20Gomes-quando%20a%20fome%20aperta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Carlos%20Gomes-quando%20a%20fome%20aperta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Carlos Gomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Duran Duran &gt;&gt; Hungry like the wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darken the city, night is a wire&lt;br /&gt;Steam in the subway, earth is a afire&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo&lt;br /&gt;Woman, you want me, give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;And catch my breathing even closer behind&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In touch with the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the hunt I'm after you&lt;br /&gt;Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;Straddle the line in discord and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the hunt I'm after you&lt;br /&gt;Mouth is alive with juices like wine&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalked in the forest, too close to hide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be upon you by the moonlight side&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo&lt;br /&gt;High blood drumming on your skin, it's so tight&lt;br /&gt;You feel my heart, I'm just a moment behind&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In touch with the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the hunt I'm after you&lt;br /&gt;Scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I howl and I whine, I'm after you&lt;br /&gt;Mouth is alive, al lrunning inside&lt;br /&gt;And i'm hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;Hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;Hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning the ground, I break from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the hunt, I'm after you&lt;br /&gt;I smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm found&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungry like the wolf&lt;br /&gt;Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the hunt, I'm after you&lt;br /&gt;Mouth is alive with juices like wine&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungry like the wolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116315862371897164?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116315862371897164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116315862371897164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116315862371897164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116315862371897164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/hungry-like-wolf.html' title='Hungry like the wolf'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116309194649238430</id><published>2006-11-09T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:05:46.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Bart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Bart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zélia Duncan &gt;&gt; Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma, deixa eu ver sua alma&lt;br /&gt;A epiderme da alma, superfície&lt;br /&gt;Alma, deixa eu tocar sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Com a surfície da palma da minha mão, superfície&lt;br /&gt;Easy, fique bem easy, fique sem nem razão&lt;br /&gt;Da superfície livre&lt;br /&gt;Fique sim, livre&lt;br /&gt;Fique bem com razão ou não, aterrize&lt;br /&gt;Alma, isso do medo se acalma&lt;br /&gt;isso de sede se aplaca&lt;br /&gt;Todo pesar não existe&lt;br /&gt;alma, como um reflexo na água&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a última camada&lt;br /&gt;Que fica na superfície, crise&lt;br /&gt;Já acabou, livre&lt;br /&gt;Já passou o meu temor do seu medo&lt;br /&gt;Sem motivo riso, de manhã, riso de neném&lt;br /&gt;A água já molhou a superfície&lt;br /&gt;Alma, daqui do lado de fora&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma forma de trauma sobrevive&lt;br /&gt;Abra a sua válvula agora&lt;br /&gt;A sua cápsula, alma&lt;br /&gt;Flutua na superfície lisa, que me alisa, seu suor&lt;br /&gt;O sal que sai do sol, da superfície&lt;br /&gt;Simples, devagar, simples, bem de leve&lt;br /&gt;A alma já pousou na superfície&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116309194649238430?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116309194649238430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116309194649238430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116309194649238430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116309194649238430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/alma.html' title='Alma'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116301506752643548</id><published>2006-11-08T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:44:27.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Lado Lunar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Ant%3F%3Fnio%20Manuel%20Pinto%20da%20Silva-mais%20rapidos%20que%20a%20sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Ant%3F%3Fnio%20Manuel%20Pinto%20da%20Silva-mais%20rapidos%20que%20a%20sombra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de António Manuel Pinto da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rui Veloso &gt;&gt; Lado Lunar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me mostres o teu lado feliz&lt;br /&gt;A luz do teu rosto quando sorris&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me crer que tudo em ti é risonho&lt;br /&gt;Como se viesses do fundo de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me abras assim o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;O teu lado solar só dura um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Não e por ele que te quero amar&lt;br /&gt;Embora seja ele que me esteja a enganar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a alma tem uma face negra&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu nem tu fugimos à regra&lt;br /&gt;Tiremos à expressão todo o dramatismo&lt;br /&gt;Por ser para ti eu uso um eufemismo&lt;br /&gt;Chamemos-lhe apenas o lado lunar&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me o teu lado lunar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desvenda-me o teu lado mausão&lt;br /&gt;O túnel secreto a loja de horrores&lt;br /&gt;A arca escondida debaixo do chão&lt;br /&gt;Com poeira de sonhos e ruinas de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu hei-de te amar por esse lado escuro&lt;br /&gt;Com lados felizes eu já não me iludo&lt;br /&gt;Se resistir à treva é um amor seguro&lt;br /&gt;à prova de bala à prova de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrão]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me o avesso da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Conhecê-lo e tudo o que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Para poder gostar mais dessa luz falsa&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumina as arcadas do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não épor ela que te quero amar&lt;br /&gt;Embora seja ela que me vai enganar&lt;br /&gt;Se mostrares agora o teu lado lunar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo às escuras eu não vou reclamar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116301506752643548?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116301506752643548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116301506752643548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116301506752643548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116301506752643548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/lado-lunar.html' title='Lado Lunar'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116291881284087498</id><published>2006-11-07T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:00:12.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Ant%3F%3Fnio%20Manuel%20Pinto%20da%20Silva-borboleta%20de%20verao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Ant%3F%3Fnio%20Manuel%20Pinto%20da%20Silva-borboleta%20de%20verao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de António Manuel Pinto da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Verve &gt;&gt; Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could flap your wings a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;A laughing salesman sings&lt;br /&gt;His world so far away&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could take the storm away forever every day&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're mine&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;You could let my smile disappear for a year&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're mine&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way I like it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could flap your wings a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;I'd still feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'd still feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;You could flap those eyes a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;I'd still feel the way&lt;br /&gt;I'd still feel the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes now&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes now&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes now&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes now&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes now...&lt;br /&gt;When we get to the best part&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;You tell me all your lies&lt;br /&gt;You tell me all your lies&lt;br /&gt;You get your kicks from seeing me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Tied to your bed&lt;br /&gt;Tied to the things you said&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly is coming back&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly is coming back&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly is coming back&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly is coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116291881284087498?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116291881284087498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116291881284087498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116291881284087498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116291881284087498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116283412113896709</id><published>2006-11-06T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:28:41.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Fénix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Ana%20Martins-o%20todo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Ana%20Martins-o%20todo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Ana Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jorge Vercilo &gt;&gt; Fénix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu,&lt;br /&gt;prisioneiro meu&lt;br /&gt;descobri no breu&lt;br /&gt;uma constelação&lt;br /&gt;Céus,&lt;br /&gt;conheci os céus&lt;br /&gt;pelos olhos seus&lt;br /&gt;Véu de comtemplação&lt;br /&gt;Deus,&lt;br /&gt;condenado eu fui&lt;br /&gt;a forjar o amor&lt;br /&gt;no aço do rancor&lt;br /&gt;e a transpor as leis&lt;br /&gt;mesquinhas dos mortais&lt;br /&gt;Vou&lt;br /&gt;entre a redenção&lt;br /&gt;e o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;de por você viver&lt;br /&gt;Sim,&lt;br /&gt;quis sair de mim&lt;br /&gt;esquecer quem sou&lt;br /&gt;e respirar por ti&lt;br /&gt;e assim transpor as leis&lt;br /&gt;mesquinhas dos mortais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agoniza virgem Fênix&lt;br /&gt;(O amor)&lt;br /&gt;entre cinzas, arco-íris e esplendor&lt;br /&gt;por viver às juras de satisfazer&lt;br /&gt;o ego mortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa pequenina,&lt;br /&gt;centelha divina,&lt;br /&gt;renasceu das cinzas&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi ruína&lt;br /&gt;pássaro ferido&lt;br /&gt;hoje é paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Luz da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;pedra de alquimia&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Renascer das cinzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o frio vem&lt;br /&gt;nos aquecer o coração&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite faz nascer&lt;br /&gt;a luz da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;e a dor revela a mais&lt;br /&gt;esplêndida emoção&lt;br /&gt;O amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116283412113896709?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116283412113896709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116283412113896709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116283412113896709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116283412113896709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/fnix.html' title='Fénix'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116272751742951944</id><published>2006-11-05T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:51:57.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Alessandro%20Cassemiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Alessandro%20Cassemiro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Alessandro Cassemiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sting &gt;&gt; Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,&lt;br /&gt;smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:&lt;br /&gt;you have moon-lines, apple-pathways:&lt;br /&gt;naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba;&lt;br /&gt;you have vines and stars in your hair;&lt;br /&gt;naked, you are spacious and yellow&lt;br /&gt;as summer in a golden church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails-&lt;br /&gt;curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born&lt;br /&gt;and you withdraw to the underground world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:&lt;br /&gt;your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves-&lt;br /&gt;and becomes a naked hand again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116272751742951944?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116272751742951944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116272751742951944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116272751742951944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116272751742951944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116263867879406206</id><published>2006-11-04T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:11:18.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Agarra-Me Esta Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Alberto-olhares%20cruzados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Alberto-olhares%20cruzados.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Alberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa &gt;&gt; Agarra-Me Esta Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Onde estiveres, eu estou&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu fores, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Se tu quiseres assim&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo um segundo&lt;br /&gt;És parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde olhares, eu corro&lt;br /&gt;Se me faltares, eu morro&lt;br /&gt;Quando vieres, distante&lt;br /&gt;Soltam-se amarras&lt;br /&gt;E tocam guitarras&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, como dantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi (mmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi (mmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116263867879406206?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116263867879406206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116263867879406206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116263867879406206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116263867879406206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/agarra-me-esta-noite.html' title='Agarra-Me Esta Noite'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116257837397058944</id><published>2006-11-03T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:26:14.116Z</updated><title type='text'>The Messenger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Adriana%20Paiva-emissario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Adriana%20Paiva-emissario.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Adriana Paiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Party Tea &gt;&gt; The Messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a letter from a messenger&lt;br /&gt;i read it when it came&lt;br /&gt;it said that you were wounded&lt;br /&gt;you were bound and chained&lt;br /&gt;you had love and you were handled&lt;br /&gt;you were poisoned you were pained&lt;br /&gt;oh no you were naked&lt;br /&gt;you were shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could almost touch heaven&lt;br /&gt;right there in front of you&lt;br /&gt;liberty just slipped away on us&lt;br /&gt;now there's so much work to do&lt;br /&gt;oh the door that closes tightly&lt;br /&gt;is the door that can swing wide&lt;br /&gt;oh no not expecting to collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a minute i let my guard down&lt;br /&gt;not afraid to be found out&lt;br /&gt;i completely forgot dear&lt;br /&gt;what our fears were all about&lt;br /&gt;oh no there's no need to be without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's a chance i would take it&lt;br /&gt;this desire i can't kill&lt;br /&gt;take my heart please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;i will crawl to your foothill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm frightened but i'm coming&lt;br /&gt;please baby lay still&lt;br /&gt;oh no i'm not coming for the kill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116257837397058944?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116257837397058944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116257837397058944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116257837397058944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116257837397058944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/messenger.html' title='The Messenger'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116249056559146357</id><published>2006-11-02T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:02:45.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Conchita Morales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Vitor%20Gordo32835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Vitor%20Gordo32835.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Vitor Gordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Xutos e Pontapés &gt;&gt; Conchita Morales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra do fogo&lt;br /&gt;No sul da Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Oito da matina e um frio de rachar&lt;br /&gt;Sai a patrulha para militar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estendendo a roupa toda remendada&lt;br /&gt;Usada pelos seus irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Sonha com um tango&lt;br /&gt;Dançado com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conchita Morales&lt;br /&gt;Viu los federales&lt;br /&gt;E logo ali temeu&lt;br /&gt;Pelas lindas formas que sua mãe lhe deu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda Conchita&lt;br /&gt;Carita bonita&lt;br /&gt;Vais ter de agradar&lt;br /&gt;Ao senhor militar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não sabia&lt;br /&gt;Se era noite ou dia&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda chovia&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordou&lt;br /&gt;No chão da caserna onde ele a deixou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela andou cansada&lt;br /&gt;Rota e usada&lt;br /&gt;Pela tropa que lhe traçou&lt;br /&gt;Negro destino que ela abraçou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda Conchita&lt;br /&gt;Carita bonita&lt;br /&gt;A vida não espera&lt;br /&gt;Tu foge daí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;são seis de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;Conchita anda a trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Tem outras bocas para sustentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conchita Morales&lt;br /&gt;Viu los federales&lt;br /&gt;Garbosos e não resistiu&lt;br /&gt;Mandou todos à puta que os pariu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda Conchita&lt;br /&gt;Carita bonita&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Viva a revolução&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116249056559146357?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116249056559146357/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116238479992607308</id><published>2006-11-01T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:39:59.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Ganso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Sotero%20Costa608271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Sotero%20Costa608271.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Sotero Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gabriel O Pensador &gt;&gt; 2345meia78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana chegando e o coitado tá no osso&lt;br /&gt;Mas acaba de encontar a solução&lt;br /&gt;Coloca um caderninho no bolso,&lt;br /&gt;Apanha umas fichas e corre prum orelhão&lt;br /&gt;É o seu velho caderninho de telefone&lt;br /&gt;Com o nome e o número de um monte de mulhé&lt;br /&gt;E ele vai ligar pra todas até conseguir chamar uma gata pra sair e dar um rolé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2345Meia78!&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô no osso mas eu não me canso!&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de afogar o ganso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra "A", vâmo começar: Alô, por favor, Ana Maria está?&lt;br /&gt;(Ela saiu com o namorado. Quer deixar recado?)&lt;br /&gt;Não, obrigado, deixa pra lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra "B", vou ligar pra essa Bianca&lt;br /&gt;Tem cara de carranca mas dá pra dar o bote&lt;br /&gt;Desligou na minha cara, que tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Chamei ela de princesa e ela pensou que fosse trote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se dane! É até melhor assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ligar pra Dani que ela é gamadinha em mim&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, Danizinha, lembra do animal?!"&lt;br /&gt;(Não conheço ninguém com esse nome. Tchau!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve tá com amnésia, vou pra letra "E":&lt;br /&gt;2-Bola-gato-69-bola-sete&lt;br /&gt;É a bola da vez da: Elizabete&lt;br /&gt;Dizem as más línguas que ela é boa de (Alô!)&lt;br /&gt;"Alô, a Beth está?&lt;br /&gt;(Tá, mas não pode falar. Ela tá de boca cheia e eu tô comendo, rapá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que azar, liguei na hora errada&lt;br /&gt;A hora da refeição é uma hora sagrada&lt;br /&gt;Meu caderninho de telefone parece um cardápio&lt;br /&gt;E faz um tempo que eu não como nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2345Meia78!&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô no osso mas eu não me canso!&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de afogar o ganso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra "F", quem não arrisca, não petisca&lt;br /&gt;"Alô, é da casa da Francisca?"&lt;br /&gt;(Ela se mudou. Casou com um delegado de polícia. Quer o número?)&lt;br /&gt;Tô fora, risquei da minha lista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo eu conheci a Dona Guta, uma coroa enxuta&lt;br /&gt;Como será que ela tá?&lt;br /&gt;(Dona Guta? Vou chamar. Vovó! Telefone!)&lt;br /&gt;(Hein!??)&lt;br /&gt;Achei melhor desligar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei o "H", o "I", e o "J"&lt;br /&gt;E até agora não arranjei uma... gata&lt;br /&gt;"L", "M", "N", "O"... A cada letra que passa eu me sinto mais só&lt;br /&gt;"P", "Q", "R", S.O.S!&lt;br /&gt;Socorro! Eu já tô na letra "X"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caderninho de telefones já tá perto do fim e eu tô longe de um final feliz&lt;br /&gt;2345Meia78!&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô no osso mas eu não me canso!&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de afogar o ganso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda falta a letra "Z"&lt;br /&gt;Mas acabaram as fichas, o quê que eu vô fazê?&lt;br /&gt;Disque-Sex? Ah! Qualé?!&lt;br /&gt;Chega de conversa, o que eu quero é uma mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sei, vou ligar pro 102, o disque informações,&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada errado nisso&lt;br /&gt;(Informações, Creusa, pois não?)&lt;br /&gt;Só queria uma informação: pode ser ou tá difícil?&lt;br /&gt;(Queira desculpar, mas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ligar pra Zumira mas nem adianta&lt;br /&gt;Ela nunca dá mole pra ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu já levei um fora do alfabeto inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Quê que tem levar um "não" dela também?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Alô! Zumira? Vai fazê o que hoje?&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, não sei. Vamô num cinema...)&lt;br /&gt;Quando a esmola é demais o santo desconfia&lt;br /&gt;Essa mina deve tá com algum problema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando no local que ela escolheu:&lt;br /&gt;"Não-sei-que-lá-do-reino-de-deus"&lt;br /&gt;Olha o nome do filme: "Jesus Cristo é o senhor"&lt;br /&gt;É comédia? (Não é filme, o cinema acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Virou Igreja Evangélica e eu só te trouxe aqui pra'cê comprar pra mim uma vaga lá no céu!)&lt;br /&gt;Ah, irmã, deixa disso,&lt;br /&gt;Minha grana só vai dar pra te levar pra ir rezar lá num motel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ai, senhor, olha onde eu vim parar!)&lt;br /&gt;Ah... relaxa, meu amor... ajoelhou?&lt;br /&gt;Então vai ter que rezar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2345Meia78!&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de molhar o biscoito!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô no osso mas eu não me canso!&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de afogar o ganso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116238479992607308?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116238479992607308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116238479992607308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116238479992607308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116238479992607308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ganso.html' title='Ganso'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23404655.post-116231992507449479</id><published>2006-10-31T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:38:45.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Chora Tua Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/1600/Sofia%20Br%3F%3Fs%20Monteiro6471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/1859/400/Sofia%20Br%3F%3Fs%20Monteiro6471.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foto de Sofia Brás Monteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caetano Veloso &gt;&gt; Chora Tua Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora que a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;foge do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;brincando de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;saudade vai passar&lt;br /&gt;e amor já vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao,&lt;br /&gt;canta que a beleza&lt;br /&gt;volta pra te encantar&lt;br /&gt;num sonho tao pequenho&lt;br /&gt;que o dia escondeu&lt;br /&gt;guardando pra te dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bonito gostar e querer ficar&lt;br /&gt;com alguém pra quem possa dizer&lt;br /&gt;olha quantas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;nascem pra te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;depois do céu azul&lt;br /&gt;a noite vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;e eu pra te amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23404655-116231992507449479?l=sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/feeds/116231992507449479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23404655&amp;postID=116231992507449479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116231992507449479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23404655/posts/default/116231992507449479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sombrasnaareia.blogspot.com/2006/10/chora-tua-tristeza.html' title='Chora Tua Tristeza'/><author><name>Mr.Wiskers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06479768941468771970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
