<?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-29710533</id><updated>2011-12-05T22:03:08.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-8261806017018438508</id><published>2008-05-07T21:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:36:43.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A tarde já morreu nesta varanda" - Raquel Tavares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/SCISXZ6XD0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/z5eOVqM0qeg/s1600-h/balconysunsetjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197737113240932162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 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ser dia”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Música: Fernando Macedo de Freitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Letra: Diogo Clemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-8261806017018438508?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/8261806017018438508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=8261806017018438508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentida e sincera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diz-me se ainda é verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que pensas em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem me dera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não ter a lembrança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desses tempos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De tanta esperança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primavera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com pena suspensa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diz-me que às vezes ainda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te lembras de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um encontro marcado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dentro do meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez me tenha esquecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ele tem sempre razão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um tesouro escondido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dentro do meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho lá escrito este fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quer eu queira, quer 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diz-me se ainda é verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que gostas de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem me dera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poder ser criança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sem medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cumprir a sentença&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primavera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da eterna mudança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diz-me que às vezes ainda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te lembras de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um encontro marcado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dentro do meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez me tenha esquecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ele tem sempre razão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um tesouro escondido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dentro do meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho lá escrito este fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quer eu queira, quer não"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: J.J.Galvão/ Rufi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-5646002359985169081?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/5646002359985169081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=5646002359985169081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/5646002359985169081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/5646002359985169081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/03/quer-eu-queira-quer-no-xaile.html' title='&quot;Quer eu queira, quer não&quot; - XAILE'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-6114892812730564383</id><published>2008-03-13T11:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:50:51.275Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Primavera"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R9kVCkOG9TI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Z-N-x_hupz0/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177192380465870130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E condenam-me a tanto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver comigo meu pranto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver, viver e sem ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivendo sem no entanto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me esquecer desse encanto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nesse dia perdi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pão duro da solidão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É somente p que nos dão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que nos dão de comer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que importa que o coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diga que sim ou que não,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se continua a viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo o amor que nos prendera,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se quebrava e desfizera,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em pavor se convertia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém fale em Primavera,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem me dera, quem nos dera, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter morrido nesse dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra: David MourãoFerreira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música: Alain Oulman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-6114892812730564383?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/6114892812730564383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=6114892812730564383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/6114892812730564383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/6114892812730564383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/03/fado-primavera.html' title='Fado &quot;Primavera&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R9kVCkOG9TI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Z-N-x_hupz0/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-3430607265159411533</id><published>2008-02-21T10:29:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:27:35.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Gostava de ser Deus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostava de ser Deus... para tornar coisas ou acontecimentos impossíveis em possíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falamos do campo do amor, dinheiro, saúde, sociedade!?! De quê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mais que tente não mostrar, estou triste.&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio que não consigo, de maneira nenhuma, ocupá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que me façam rir, me façam sair de casa... choro todos os dias. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já o estou a fazer, enquanto escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que deveria estar a acontecer é que, quanto mais o tempo passa, mais deveria te esquecer e o meu maior sentimento, que é o amor, desaparecer. Mas não é isso que acontece. É precisamente o contrário. Quanto mais sinto que te perdi definitavamente, mais te amo. O sentimento de perda faz-me sentir mais apaixonada por ti, que lute a cada dia que passa, por ti, pela boa pessoa que és, pela tua belíssima vocação que tens, por tudo o que te envolve e que eu gostava de fazer parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes dizer que sou louca. E tens toda razão. Sou e estou louca por ti. É uma pena imensa que não seja mútuo.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi falta de lutar por isso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo indicava que daria certo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez um dia... em que nos cruzemos na rua e nos apercebamos que fazemos parte no mundo de cada um. Não perco a esperança. Dizem que é a última a morrer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostava de ser Deus... para tornar coisas, acontecimentos impossiveis em possíveis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-3430607265159411533?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/3430607265159411533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=3430607265159411533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/3430607265159411533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/3430607265159411533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/gostava-de-ser-deus.html' title='Gostava de ser Deus...'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-3533264058796756528</id><published>2008-02-14T12:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:17:03.991Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma carta de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Desde que surgiste no meu caminho, tornou-se impossível para mim imaginar a vida sem a tua presença constante. Quando não estás por perto vem-me uma profunda sensação de vazio, um estranho sentimento de vácuo, de total desorientação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ti falta-me o chão, falta-me a segurança que me transmites através de um simples sorriso de concordância ou consentimento, falta-me sempre de certeza de estar a fazer o mais correcto ou o melhor. Sem ti falta-me o céu e os sonhos. É da tua presença que me vem a inspiração de projectar o futuro ou mesmo a força para ultrapassar as dificuldades quotidianas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha vida é o meu amor. É por ele que eu procuro fazer-me melhor a cada dia, é por ele que eu me torno uma pessoa mais carinhosa e gentil, e é nele que meus pulmões encontram a força para respirar e me manter viva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu amor é alguém especialmente maravilhoso. É ele quem mais me admira as virtudes e quem mais me compreende os pecados, vícios e manias que carrego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu amor reconhece as nossas afinidades e respeita as nossas diferenças. Traz-me calma e paz. Toca-me a alma com doçura e generosidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha vida é o meu amor. E o meu amor és tu..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitos beijinhos com alma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RBR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-3533264058796756528?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/3533264058796756528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=3533264058796756528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/3533264058796756528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/3533264058796756528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/uma-carta-de-amor.html' title='Uma carta de amor...'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-90281835604317901</id><published>2008-02-14T11:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:41:48.104Z</updated><title type='text'>"Máscara de Sentimentos" - Nelson Martins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166795496615945026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7QlIRrho0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CBBktjLDjJU/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Máscara de sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vontades e pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Num rosto vazio e triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que revelam à partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A máscara que não existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maneira de ser diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Igual à de tanta gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vai ficando e não se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sem parecer aquilo que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Parece que ninguém vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E que se vê não parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sejam virtudes, defeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Emoções e preconceitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tudo parece normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No meio de tanta gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Só a máscara é diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O corpo é sempre igual"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-90281835604317901?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/90281835604317901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=90281835604317901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/90281835604317901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/90281835604317901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/mscara-de-sentimentos-nelson-martins.html' title='&quot;Máscara de Sentimentos&quot; - Nelson Martins'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7QlIRrho0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/CBBktjLDjJU/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-9211970822161903791</id><published>2008-02-12T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:45:27.584Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Bairro Alto" - Carlos do Carmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7HFAxrhowI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qRgs-rpQI_A/s1600-h/images//Bank//Bairro%20Alto.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166126864697238274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7HFAxrhowI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qRgs-rpQI_A/s320/images%255C%255CBank%255C%255CBairro%2520Alto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bairro Alto aos seus amores tão dedicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis um dia dar nas vistas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E saíu com os trovadores mais o fado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pr’a fazer suas conquistas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tangem as liras singelas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa abriu as janelas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordou em sobressalto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gritaram bairros à toa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silêncio velha Lisboa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai cantar o Bairro Alto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trovas antigas, saudade louca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andam cantigas a bailar de boca em boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristes bizarras, em comunhão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andam guitarras a gemer de mão em mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso é que mereceu fama de boémio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por seu condão fatalista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiraram-lhe com a lama como prémio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ser nobre e ser fadista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje saudoso e velhinho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordando com carinho seus amores suas paixões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pr’a cumprir a sina sua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda veio pr’o meio da rua, cantar as suas canções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trovas antigas, saudade louca..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-9211970822161903791?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/9211970822161903791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=9211970822161903791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/9211970822161903791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/9211970822161903791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/fado-bairro-alto-carlos-do-carmo.html' title='Fado &quot;Bairro Alto&quot; - Carlos do Carmo'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7HFAxrhowI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qRgs-rpQI_A/s72-c/images%255C%255CBank%255C%255CBairro%2520Alto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-1003678068191715632</id><published>2008-02-11T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:26:20.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Triste sorte" - Camané</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7HIjRrhoyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bUCVLkbxQgA/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166130755937608482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7HIjRrhoyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bUCVLkbxQgA/s320/z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ando na vida à procura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uma noite menos escura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que traga luar do céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uma noite menos fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que não sinta agonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De um dia a mais que morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou cantando amargurado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou de um fado a outro fado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fale de um fado meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu destino assim cantado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamais pode ser mudado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque do fado sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser fadista é triste sorte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nos faz pensar na morte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E em tudo o que em nós morreu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andar na vida à procura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uma noite menos escura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que traga luar do céu"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra: João Ferreira Rosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música: Alfredo Marceneiro (Fado Cravo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-1003678068191715632?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.camane.em.pt' title='Fado &quot;Triste sorte&quot; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7HJcRrhozI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ojWpnYy-ScU/s320/42-18235494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Saudades trago comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do teu corpo e nada mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois a lei por que me sigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tem pecados mortais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez tu queiras saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque em vida já estou morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;São apenas podes crer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As saudades do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E tu que sentes por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde essa noite perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentes esse frio em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que eu sinto na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei que o teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há-de sentir a falta do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso eu tenho a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que o meu corpo tem do teu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Letra: António Calém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Música: Fado Mouraria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-5338766140185646820?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.camane.em.pt' title='Fado &quot;Saudades trago comigo&quot; - Camané'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.camane.em.pt' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/5338766140185646820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=5338766140185646820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/5338766140185646820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/5338766140185646820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/fado-saudades-trago-comigo-caman.html' title='Fado &quot;Saudades trago comigo&quot; - Camané'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7HJcRrhozI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ojWpnYy-ScU/s72-c/42-18235494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-4398473225035227589</id><published>2008-02-11T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:17:08.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Pra onde quer que me volte" - António Zambujo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7DKGRrhouI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pVkrOUYf6Dk/s1600-h/woman_walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165850981767946978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7DKGRrhouI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pVkrOUYf6Dk/s320/woman_walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Por muito que me revolte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seres somente uma miragem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra onde quer que me volte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo sempre a tua imagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem que me enlouquece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um louco no deserto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que do nada me aparece &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tão distante és tão perto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo-te envolta em poeira &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou transparente cristal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a loucura é mais inteira &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sonho quase real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por muito que me revolte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seres somente uma miragem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra onde quer que me volte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo sempre a tua imagem"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Mário Rainho/Francisco Viana)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-4398473225035227589?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.antoniozambujo.com' title='Fado &quot;Pra onde quer que me volte&quot; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7DM1BrhovI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9PgRuvrB2qs/s320/olhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Os teus olhos são dos tais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que só se encontram uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus fez os teus não fez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por ver o perigo que fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Têm a cor do ciúme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tão estranhamente anilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lindos como a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Etéros como o perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suaves como queixume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da onda que se desfez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Levada pelas marés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E à praia não volta mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os teus olhos são dos tais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que só se encontram ums vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas vê-los a vez primeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É a ver a luz meiga e crua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da lua quando flutua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No azul do céu altaneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teus olhos trazem cegueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De amor e de embriaguez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Será por isso talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que ao sabê-los tão fatais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus fez os teus não fez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por ver o perigo que fez"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Letra: Domingos Gonçalves Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Música: José Viana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-8324279926799774613?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/8324279926799774613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=8324279926799774613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/8324279926799774613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/8324279926799774613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/fado-olhos-estranhos.html' title='Fado &quot;Olhos estranhos&quot; - Ana Sofia Varela'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7DM1BrhovI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9PgRuvrB2qs/s72-c/olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-6441265914524134710</id><published>2008-02-11T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:02:44.403Z</updated><title type='text'>"Guitarra" - Madredeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CzRhrhotI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NmYLvOhp5r0/s1600-h/guitarra%2520tuners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165825886274036434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CzRhrhotI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NmYLvOhp5r0/s320/guitarra%2520tuners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quando uma guitarra trina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas mãos de um bom tocador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A própria guitarra ensina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cantar seja quem for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero que o meu caixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenha uma forma bizarra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A forma de um coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A forma de uma guitarra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitarra, guitarra querida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu venho chorar contigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto mais suave a vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tu choras comigo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra: Popular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música: Pedro Ayres Magalhães e Rodrigo Leão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-6441265914524134710?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/6441265914524134710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=6441265914524134710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/6441265914524134710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/6441265914524134710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/guitarra-madredeus.html' title='&quot;Guitarra&quot; - Madredeus'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CzRhrhotI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NmYLvOhp5r0/s72-c/guitarra%2520tuners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-1941877212547569750</id><published>2008-02-11T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:55:55.829Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Eu fecho os olhos p'ra dar" - Camané</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CoGhrhosI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bTSZXEbyOkg/s1600-h/300.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165813602667569858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CoGhrhosI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bTSZXEbyOkg/s320/300.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Trago nos olhos segredos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7BnGhrhopI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eyItn9n8vUs/s1600-h/300.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Que todos julgam saber&lt;br /&gt;São rosários, são enredos&lt;br /&gt;Que ganham razão de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;O olhar que traz verdade&lt;br /&gt;Também luz outros anseios&lt;br /&gt;Incertezas e saudades&lt;br /&gt;Que em mim desfazem aleios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Revelar não é partir&lt;br /&gt;Nem querer ver a despedida&lt;br /&gt;Cinco sentidos p'ra sentir&lt;br /&gt;E dar um sentido à vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;A cegueira faz pensar&lt;br /&gt;Nos segredos confundidos&lt;br /&gt;Eu fecho os olhos p'ra dar&lt;br /&gt;A imensidão aos sentidos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra: Aldina Duarte&lt;br /&gt;Música: José António Sabrosa (Fado Zé António de Quadras)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-1941877212547569750?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/1941877212547569750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=1941877212547569750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/1941877212547569750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/1941877212547569750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/fado-eu-fecho-os-olhos-pra-dar-caman_11.html' title='Fado &quot;Eu fecho os olhos p&apos;ra dar&quot; - Camané'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CoGhrhosI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bTSZXEbyOkg/s72-c/300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-6590377726493966211</id><published>2008-02-11T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:49:02.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Ai meu amor se bastasse" - Aldina Duarte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CmpRrhorI/AAAAAAAAAIA/O-lG73fVboA/s1600-h/L1016566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165812000644768434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CmpRrhorI/AAAAAAAAAIA/O-lG73fVboA/s320/L1016566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CkKBrhoqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/A2nUONeacaI/s1600-h/L1016566.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ai meu amor se bastasse&lt;br /&gt;Saberes que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez que eu cantasse&lt;br /&gt;Ai meu amor se bastasse&lt;br /&gt;Saberes que é por ti que eu canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai meu amor se bastasse&lt;br /&gt;O que a cantar eu consigo&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que que eu não cantasse&lt;br /&gt;Ai meu amor se bastasse&lt;br /&gt;O que a falar eu não digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai meu amor se bastasse&lt;br /&gt;Eu saber que te não basta&lt;br /&gt;E na vida que eu gastasse&lt;br /&gt;A cantar eu reparasse&lt;br /&gt;Que a nossa vida está gasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o que eu tenho p'ra te dar&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu canto te chegasse&lt;br /&gt;Se isso pudesse bastar&lt;br /&gt;Se me bastasse cantar&lt;br /&gt;Ai meu amor se bastasse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra: Manuela de Freitas&lt;br /&gt;Música: Fado Pedro Rodrigues de Quintilhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-6590377726493966211?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/6590377726493966211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=6590377726493966211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/6590377726493966211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/6590377726493966211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/ai-meu-amor-se-bastasse-saberes-que-eu.html' title='Fado &quot;Ai meu amor se bastasse&quot; - Aldina Duarte'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7CmpRrhorI/AAAAAAAAAIA/O-lG73fVboA/s72-c/L1016566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-3469519943197915657</id><published>2008-02-11T12:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:44:26.011Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "ROSA CAÍDA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7BCABrholI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Me9vN85V0SI/s1600-h/yellow-rose-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165701340812386898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7BCABrholI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Me9vN85V0SI/s320/yellow-rose-picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Já não és a minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ti não tenho ciúme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha que a rosa caída&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo depois da colhida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continua a ter perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julgando que me torturas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passas com outra a teu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não caminho às escuras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho a luz nas amarguras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A iluminar meu passado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já fui rosa esquecida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que esperava a Primavera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora tenho outra vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não sou rosa caida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltei a ser o que era"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(José J. Guimaraes/Joaquim Campos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-3469519943197915657?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/3469519943197915657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=3469519943197915657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/3469519943197915657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/3469519943197915657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/rosa-cada.html' title='Fado &quot;ROSA CAÍDA&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7BCABrholI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Me9vN85V0SI/s72-c/yellow-rose-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-3416364912383242124</id><published>2008-02-06T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:13:29.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Guitarra" - Ana Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6pEjWk7YJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tq0GUSf7iVA/s1600-h/guitarras7be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164015296880271506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6pEjWk7YJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tq0GUSf7iVA/s320/guitarras7be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ó guitarra guitarra, por favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abres-me o peito com chave de dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitarra emudece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O som que me entristece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vertendo sobre mim a nostalgia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó guitarra, guitarra, vais ter dó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não rasgues o silêncio ao veres-me só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitarra o teu gemer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais dor me vem fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como o vento a afagar a noite fria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitarra emudece, o som que me entristece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois se te ouço chorar, eu também choro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maior do que a madeira em que te talham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitarra é o teu mundo onde moro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó guitarra guitarra, por favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abres-me o peito com chave de dor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó guitarra guitarra fica muda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ti, talvez minh’ alma inda se iluda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vais ter que responder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se em mim tudo morrer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao peso desta enorme nostalgia"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-3416364912383242124?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/3416364912383242124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=3416364912383242124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/3416364912383242124'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-8378068260692674125</id><published>2008-02-06T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:14:21.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Aconteceu" - Ana Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6pCI2k7YII/AAAAAAAAAG4/UpYHecAj2-M/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164012642590482562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6pCI2k7YII/AAAAAAAAAG4/UpYHecAj2-M/s320/waiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estava à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;E tu não me procuravas&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabias quem eu era&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava ali&lt;br /&gt;Só porque tinha que estar&lt;br /&gt;E tu chegaste&lt;br /&gt;Porque tinhas que chegar&lt;br /&gt;Olhei p’ra ti&lt;br /&gt;O mundo inteiro parou&lt;br /&gt;Nesse instante a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno&lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Chama-lhe sorte ou azar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estava à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;E tu voltaste a passar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca senti&lt;br /&gt;Bater o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Como senti&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Na tua boca&lt;br /&gt;O tempo voltou atrás&lt;br /&gt;E se foi essa loucura&lt;br /&gt;Essa loucura foi paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno&lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Letra e Música de Tozé Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vivendo os dias de hoje, não posso deixar de pôr um fado, que significa muito para mim. Dedico-o, a uma pessoa muito especial, que tem uma grande presença no meu coração. Não vou desistir de lhe mostrar o que sinto. Apesar de pensar que está sózinho, não o está. Independentemente do nosso futuro, vou-lhe sempre provar isso. Estas são as minhas palavras sentidas e com toda a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-8378068260692674125?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/8378068260692674125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=8378068260692674125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/8378068260692674125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/8378068260692674125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/fado-aconteceu-ana-moura.html' title='Fado &quot;Aconteceu&quot; - Ana Moura'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6pCI2k7YII/AAAAAAAAAG4/UpYHecAj2-M/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-9025063240564959833</id><published>2008-02-06T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:20:21.691Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Não hesitava um segundo" - Ana Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6o_92k7YHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZMJMvVEerHM/s1600-h/hesitate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164010254588665970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6o_92k7YHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZMJMvVEerHM/s320/hesitate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Entre os teus olhos azuis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um quadro azul de Picasso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre o som da tua voz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o som de qualquer compasso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre o teu anel de prata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todo o ouro do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolheria o que é teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não hesitava um segundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas ondas há no mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas estrelas no céu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantas quantas nos meus sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu fui tua foste meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre o teu anel de prata &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todo o ouro do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolheria o que é teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não hesitava um segundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre o céu da tua boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a luz do céu de Lisboa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre uma palavra tua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um poema de Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre a cor do teu sorriso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todo o brilho do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolheria o que é teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não hesitava um segundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre o teu anel de prata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todo o ouro do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolheria o que é teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não hesitava um segundo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-9025063240564959833?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/9025063240564959833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=9025063240564959833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/9025063240564959833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/9025063240564959833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/entre-os-teus-olhos-azuis-e-um-quadro.html' title='Fado &quot;Não hesitava um segundo&quot; - Ana Moura'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6o_92k7YHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZMJMvVEerHM/s72-c/hesitate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-4940001675559412020</id><published>2008-02-06T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:58:20.372Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Nada que devas saber " - Ana Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6o7Mmk7YFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1ardRsxk-rM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164005010433597522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6o7Mmk7YFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1ardRsxk-rM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Vou usar o teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Não o vais querer ouvir&lt;br /&gt;A desfazer me os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Vou devolver-to e partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me esgotas num jogo&lt;br /&gt;Naquele que dá as cartas&lt;br /&gt;Não colori a avalanche&lt;br /&gt;A negro e sombra, cores gastas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu morro na tua escolha&lt;br /&gt;Como me deixas fugir&lt;br /&gt;Amarro os sonhos e vou&lt;br /&gt;Para onde nunca quis ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te assim, querendo tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse igual ao teu querer&lt;br /&gt;Faço de conta, por ti&lt;br /&gt;Já nada que devas saber"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6o7Mmk7YFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1ardRsxk-rM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-7034318746623743310</id><published>2008-02-06T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:07:24.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Tu não me digas" - Maria da Nazaré</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oTMmk7X-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/KesbibKki8I/s1600-h/triste2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163961029968486370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oTMmk7X-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/KesbibKki8I/s400/triste2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tenho a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que já não gostas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nem com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sofria o que já sofri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Podes passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gora pela minha porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;podes parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que a minha crença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;está morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pode dizer que já não sentes ciume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que já se apagou o lume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que aquecia o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Podes dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que já não gostas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que o teu amor teve um fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e que até me tens rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Triste ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que um dia lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;partiste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;por compaixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nem sequer te despediste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hás de pagar o desgosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que me deste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hás de pagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;todo o mal que me fizeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tu não me digas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que já não sentes ciumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que já se apagou o lume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que aquecia o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tu não me digas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que já não gostas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que o teu amor teve um fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e que até me tens rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Letra e Música de Santos Moreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Fado Moreninha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-7034318746623743310?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://bocaslindas.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/7034318746623743310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=7034318746623743310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-5441850087890010174</id><published>2008-02-06T16:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:18:50.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "À mercê duma saudade" - Camané</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oViGk7YAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/olCxvVvzOnk/s1600-h/img15ut4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163963598358929410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oViGk7YAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/olCxvVvzOnk/s320/img15ut4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O amor anda à mercê duma saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com ele anda sempre a ilusão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nosso amor não tem a mesma idade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tem a mesma lei no coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabemos qual a ânsia da chegada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nunca recordamos a partida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trazemos na memória renegada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dor de uma distância sem saida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem entre nós sonhos calados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a vida não permite acontecer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes sigo os teus olhos parados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sinto que é por ti que vou viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recuso lamentar a minha entrega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teus braços são a minha liberdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor é fantasia que nos cega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É força que transforma a realidade"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Letra - Aldina Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;Música - Fado Esmeraldina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-5441850087890010174?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/5441850087890010174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=5441850087890010174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/5441850087890010174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/5441850087890010174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2008/02/fado-merc-duma-saudade-caman.html' title='Fado &quot;À mercê duma 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165705386671579762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R7BFrhrhonI/AAAAAAAAAHg/l76k5WnEMtg/s320/passos-na-areia-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quando tu passas por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mim passam saudades cruéis, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passam saudades de um tempo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que a vida eu vivia a teus pés.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tu passas por mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passam coisas que eu quero esquecer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos de amor infiéis, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juras que fazem sofrer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tu passas por mim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passa o tempo que me leva pra trás, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva-me a um tempo sem fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A um amor onde o amor foi demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu que só fiz adorar-te e de tanto te amar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penei mágoas sem fim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje nem olho pra trás &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tu passas por mim."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes / Antônio Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-4790230621610000599?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.antoniozambujo.com' title='Fado &quot;Quando tu passas por mim&quot; - António Zambujo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/4790230621610000599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=4790230621610000599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/4790230621610000599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em pôr um ponto final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na minha paixão ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu já não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque quem sofre de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A cantar sofre melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As mágoas que o peito sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando te vejo e em sonhos sigo os teus passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinto o desejo de me lançar nos teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho vontade de te dizer frente a frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quanta saudade há do teu amor ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Num louco anseio, lembrando o que já chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se te amo ou se te odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu já não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu já não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorrir como então sorria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando em lindos sonhos via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A tua adorada imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu já não sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se deva ou não deva querer-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois quero às vezes esquecer-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero, mas não tenho coragem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Domingos Gonçalves Costa / Carlos Rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-6819482508251184265?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.antoniozambujo.com' title='Fado &quot;Eu já não sei&quot; - António Zambujo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/6819482508251184265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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connosco&lt;br /&gt;E este é o princípio do fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre que te vir&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E sempre que te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou calar&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que chegares&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então está dito, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Acaba aqui o que não tinha fim&lt;br /&gt;Para ser eterno tudo o que pensámos&lt;br /&gt;Precisava que pensasses mais em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti pensar a dois é uma prisão&lt;br /&gt;Para mim é a única forma de voar&lt;br /&gt;Precisas de agradar a muita gente&lt;br /&gt;Eu por mim só a ti queria agradar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tozé Brito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Com esta letra de Tozé Brito, nada mais tenho acrescentar o que vivi, vivo e viverei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E como diz o sábio e grande homem da minha vida, o meu pai: "tudo há-de passar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-4706006404228207123?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/4706006404228207123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=4706006404228207123' 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-29710533.post-3101090243454014269</id><published>2008-02-01T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:18:24.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Os Búzios" - Ana Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oW5Wk7YBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R1eo-CrNh_w/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163965097302515730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oW5Wk7YBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R1eo-CrNh_w/s200/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6MEoWk7X5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jVQT0nH9m78/s1600-h/buzio_2_2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Havia a solidão da prece num olhar triste &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se os seus olhos fossem as portas de pranto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinal da cruz que persiste, os dedos contra o quebranto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os búzios que a velha lançava sobre um velho manto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há espera está um grande amor, mas guarda segredo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vazio tens o teu coração na porta do medo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vê como os búzios cairam virados p'ra norte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois eu vou mexer no destino vou mudar-te a sorte (bis) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Havia um desespero intenso na sua voz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O quarto cheirava a insenso e mais uns quantos pós &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A velha agitava o lenço, dobrou, deu-lhe dois nós &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o seu pai de santo falou, usando-lhe a voz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há espera está um grande amor mas guarda segredo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vazio, tens o teu coração na porta do medo&lt;br /&gt;Vê como os búzios cairam virados p'ra norte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois eu vou mexer no destino vou mudar-te a sorte (bis)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-3101090243454014269?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oW5Wk7YBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R1eo-CrNh_w/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-5005234386858102711</id><published>2008-02-01T10:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:28:53.534Z</updated><title type='text'>Fado "Saudades de Júlia Mendes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6L7lGk7X4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2w05G7cxlec/s1600-h/Ray,Man-Tears-1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161964737759240066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6L7lGk7X4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2w05G7cxlec/s400/Ray,Man-Tears-1932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ó Júlia&lt;br /&gt;Trocas a vida pelo fado Pelo fado&lt;br /&gt;Esse malandro vadio&lt;br /&gt;Ó Júlia&lt;br /&gt;Olha que é tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/lisboa/pic/000fsyy9/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Leva o teu xaile traçado&lt;br /&gt;Porque de noite faz frio&lt;br /&gt;Ó Júlia&lt;br /&gt;Andas com a noite na alma&lt;br /&gt;Tem calma&lt;br /&gt;Inda te perdes p' raí&lt;br /&gt;Ó Júlia&lt;br /&gt;Se estás no mundo vencida&lt;br /&gt;Não finjas gostar da vida&lt;br /&gt;Que ela não gosta de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não fales coração&lt;br /&gt;Tu és um tonto sem razão&lt;br /&gt;Viver só por se querer&lt;br /&gt;Não chega a nada&lt;br /&gt;Aceita a decisão&lt;br /&gt;Que os fados trazem ao nascer&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós temos que viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De hora marcada&lt;br /&gt;Se Deus me deu voz&lt;br /&gt;Que hei-de eu fazer&lt;br /&gt;Senão cantar&lt;br /&gt;O fado e eu a só&lt;br /&gt;Queremos chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu fujo não sei bem de quê, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Talvez do mundo ou de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Talvez de mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas oiço alguém&lt;br /&gt;Dizer-me assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó Júlia etc..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Versos: César de Oliveira &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música: Nóbrega e Sousa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principais Autores: João Nobre e César de Oliveira, Rogério Bracinha e Paulo Fonseca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-5005234386858102711?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/5005234386858102711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=5005234386858102711' 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-29710533.post-1425047377639050132</id><published>2008-02-01T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:42:21.211Z</updated><title type='text'>"Fado da Procura" - Ana Moura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6LupGk7X3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/3dhYkN01Lo8/s1600-h/dabica27.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161950512827555698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6LupGk7X3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/3dhYkN01Lo8/s400/dabica27.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mas porque é que a gente não se encontra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No largo da Bica fui te procurar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Campo de Cebolas e eu sem te encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu fui mesmo até à casa de fado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tu não estavas em nenhum lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas porque é que a gente não se encontra?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas porque é que a gente não se encontra?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já estou sem saber o que hei de fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se seguir em frente, ai madre de Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se voltar a trás, ai Chiados meus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o rio diz: que tarde infeliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas porque é que a gente não se encontra?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas porque é que a gente não se encontra?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já estou farta disto, farta de verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou beber a bica, sentar e pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ver se esta saudade, ai fica ou não fica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E talvez sem quer, não querem lá ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem te procurar te veja passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem te procurar te veja passar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Letra e Música: Amélia Muge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-1425047377639050132?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/1425047377639050132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=1425047377639050132' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/1425047377639050132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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verdadeiras sobre amor...(Serenata de Amor)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R2qelNZGVgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QSc7pp_GVZE/s1600-h/300.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146099886311495170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R2qelNZGVgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QSc7pp_GVZE/s400/300.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tudo o que é bom dura o tempo necessário para ser inesquecível..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As pessoas entram em nossa vida por acaso, mas não é por acaso que permanecem..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amar não é apoderar-se do outro para completar-se, mas se dar ao outro para completar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ame sem reservas, pois o amor é o melhor caminho para ser feliz..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-1002579843188706647?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/1002579843188706647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=1002579843188706647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/1002579843188706647'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-2050649750328065309</id><published>2007-12-11T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:31:17.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo sem querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R1-vvXEubQI/AAAAAAAAADw/HIUHXHiTLY4/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143022527662943490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R1-vvXEubQI/AAAAAAAAADw/HIUHXHiTLY4/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sem querer, iludo-me com a própria ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, toco onde não deveria tocar&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, falo onde não deveria falar&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, estou onde não deveria estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo sem querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, vibro com a própria vibração&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, estalo quando não deveria estalar&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, bato onde não deveria bater&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, passo-me quando não deveria passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo sem querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, sinto com o próprio sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, choro quando não deveria chorar&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, rio-me quando não deveria rir&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, exalto-me quando não deveria exaltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo sem querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, jogo com o próprio jogo&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, canto onde não deveria cantar&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, amo quem não deveria amar&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, magoo quem não deveria magoar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo sem querer...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo sem querer..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-2050649750328065309?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/2050649750328065309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=2050649750328065309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/2050649750328065309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/2050649750328065309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2007/12/sem-querer-iludo-me-com-prpria-iluso.html' title='Tudo sem querer...'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R1-vvXEubQI/AAAAAAAAADw/HIUHXHiTLY4/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-6356663927353051267</id><published>2007-12-11T12:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:56:56.860Z</updated><title type='text'>"Ama-se o fado"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R17BMnEubII/AAAAAAAAACw/ajvDKOr-Tg0/s1600-h/VP7QwR636614-021.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760246895078530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R17BMnEubII/AAAAAAAAACw/ajvDKOr-Tg0/s400/VP7QwR636614-021.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O fado não se gosta&lt;br /&gt;Ou se adora ou se ama&lt;br /&gt;Contigo faço uma aposta&lt;br /&gt;Sobre os lençois da tua cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me trazes poesia&lt;br /&gt;Junto a ti e da viola&lt;br /&gt;À capela eu já sentia&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao muro lá na escola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é de mim que tu gostas&lt;br /&gt;Luta e vais ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Toca p'ra mim mal possas&lt;br /&gt;Já que toda gente o diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sentes o meu vibrar&lt;br /&gt;Acreditas no meu amor&lt;br /&gt;O fado, quero é cantar&lt;br /&gt;Por ti não tenho qualquer dor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RBR&lt;br /&gt;15 de Setembro, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-6356663927353051267?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/6356663927353051267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=6356663927353051267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/6356663927353051267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/6356663927353051267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-fado-no-se-gosta-ou-se-adora-ou-se.html' title='&quot;Ama-se o fado&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R17BMnEubII/AAAAAAAAACw/ajvDKOr-Tg0/s72-c/VP7QwR636614-021.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-2496722103176601117</id><published>2007-12-11T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:58:45.044Z</updated><title type='text'>É o Outono, não sei se sim se não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16HN3EubBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7Lm2tWEU8V0/s1600-h/Outono.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142696496695503890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16HN3EubBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7Lm2tWEU8V0/s400/Outono.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;"Estalam ao som da aragem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Os ramos chocalham e caem no chão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Salta um, dois, três pinhões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;É o Outono, não sei se sim se não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Diz-me...certo segredo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Como cada folha que voa em vão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;A madeira que range o lado negro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;É o Outono, não sei se sim se não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;O banco do jardim não chama ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;As folhas é que invadem os seus lugares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;A resina das árvores ou o pó do violino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Criam sua música sem desafinar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Amarelos e laranjas se misturam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;Castanhos e verdes se contradizem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;As cores e a música se purificam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;É o Outono, não sei se sim se não..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(autor da foto desconhecido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;arranjo meu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-2496722103176601117?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/2496722103176601117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=2496722103176601117' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/2496722103176601117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/2496722103176601117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-outono-no-sei-se-sim-se-no.html' title='É o Outono, não sei se sim se não...'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16HN3EubBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7Lm2tWEU8V0/s72-c/Outono.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115860425728784144</id><published>2006-09-18T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:46:51.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Poema para a Leonor (e para mim também)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16ia3EubCI/AAAAAAAAACA/1zY62ZjUpbM/s1600-h/toro2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142726406847753250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16ia3EubCI/AAAAAAAAACA/1zY62ZjUpbM/s400/toro2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em tons de sepia ou a cores&lt;br /&gt;Em alta sempre nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;No meio dos justos e dos estupores&lt;br /&gt;Vão esperando que já lá vamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À conversa ou a dançar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amigos é o que nos interessa&lt;br /&gt;Ter algo mais dá que pensar&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso ter pressa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora quem a chama é Sevilha&lt;br /&gt;A nossa amiga vai para España&lt;br /&gt;Prepara lá a tortilha&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhada por uma bela caña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vou terminar&lt;br /&gt;Já não tenho muita imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Vamos mas é continuar&lt;br /&gt;Em grande paródia e diversão"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este poema escrevi para nós as duas, principalmente à Leonor, que se vai embora para La España! Esperemos todos que corra tudo pelo melhor! Si guapa?&lt;br /&gt;Muchos besos para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115860425728784144?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115860425728784144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115860425728784144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115860425728784144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115860425728784144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/09/poema-para-leonor-e-para-mim-tambm-lol.html' title='Poema para a Leonor (e para mim também)'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16ia3EubCI/AAAAAAAAACA/1zY62ZjUpbM/s72-c/toro2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115860301734509603</id><published>2006-09-18T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:14:01.019Z</updated><title type='text'>"Haja...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Haja copo ou mini na mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja sevilhanas a bailar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja toiros que já lá vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja tempo para lá voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja espírito para cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja fados e guitarradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja vinho tinto acompanhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja alegria e muitas farras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja Festas e Largadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja muita comida na mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja muitas petiscadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja bebida concerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja sorte e saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja o que houver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja brindes com virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haja a Moita como se quer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115860301734509603?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115860301734509603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115860301734509603' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115860301734509603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115860301734509603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/09/haja.html' title='&quot;Haja....&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115434996358936372</id><published>2006-07-31T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:14:36.401Z</updated><title type='text'>"Não passou dum sonho"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Deu-lhe uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Beijou-a de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Encarnada era a sua cor&lt;br /&gt;Num banco de jardim sentados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz da cidade ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Ainda faz calor que transpira&lt;br /&gt;Os seus olhos verdes brilham&lt;br /&gt;Quando da cama eles partilham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentem-se presos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo os separam&lt;br /&gt;Têm pena e nem mesmo o ouro&lt;br /&gt;Dá riqueza aos sonhos que amarram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentem arrepios quando se tocam&lt;br /&gt;Quando se afastam choram&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã será um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;E dum sonho ficou a fantasia!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115434996358936372?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115434996358936372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115434996358936372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115434996358936372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115434996358936372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-passou-dum-sonho.html' title='&quot;Não passou dum sonho&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115428503457817452</id><published>2006-07-30T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:47:40.339Z</updated><title type='text'>"Canto sobre um forcado"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16moHEubDI/AAAAAAAAACI/lQskYLeefOg/s1600-h/forcados.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142731032527531058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16moHEubDI/AAAAAAAAACI/lQskYLeefOg/s400/forcados.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sobre um forcado vou cantar&lt;br /&gt;Será que vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;A ver os toiros ele pegar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma paz serena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Chamusca foi p’ra Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Por ser esta a sua terra&lt;br /&gt;Sentir bem é coisa boa&lt;br /&gt;É o que eu desejo e estou certa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá vai ele pegando no seu barrete&lt;br /&gt;Guardando o seu nervoso&lt;br /&gt;Que parece estar presente&lt;br /&gt;E concentrado grita toiro lindo&lt;br /&gt;Anda cá óh meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Aí vem ele, está sentindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um dom para pegar&lt;br /&gt;Deu-lhe Deus sem sacrifício&lt;br /&gt;Também serve para rabejar&lt;br /&gt;São artes do seu ofício&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seguindo o seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Brinda a pega no meio da praça&lt;br /&gt;O povo aplaude com carinho&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai o toiro com a sua raça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá vai ele pegando no seu barrete&lt;br /&gt;Guardando o seu nervoso&lt;br /&gt;Que parece estar presente&lt;br /&gt;E concentrado grita toiro lindo&lt;br /&gt;Anda cá óh meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Aí vem ele, está sentindo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fado é dedicado ao meu querido maninho que me pediu para lhe escrever uma letra! Acho que tem tudo a ver com ele! Espero que gostes! Um grande beijinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115428503457817452?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115428503457817452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115428503457817452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115428503457817452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115428503457817452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/07/canto-sobre-um-forcado.html' title='&quot;Canto sobre um forcado&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16moHEubDI/AAAAAAAAACI/lQskYLeefOg/s72-c/forcados.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115428451430098057</id><published>2006-07-30T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:15:54.717Z</updated><title type='text'>"O fogo queimou a voz"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16sUXEubEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AVNCIf2IlA4/s1600-h/fogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142737290294881346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16sUXEubEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AVNCIf2IlA4/s400/fogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Quem pergunta não tem resposta&lt;br /&gt;Quem responde já mentiu&lt;br /&gt;Noutros tempos, noutras horas&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo o vento de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Estranhamente até sorriu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o fogo queimou a voz&lt;br /&gt;Gritando por ti sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Na rua estamos sós&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo e falando de nós&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo coisas para agradar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o sonho foi se embora&lt;br /&gt;Como um simples pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Esperando pela aurora&lt;br /&gt;Cravando na pedra lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Um inesquecível momento" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai mais um fadinho escrito por mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115428451430098057?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115428451430098057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115428451430098057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115428451430098057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115428451430098057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-fogo-queimou-voz_115428451430098057.html' title='&quot;O fogo queimou a voz&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16sUXEubEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AVNCIf2IlA4/s72-c/fogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115418813642242985</id><published>2006-07-29T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:16:14.059Z</updated><title type='text'>"Um dia na Moita..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6207/3172/1600/Apos%20Moita.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6207/3172/320/Apos%20Moita.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Foi um dia à Moita&lt;br /&gt;E encontrou um forcado&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu que partiu a loiça&lt;br /&gt;Naquele beijo apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de olá disse-lhe olé&lt;br /&gt;Com vergonha disfarçada&lt;br /&gt;E foram logo a pé&lt;br /&gt;E logo ela, aficionada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram ver o sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez, duas ou mais&lt;br /&gt;Depois de estarem a beber&lt;br /&gt;Nas quentes noites dos arraiais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestido com a sua jaqueta&lt;br /&gt;Pisca o olho na trincheira&lt;br /&gt;Soa o toque da corneta&lt;br /&gt;E lá está ela na barreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaude e chora de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Atira rosas ao Aposento&lt;br /&gt;Já está no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;As grandes pegas, este sentimento"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RBR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já posso publicar um fado que eu escrevi e dediquei (salvo seja) ao Grupo do Aposento da Moita;) Um grande beijinho para todos e boas pegas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115418813642242985?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115418813642242985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115418813642242985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115418813642242985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115418813642242985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/07/um-dia-na-moita.html' title='&quot;Um dia na Moita...&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115377175435949164</id><published>2006-07-24T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:16:44.352Z</updated><title type='text'>"Chora chora campino"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16uCnEubFI/AAAAAAAAACY/4a7M1R3qwK8/s1600-h/reiter.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142739184375458898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16uCnEubFI/AAAAAAAAACY/4a7M1R3qwK8/s400/reiter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Na lezíria está a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver a linda paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver os toiros passar&lt;br /&gt;Até parece uma miragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora o campino por seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que partiu sem dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Reza à palavra do Senhor&lt;br /&gt;O amor por ela lembrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a vara e barrete na mão&lt;br /&gt;Chega a casa bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio no seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando-se do seu passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora chora campino&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo há de melhorar&lt;br /&gt;No meio dos toiros e com carinho&lt;br /&gt;Cantando fado e a sangrar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;RBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra de um fado que escrevi hoje! Agora deu me para isto! Fadunchos é o que se quer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115377175435949164?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115377175435949164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115377175435949164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115377175435949164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115377175435949164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/07/chora-chora-campino.html' title='&quot;Chora chora campino&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16uCnEubFI/AAAAAAAAACY/4a7M1R3qwK8/s72-c/reiter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115168140170388620</id><published>2006-06-30T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:39:30.524Z</updated><title type='text'>"Fado é saudade" dedicado a um amigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16u4nEubGI/AAAAAAAAACg/sgWGEmgh4qU/s1600-h/Maos-34.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142740112088394850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16u4nEubGI/AAAAAAAAACg/sgWGEmgh4qU/s400/Maos-34.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"O fado é dor de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Amar, sofrer e ficar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia sem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantar o fado é viver&lt;br /&gt;Nesta vida descontente&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer em dias de mágoa&lt;br /&gt;De um amor que está ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser do fado é ter na vida&lt;br /&gt;Um amor a quem resiste&lt;br /&gt;Canto a saudade do passado&lt;br /&gt;E quero sempre ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o fado e saudade&lt;br /&gt;São os encantos da vida&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, sofrer e amar&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida já perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da vida ficou a dor&lt;br /&gt;Do amor a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Da mágoa o desencanto&lt;br /&gt;E essa palavra saudade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este, é mais um fado que eu ponho no meu blog! É cantado por Xico Sobral e como a letra fala da saudade, dedico a um grande amigo (acho eu que ainda o é). Tenho muitas saudades dele e tenho sentido muita falta dele! Espero que ele perceba quem é e que tudo volte ao normal, o mais depressa possível! Muitos beijinhos para ele!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115168140170388620?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115168140170388620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115168140170388620' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115168140170388620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115168140170388620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/06/fado-saudade-dedicado-um-amigo.html' title='&quot;Fado é saudade&quot; dedicado a um amigo!'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R16u4nEubGI/AAAAAAAAACg/sgWGEmgh4qU/s72-c/Maos-34.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115168029758024970</id><published>2006-06-30T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:50:30.255Z</updated><title type='text'>"Porque teimas nesta dor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Por que teimas nesta dor&lt;br /&gt;Por que não lhe queres dar fim&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes que o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Não morre dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te dou beijos fingidos&lt;br /&gt;Que a boca sabe a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Os teus beijos proibidos&lt;br /&gt;Prende a minha alma à saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ao beijar não sintas&lt;br /&gt;O que a tua boca diz&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor por mais que mintas&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus beijos sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor na tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;Há um silêncio que é nosso&lt;br /&gt;Um travo de coisa pouca&lt;br /&gt;E amar-te mais eu não posso"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um fado que estou a ouvir agora! Foi escrito pelo Tio José Luis Gordo e é muito bonito! Tanto a letra como a própria música! Já estou a ensaiar para na próxima actuação poder cantar! Quem vai ter o prazer de me ouvir??? lol! Vamos ver! Beijinhos a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115168029758024970?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115168029758024970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115168029758024970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115168029758024970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115168029758024970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/06/porque-teimas-nesta-dor.html' title='&quot;Porque teimas nesta dor&quot;'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115037748681068259</id><published>2006-06-15T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:44:22.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Oiço fado num dia de chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oiço fado num dia de chuva, preparo malas para partir! Mas será que ainda volto? Amigos meus esperam que sim, outros esperam me lá! Acho que vou escrever um Fado da Indecisão! Futuramente até pode ser um sucesso! Eu não custumava ser assim! Mas conforme os anos e os dias passam, parece que é mais dificil tomar certas decisões! Devia ser o contrário! O tempo está mau para uma semana de feriados! Coitados daqueles que tiraram férias, alugaram casas em locais de praia e são obrigados a ficarem em casa!&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui jantar fora! Fui a uma pizzaria e apaixonei-me por ela! O espaço, a arquitectura, a decoração, o ambiente! Parecia mesmo que estava em Itália, mas só me apercebi que estava no nosso Portugalinho, quando o empregado começou a falar comigo em brasileiro! O jantar correu lindamente! O meu grupo de amigos, o núcleo duro estava lá todo! Ataques de riso, histórias para contar, objectos não identificados voavam e não sei porquê era sempre eu que levava com eles! Saí-lhes na rifa! Mas tudo bem! O que interessa é a diversão e principalmente rir! Adoro rir e oferecer risos! Estar bem disposta! Para tristezas já nos bastam aquelas que nos aparecem quando menos esperamos!&lt;br /&gt;E com esta me vou! Mais crónicas futuramente irão ser escritas aqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115037748681068259?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115037748681068259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115037748681068259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115037748681068259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115037748681068259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/06/oio-fado-num-dia-de-chuva.html' title='Oiço fado num dia de chuva...'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29710533.post-115030296469916998</id><published>2006-06-14T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:44:52.032Z</updated><title type='text'>Como vai ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6207/3172/1600/21161081RL245994832[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6207/3172/320/21161081RL245994832%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Como vão correr os meus dias apartir de hoje com o início deste blog? É a pergunta que eu me estou a fazer neste momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que vão aparecer histórias reais, de ficção, pensamentos, sonhos, ilusões, piadas, contos populares, fados...? E imagens? Será que vai ter? Pois diz que sim! Vai ter tudo o que se gosta de ler depois de um dia de trabalho em que só apetece ler coisas "lights" para ver se nos anima e nos tira o stress! Espero que nos maus dias vos consiga pôr um sorriso na cara com os meus disparates!&lt;br /&gt;E mais não sei o que escrever...Amanhã ou possivelmente daqui a bocado, ponha mais qualquer coisinha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29710533-115030296469916998?l=amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/feeds/115030296469916998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29710533&amp;postID=115030296469916998' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115030296469916998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29710533/posts/default/115030296469916998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarroossonhosevou.blogspot.com/2006/06/como-vai-ser.html' title='Como vai ser...'/><author><name>Amarro os sonhos e vou...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04624052446455870637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FljnF-T4uTo/R6oml2k7YEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5beN4GGLt8s/S220/RITA+011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
