<?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-1387410855500336613</id><updated>2012-01-13T16:31:26.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSICA E POESIA</title><subtitle type='html'>O amor e suas expressões ... um carinho para alma ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-8083680884139237704</id><published>2010-01-19T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T05:12:37.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda Morena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731748197252&amp;amp;site=widget-84.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-84.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 445px; width: 580px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morena linda,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/S1WfKxxSdvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-hQV3raD9KY/s1600-h/anime_kiss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428419933372577522" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/S1WfKxxSdvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-hQV3raD9KY/s400/anime_kiss.jpg" style="float: right; height: 236px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 313px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;caminha na praia com jeito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verde do mar lhe serve de espelho,&lt;br /&gt;as ondas se esmeram só prá te olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda morena que leva o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;a vastidão desse mar não poderia te ocultar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morena linda, cabelos ao ar&lt;br /&gt;passos na cadência, sigo teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto não se contém no poema faço&lt;br /&gt;quisera eu ter uma gota de seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quiçá este poema não viesse me ocupar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428168806773638242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/S1S6xSSZRGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/azuem-FAo8U/s400/misc317.gif" style="float: right; height: 100px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;perdido estaria morena, dentro do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-8083680884139237704?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/8083680884139237704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/8083680884139237704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/01/linda-morena.html' title='Linda Morena'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/S1WfKxxSdvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-hQV3raD9KY/s72-c/anime_kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-6899256576406569560</id><published>2010-01-06T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:25:53.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marjorie Estiano - Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731747684254&amp;amp;site=widget-9e.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 445px; width: 580px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 18 anos, após concluir o curso técnico de artes cênicas no Colégio Estadual do Paraná, em Curitiba, Marjorie mudou-se para São Paulo, onde cursou a faculdade de Música por dois anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie começou a gravar demos e a apresentá-los em gravadoras, até que a Universal Music aceitou lançar seu CD em 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do DVD “Casa da Bossa” “Wave”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-725598519df0a43f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D725598519df0a43f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331521986%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48482AF4B8D7927AE055D57E365F1EA244780FAD.4DC7A9C3A9FF3FB0A32FFA585A053075460172A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D725598519df0a43f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di85YpMVTdKuzxXNG4VWV6ogcVnI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="580" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D725598519df0a43f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331521986%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48482AF4B8D7927AE055D57E365F1EA244780FAD.4DC7A9C3A9FF3FB0A32FFA585A053075460172A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D725598519df0a43f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di85YpMVTdKuzxXNG4VWV6ogcVnI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-6899256576406569560?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/6899256576406569560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/6899256576406569560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/01/marjorie-estiano-wave.html' title='Marjorie Estiano - Wave'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-5793341214381945690</id><published>2009-12-24T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T05:51:47.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418798616806244946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SzNwocgdQlI/AAAAAAAAAco/KB1X1fWMw7I/s400/Clipboard03.jpg" /&gt;E aconteceu que, estando eles ali, se cumpriram os dias em que ela havia de dar à luz e deu à luz a seu filho primogênito, e envolveu-o em panos, e deitou-o numa manjedoura, porque não havia lugar para eles na estalagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, havia naquela mesma comarca pastores que estavam no campo, e guardavam, durante as vigílias da noite, o seu rebanho e eis que o anjo do Senhor veio sobre eles, e a glória do Senhor os cercou de resplendor, e tiveram grande temor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o anjo lhes disse: Não temais, porque eis aqui vos trago novas de grande alegria, que será para todo o povo: pois, na cidade de Davi, vos nasceu hoje o Salvador, que é Cristo, o Senhor, e isto vos será por sinal: Achareis o menino envolto em panos, e deitado numa manjedoura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo instante, apareceu com o anjo uma multidão dos exércitos celestiais, louvando a Deus, e dizendo: glória a Deus nas alturas, Paz na terra, boa vontade para com os homens, e aconteceu que, ausentando-se deles os anjos para o céu, disseram os pastores uns aos outros: Vamos, pois, até Belém, e vejamos isso que aconteceu, e que o Senhor nos fez saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foram apressadamente, e acharam Maria, e José, e o menino deitado na manjedoura, e vendo-o, divulgaram a palavra que acerca do menino lhes fora dita e todos os que a ouviram se maravilharam do que os pastores lhes diziam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Maria guardava todas estas coisas, conferindo-as em seu coração, e voltaram os pastores, glorificando e louvando a Deus por tudo o que tinham ouvido e visto, como lhes havia sido dito.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando os oito dias foram cumpridos, para circuncidar o menino, foi-lhe dado o nome que pelo anjo lhe que fora posto antes de ser concebido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-5793341214381945690?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/5793341214381945690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/5793341214381945690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SzNwocgdQlI/AAAAAAAAAco/KB1X1fWMw7I/s72-c/Clipboard03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-1689228719987877060</id><published>2009-12-23T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:39:39.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joelma - Imagino</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 580px; HEIGHT: 445px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-41.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731746338625&amp;amp;site=widget-41.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joelma canta desde os 19 anos, quando começou pelos bares de Almeirim, sua cidade natal no Pará. Cantou por seis anos na banda Fazendo Arte, até que decidiu gravar seu primeiro cd solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É conhecida por sua voz suave, maquiagem carregada, botas de saltos altíssimos e pela capacidade de cantar e dançar ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já ganhou inúmeros prêmios por sua atuação como vocalista da banda Calypso e neste ano foi indicada ao Prêmio da Música Brasileira (Antigo prêmio TIM de música).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="600" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe00dcb2263995c4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe00dcb2263995c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331521986%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13C11B949F30F07766A1250F879834793E7C9CF1.E6B7718BDF12B6A29902AE261B408222222DC56%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe00dcb2263995c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGcJo97b12MWOfTFd2i0W0GomZjs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="600" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe00dcb2263995c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331521986%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13C11B949F30F07766A1250F879834793E7C9CF1.E6B7718BDF12B6A29902AE261B408222222DC56%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe00dcb2263995c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGcJo97b12MWOfTFd2i0W0GomZjs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-1689228719987877060?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/1689228719987877060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/1689228719987877060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/joelma-imagino.html' title='Joelma - Imagino'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-5588520997758000418</id><published>2009-12-10T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:37:59.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisagem pelo telefone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SyE6t2aoOxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AWf9XYwxPNU/s1600-h/Clipboard002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SyE6t2aoOxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AWf9XYwxPNU/s640/Clipboard002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não é o sol quem a veste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e tampouco a ilumina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais bem, somente a desveste&lt;br /&gt;de toda sombra ou neblina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixando que livres brilhem&lt;br /&gt;os cristais que dentro tinham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, assim, no telefone&lt;br /&gt;tua voz me parecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como se de manhã&lt;br /&gt;estivesses envolvida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fresca e clara, como se&lt;br /&gt;telefonasses despida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou, se vestida, somente&lt;br /&gt;de roupa de banho, mínima,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que por mínima, pouco&lt;br /&gt;de tua luz própria tira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e até mais, quando falavas&lt;br /&gt;no telefone, eu diria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que estavas&lt;br /&gt;só de teu banho vestida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que é quando tu estás mais clara&lt;br /&gt;pois a água nada embacia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, como o sol sobre a cal&lt;br /&gt;a água clara não te acende:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;libera a luz que já tinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-5588520997758000418?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/5588520997758000418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/5588520997758000418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/paisagem-pelo-telefone_10.html' title='Paisagem pelo telefone'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SyE6t2aoOxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AWf9XYwxPNU/s72-c/Clipboard002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-1583610026087300557</id><published>2009-12-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:31:32.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixe o amor passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Sx_CdIwOLlI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IEEvarwzM-o/s1600-h/4630paixao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Sx_CdIwOLlI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IEEvarwzM-o/s320/4630paixao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento, houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-1583610026087300557?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/1583610026087300557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/1583610026087300557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar.html' title='Não deixe o amor passar'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Sx_CdIwOLlI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IEEvarwzM-o/s72-c/4630paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-9215692573415983545</id><published>2009-12-03T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:48:29.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/musicas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Músicas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/todo-azul-do-mar.html"&gt;Todo azul do mar - 14 Bis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/pitty.html"&gt;Equalize - Na sua estante - Pitty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/luiza-possi-tudo-certo.html"&gt;Este seu olhar - Coração de papel - Luiza Possi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/marina-elali.html"&gt;Eu preciso te esquecer - Marina Elali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/paula-toller-king-of-free-ride.html"&gt;King of the free ride - Paula Toller - Kid Abelha&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/seu-primeiro-nome-sandy-foi-escolhido.html"&gt;As canções que você fez pra mim - Sandy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/joelma-imagino.html"&gt;Imagino - Joelma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/01/marjorie-estiano-wave.html"&gt;Wave - Marjorie Estiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/poesias.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poesias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/01/linda-morena.html"&gt;Linda Morena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal.html"&gt;Natal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/paisagem-pelo-telefone_10.html"&gt;Paisagem pelo telefone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar.html"&gt;Não deixe o amor passar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/posso-te-ouvir.html"&gt;Posso te ouvir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensando-em-voce_28.html"&gt;Pensando en você&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades-nao-vividas.html"&gt;Saudades não vividas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-brisa-na-luz-do-sol-nas-tardes.html"&gt;Meu amor já vem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/falta-algo.html"&gt;Falta algo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/tristeza.html"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/te-encontar.html"&gt;Te encontar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-amor.html"&gt;Meu coração&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-amor.html"&gt;O amor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/prodigo.html"&gt;Pródigo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades.html"&gt;Saudades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/slides.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/noticias.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Notícias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/cidade-maravilhosa.html"&gt;Cidade Maravilhosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/veja.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Veja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/071009/arte-morrer-p-194.shtml"&gt;A arte de morrer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/testes/coracao.shtml"&gt;Você sabe cuidar do seu coração?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/281009/fofinhos-nao-gordos-p-138.shtml"&gt;Os bichos de estimação estão gordos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minhavida.com.br/dieta/Avaliacao/UOL1/index.aspx?link=153&amp;amp;acesso=2&amp;amp;afiliado=46"&gt;Avaliação de peso gratuita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-9215692573415983545?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/9215692573415983545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/9215692573415983545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/menu.html' title='Menu'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-6101261585788886003</id><published>2009-11-05T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:44:42.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy - As canções que você fez pra mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="cy=ok&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731742335532&amp;amp;site=widget-2c.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 445px; width: 580px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu primeiro nome, Sandy, foi escolhido por causa do filme "Grease - Nos Tempos da Brilhantina", com Olivia Newton-John, o qual Sandy adorava enquanto criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sandy Leah Lima, juntamente com seu irmão, Junior, filhos , se apresentaram pela primeira vez em 1989, no programa Som Brasil e, um ano depois, gravaram seu primeiro álbum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Sug2x_h7zQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5TfOsA7uUL0/s320/solitude_by_anjelicek.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 287px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nestes momentos todos penso,&lt;br /&gt;onde estás afinal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inútil procurar-te&lt;br /&gt;resolvi partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde passo estou atento&lt;br /&gt;mirei rostos, olhares, formas, falas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te vi&lt;br /&gt;se tivesse não estaria assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que por algumas pensei mais&lt;br /&gt;nada que fizesse perder a razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus braços a muito estão reservados&lt;br /&gt;meu amor só teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Céu, estrelas, corações apaixonados &lt;img align="right" alt="1816508" border="0" height="301" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SugwMJq2aZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/l2SmUQtYILo/1816508_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; height: 301px; width: 285px;" title="1816508" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a se ter sobre um véu de prata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Olhares reluzentes, singelos, completos&lt;br /&gt;coração batendo igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras para que&lt;br /&gt;tudo se entende por sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Incontida real, meu amor assim te fez&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar, não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só meu amor te atrai&lt;br /&gt;te sinto mais perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mesmo estando no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;te sinto mais perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Sug2x_h7zQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5TfOsA7uUL0/s72-c/solitude_by_anjelicek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-4359015137195421157</id><published>2009-10-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:24:41.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slides</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e57c0f4560bc0faf.skydrive.live.com/play.aspx/Pitty?ref=1"&gt;Pitty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e57c0f4560bc0faf.skydrive.live.com/play.aspx/Luiza%20Possi?ref=1"&gt;Luiza Possi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e57c0f4560bc0faf.skydrive.live.com/play.aspx/Marina%20Elali?ref=1"&gt;Marina Elali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e57c0f4560bc0faf.skydrive.live.com/play.aspx/Paula%20Toller?ref=1"&gt;Paula Toller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-4359015137195421157?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/4359015137195421157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/4359015137195421157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/slides.html' title='Slides'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-906888340642891238</id><published>2009-10-26T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:11:43.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades não vividas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/luizcarlosdesenho.loveblog.com.br/images/gd/1235229178/CHAMAS-DA-PAIXAO.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/luizcarlosdesenho.loveblog.com.br/images/gd/1235229178/CHAMAS-DA-PAIXAO.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tarde nublada, chuva serena&lt;br /&gt;música e cenário para sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou levado a nosso último refúgio&lt;br /&gt;sinto o calor da lareira espalhando cheiro de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretexto mil para corpos juntos e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;nos perdíamos no entrelaçar de braços e pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensação de prazer intenso e infinito&lt;br /&gt;orvalho caindo, respiração apressada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus olhos palavras que não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;na tua boca desfaleço de desejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SuX9Ve0K9LI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4fPbkyVC30Q/s1600-h/paint-your-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SuX9Ve0K9LI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4fPbkyVC30Q/s320/paint-your-love.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus lábios são insaciáveis&lt;br /&gt;tua língua hábil e sutil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absorves minha força e domínio&lt;br /&gt;resistir, impossível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vencido busco abrigo em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;me acolhe em teu seio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestas tardes todas me envias saudades&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que ainda hei de viver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-906888340642891238?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/906888340642891238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/906888340642891238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades-nao-vividas.html' title='Saudades não vividas'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SuX9Ve0K9LI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4fPbkyVC30Q/s72-c/paint-your-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-657884937206314517</id><published>2009-10-26T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:27:13.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/musicas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Músicas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/todo-azul-do-mar.html"&gt;Todo azul do mar - 14 Bis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/pitty.html"&gt;Equalize - Na sua estante - Pitty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/luiza-possi-tudo-certo.html"&gt;Este seu olhar - Coração de papel - Luiza Possi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/marina-elali.html"&gt;Eu preciso te esquecer - Marina Elali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/paula-toller-king-of-free-ride.html"&gt;King of the free ride - Paula Toller - Kid Abelha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/seu-primeiro-nome-sandy-foi-escolhido.html"&gt;Sandy - As canções que você fez pra mim&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/poesias.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poesias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/posso-te-ouvir.html"&gt;Posso te ouvir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensando-em-voce_28.html"&gt;Pensando en você&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades-nao-vividas.html"&gt;Saudades não vividas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-brisa-na-luz-do-sol-nas-tardes.html"&gt;Meu amor já vem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/falta-algo.html"&gt;Falta algo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/tristeza.html"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/te-encontar.html"&gt;Te encontar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-amor.html"&gt;Meu coração&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-amor.html"&gt;O amor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/prodigo.html"&gt;Pródigo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades.html"&gt;Saudades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/slides.html"&gt;Slides&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;p, pre {margin: 0;}input.blogger-ie-hack {position: absolute; left: -9999px;}hr.more {border-width:1px 0 0 0; border-style:dashed; border-color: #666; height: 8px; background:#ddd}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;p, pre {margin: 0;}input.blogger-ie-hack {position: absolute; left: -9999px;}hr.more {border-width:1px 0 0 0; border-style:dashed; border-color: #666; height: 8px; background:#ddd}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e57c0f4560bc0faf.skydrive.live.com/play.aspx/Pitty?ref=1"&gt;Pitty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e57c0f4560bc0faf.skydrive.live.com/play.aspx/Luiza%20Possi?ref=1"&gt;Luiza Possi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e57c0f4560bc0faf.skydrive.live.com/play.aspx/Marina%20Elali?ref=1"&gt;Marina Elali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-e57c0f4560bc0faf.skydrive.live.com/play.aspx/Paula%20Toller?ref=1"&gt;Paula Toller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/noticias.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Notícias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/cidade-maravilhosa.html"&gt;Cidade Maravilhosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/veja.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Veja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/071009/arte-morrer-p-194.shtml"&gt;A arte de morrer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/testes/coracao.shtml"&gt;Você sabe cuidar do seu coração?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/281009/fofinhos-nao-gordos-p-138.shtml"&gt;Os bichos de estimação estão gordos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-657884937206314517?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/657884937206314517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/657884937206314517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/menu_4929.html' title='Menu'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-5081235758914570391</id><published>2009-10-26T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:39:29.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veja</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/071009/arte-morrer-p-194.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;A arte de morrer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/testes/coracao.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Você sabe cuidar do seu coração?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/281009/fofinhos-nao-gordos-p-138.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Os bichos de estimação estão gordos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minhavida.com.br/dieta/avaliacao/seo/index" target="_blank"&gt;Avaliação de peso gratuita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-5081235758914570391?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/5081235758914570391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/5081235758914570391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/veja.html' title='Veja'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-8226511770838817890</id><published>2009-10-26T09:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:01:50.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notícias</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/cidade-maravilhosa.html"&gt;Cidade  Maravilhosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-8226511770838817890?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/8226511770838817890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/8226511770838817890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/noticias.html' title='Notícias'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-2823987545762975804</id><published>2009-10-26T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:46:15.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesias</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/01/linda-morena.html"&gt;Linda Morena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal.html"&gt;Natal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/paisagem-pelo-telefone_10.html"&gt;Paisagem pelo telefone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar.html"&gt;Não deixe o amor passar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/posso-te-ouvir.html"&gt;Posso te ouvir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensando-em-voce_28.html"&gt;Pensando em você&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades-nao-vividas.html"&gt;Saudades não vividas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-brisa-na-luz-do-sol-nas-tardes.html"&gt;Meu amor já vem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/falta-algo.html"&gt;Falta algo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/tristeza.html"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/te-encontar.html"&gt;Te encontar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-amor.html"&gt;Meu coração&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-amor.html"&gt;O amor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/prodigo.html"&gt;Pródigo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades.html"&gt;Saudades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-2823987545762975804?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/2823987545762975804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/2823987545762975804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/poesias.html' title='Poesias'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-6946762897567519557</id><published>2009-10-26T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:45:12.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/todo-azul-do-mar.html"&gt;Todo azul do mar - 14 Bis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/pitty.html"&gt;Equalize - Na sua estante - Pitty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/luiza-possi-tudo-certo.html"&gt;Este seu olhar - Coração de papel - Luiza Possi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/marina-elali.html"&gt;Eu preciso te esquecer - Marina Elali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/paula-toller-king-of-free-ride.html"&gt;King of the free ride - Paula Toller - Kid Abelha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/seu-primeiro-nome-sandy-foi-escolhido.html"&gt;Sandy - As canções que você fez pra mim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/12/joelma-imagino.html"&gt;Joelma - Imagino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2010/01/marjorie-estiano-wave.html"&gt;Wave - Marjorie Estiano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-6946762897567519557?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/6946762897567519557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/6946762897567519557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/musicas.html' title='Músicas'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-946967662688054944</id><published>2009-10-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:17:24.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/St9grRgEd3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/zufd65EgPj0/s1600-h/saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395137175161698162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/St9grRgEd3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/zufd65EgPj0/s320/saudades.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 246px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em minha reclusão aprendo te sentir mais perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vou perdendo a graça de acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ver tudo, nada novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poucos passos, palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ouço, e penso na prova que me foi posta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;devo guardar a fé, mesmo vendo os sonhos tão distos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez seja resignado por não ter onde ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me resta esperar os dias que passam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indiferentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que faço se não há porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em tudo breve ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contínuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu tivesse asas ou balão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voaria tão mais alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chegaria ao eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em dia oportuno chego&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/St9hEaCo4iI/AAAAAAAAASM/mzMipQs6vqo/s1600-h/Saudades____by_xlovesuicidex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395137606950904354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/St9hEaCo4iI/AAAAAAAAASM/mzMipQs6vqo/s320/Saudades____by_xlovesuicidex.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e antes de morrer vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com olhar dos que sonham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não vivo onde tudo são leis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha solidão me leva além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqui não é tão mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sinto tua falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acaricias meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pedes calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;na dor já não vou tão fundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-946967662688054944?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/946967662688054944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/946967662688054944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/St9grRgEd3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/zufd65EgPj0/s72-c/saudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-2103779652225017602</id><published>2009-10-20T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:28:08.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Toller - King of the free ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731745199399&amp;amp;site=widget-27.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-27.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 445px; width: 580px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; width: 580px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No tempo de infância e adolescência, as músicas de Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin entre outros clássicos, predominavam em sua casa, havia também discos de música espanhola e algumas óperas; de popular, Carmem Miranda, Elis Regina e Beatles. Paula completava os estudos com aulas de balé e inglês e tinha intenção de tornar-se professora desse idioma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sua carreira musical começou como vocalista do então chamado Kid Abelha e os Abóboras Selvagens, banda na qual está até hoje, apesar da carreira solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais novo álbum da banda Pega a Vida traz a faixa “King of the free ride” com participação de Donavon Frankenreiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b609598f00dd759" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b609598f00dd759%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331521986%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F52D1964F3DC889F7BA3B6AA25B3FD175CF5EE6.7259030781A0B4CB445CE1BE6DB10125542AB371%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b609598f00dd759%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkacgMRb5vl6yVSDtRH8gxlol7HU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b609598f00dd759%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331521986%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F52D1964F3DC889F7BA3B6AA25B3FD175CF5EE6.7259030781A0B4CB445CE1BE6DB10125542AB371%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b609598f00dd759%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkacgMRb5vl6yVSDtRH8gxlol7HU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-2103779652225017602?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/2103779652225017602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/2103779652225017602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/paula-toller-king-of-free-ride.html' title='Paula Toller - King of the free ride'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-1119184744415388206</id><published>2009-10-16T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:13:30.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Elali - Eu preciso te esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: auto; 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width: 321px; float: right; height: 223px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393297536724670818" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/StjXiOR2mWI/AAAAAAAAARo/6tH61bqzqhE/s320/Clipboard025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ei pai, deixa-me viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pelos mares navegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos portos encontrar amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tira-me daqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde tudo é ínfimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crítico, desanimante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mata-me demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esssas paredes sempre iguais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no mesmo lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo som, mesma luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo tão igual&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/StjXacX1_6I/AAAAAAAAARg/G_yxpjMjFa8/s1600-h/Solidao-Fatima-Irene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393297403068940194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/StjXacX1_6I/AAAAAAAAARg/G_yxpjMjFa8/s320/Solidao-Fatima-Irene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão monótuno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ela me chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me olha, seduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso ir, entristeço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;volto a mesma luz e paredes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pareço triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasceu um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;aqui não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo está igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me caiu a força&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/StjYezHcWgI/AAAAAAAAARw/qua_-Zx3AWY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; float: right; height: 260px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393298577405270530" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/StjYezHcWgI/AAAAAAAAARw/qua_-Zx3AWY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secou-me o vigor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo tão igual, ora pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero partir e ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me banhar na liberdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem parede viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O vento, o cheiro do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixa-me ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixa-me viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se não for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao menos tira-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pra um lugar maior de mais e nova luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1387410855500336613-8025861002115122596?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/8025861002115122596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/8025861002115122596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/prodigo.html' title='Pródigo'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/StjXiOR2mWI/AAAAAAAAARo/6tH61bqzqhE/s72-c/Clipboard025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-631094713736383733</id><published>2009-10-14T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:08:19.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luiza Possi</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed align="middle" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731744834940&amp;amp;site=widget-7c.slide.com" name="flashticker" quality="high" salign="l" scale="noscale" src="http://widget-7c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="height: 455px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389827442990385234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsyDgLwYCFI/AAAAAAAAANI/zV04xgtRhvE/s320/amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainda que eu falasse a língua dos homens e dos anjos &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não tivesse amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seria como metal que soa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como o sino que tine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ainda que tivesse o dom da profecia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e conhecesse todos os mistérios e toda ciência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ainda toda a fé de maneira tal que transportasse os montes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não tivesse amor nada seria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ainda distribuísse todos os meus bens aos pobres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ainda que entregasse meu corpo para ser queimado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não tivesse amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada disso me aproveitaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor é sofredor, é benigno, não é invejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor é paciente e não se ensorbebece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não busca os seus interesses, não se engana, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não se conduz de maneira inconveniente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se alegra com a injustiça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas se alegra com a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo sofre, tudo crê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo espera, tudo suporta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor nunca falha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas havendo línguas cessarão&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Ssx_95tgBmI/AAAAAAAAANA/1hJhUmp1Kbg/s1600-h/misc317.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389823555496052322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Ssx_95tgBmI/AAAAAAAAANA/1hJhUmp1Kbg/s320/misc317.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;havendo ciência desaparecerá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora pois permanecem, a fé, a esperança e o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destes três o maior é o amor&lt;br /&gt;o amor jamais acaba&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/1387410855500336613-6296455195253429321?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/6296455195253429321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/6296455195253429321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsyDgLwYCFI/AAAAAAAAANI/zV04xgtRhvE/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-1789359297094377252</id><published>2009-10-05T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:31:25.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidade Maravilhosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Ssoq1LDX3sI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3dK6gfGAQpU/s1600-h/headernovo-rio2016-en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389166997090590402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Ssoq1LDX3sI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3dK6gfGAQpU/s320/headernovo-rio2016-en.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsodNG8lPcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tFSDS45wzR8/s1600-h/1140831668_9d236512a1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 57px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389152015142436290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsodNG8lPcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tFSDS45wzR8/s320/1140831668_9d236512a1_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Rio de Janeiro conquistou nesta sexta-feira (02/10/09) o direito de organizar os Jogos de Olímpicos de 2016. Com a vitória, o Rio se torna a primeira cidade sul-americana a ser sede de uma Olimpíada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsodsEH4bgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d19IGPg1rdA/s1600-h/1333039-2800-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389152546960469506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsodsEH4bgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d19IGPg1rdA/s320/1333039-2800-ga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A campanha maciça feita pelo presidente do Comitê Olímpico Brasileiro (COB), Carlos Arthur Nuzman, frente aos membros do COI, aliada à influência do ex-presidente da Fifa João Havelange e o corpo a corpo realizado por Pelé fizeram com que o Rio conquistasse os votos decisivos da eleição. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A apresentaçãotambém influenciou no resultado, o discurso do presidente Lula e o projeto do Rio de Janeiro comoveram os membros do Comitê Olímpico Internacional. (veja o video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3bf476376d4fe621" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bf476376d4fe621%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331521986%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5223E28FF4950AA80403FAE2D50B5682BA771A56.77A18AF0EE0023EFADD4CB5E9C232332AE3186FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bf476376d4fe621%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWzSGd1wpKPMj2EaD-nAKwxL5_vM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bf476376d4fe621%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331521986%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5223E28FF4950AA80403FAE2D50B5682BA771A56.77A18AF0EE0023EFADD4CB5E9C232332AE3186FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bf476376d4fe621%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWzSGd1wpKPMj2EaD-nAKwxL5_vM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade maravilhosa cheia de encantos mil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cidade maravilhosa coração do meu Brasil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berço... das lindas canções que vivem n'alma da gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... nossos corações que cantam alegremente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jardim florido de amor e saudade ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que Deus te cubra de felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninho de sonho e de luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(minha homenagem a ti cidade maravilhosa)&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/1387410855500336613-1789359297094377252?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/1789359297094377252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/1789359297094377252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/cidade-maravilhosa.html' title='Cidade Maravilhosa'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/Ssoq1LDX3sI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3dK6gfGAQpU/s72-c/headernovo-rio2016-en.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-4326078316961153026</id><published>2009-10-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:23:18.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Não te conheço bem, nem sei como pensas ou ages&lt;br /&gt;mas algo sei, és linda&lt;br /&gt;Como alvorecer do dia, sol nascendo entre as montanhas é o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como alegre cantar dos passáros, teu falar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que ditas por outros seriam comuns&lt;br /&gt;mas por você soam como a mais bela sinfonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ouvida, pensada ou sonhada&lt;br /&gt;tudo para, tudo cala, tudo ouve&lt;br /&gt;faz-me ouvir tua doce voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a brisa que passa suave, teu andar&lt;br /&gt;não devias andar entre as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;e sim entre as rosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mais belas que a natureza pudesse criar&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo entre as belas rosas serias a mais bela&lt;br /&gt;qual rosa entre espinhos és entre as demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Céu, terra, mar, sol, lua, estrelas&lt;br /&gt;me digam se há neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;algo que se compare a beleza de minha amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi-os falar, não, não há&lt;br /&gt;és sublime, formasa, gentil, amável&lt;br /&gt;como pura seda são teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos encantam&lt;br /&gt;são tão alegres, tão meigos&lt;br /&gt;reluzem, irradiam, iluminam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico todo o tempo te esperando&lt;br /&gt;quando não a vejo&lt;br /&gt;o dia de sol fica tão frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cantar dos passáros monótuno, sem encanto&lt;br /&gt;tudo parece falto, inacabado, imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;sem você me falta o ar, a água, a luz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado posso parar de respirar&lt;br /&gt;a sede não me mata mais&lt;br /&gt;não temo mais a escuridão, tua luz me sustém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você passa, graça divina é&lt;br /&gt;meu ser se renova&lt;br /&gt;em pensar que a mais bela me nota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Se eu soubesse me expressar&lt;br /&gt;encontrar palavras para descrever-te&lt;br /&gt;tarefa difícil para o mais nobre poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usar belas palavras&lt;br /&gt;formar versos lindos&lt;br /&gt;descrever teu brilho fascinante, inigualável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que escreva&lt;br /&gt;vãs palavras são&lt;br /&gt;Nem o mundo em livros descreveria tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Se eu pudesse te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;descobrir teus mistérios&lt;br /&gt;desvendar estes encantos que me atiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É coração, deixastes se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;mas como impedir quando ela sorri&lt;br /&gt;impossível é não se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem aqui estou coração&lt;br /&gt;escrevi tudo que falaste&lt;br /&gt;mas sinto dizer-te impossível é descrever o que sentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem problemas algum&lt;br /&gt;tenho plena certeza de quando ela olhar &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsZm18X_v4I/AAAAAAAAALY/X83IPVlqV3A/s1600-h/misc317.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388107081121251202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsZm18X_v4I/AAAAAAAAALY/X83IPVlqV3A/s320/misc317.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 100px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fundo do meu olhar, entenderá o que sentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saberá como é importante pra nós&lt;br /&gt;e o quanto nos fizeste amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-4326078316961153026?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/4326078316961153026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/4326078316961153026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-amor.html' title='Meu coração'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SsZm18X_v4I/AAAAAAAAALY/X83IPVlqV3A/s72-c/misc317.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-6658728264110713458</id><published>2009-09-11T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T04:59:23.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te encontrar</title><content type='html'>Quando você me veio era como um sonho&lt;br /&gt;um daqueles que te faz acordar sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;achando graça de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi teu olhar, meigo e sincero&lt;br /&gt;meu mundo parou, no tempo fiquei&lt;br /&gt;perdido entre os segundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só havia eu e você, vasculhei teu íntimo&lt;br /&gt;descobri teus sonhos e gritos&lt;br /&gt;tuas cores e brilhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão linda que segurei o tempo&lt;br /&gt;uns duzentos anos, só pra te adimirar&lt;br /&gt;tão claro era teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o tempo correu e você sorriu&lt;br /&gt;meu peito se encheu de vida, minha alma sorriu&lt;br /&gt;seria sonho ou miragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo bem na minha frente&lt;br /&gt;toda em luz e porcelana&lt;br /&gt;vieste do céu pra mudar minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu se abriu, as nuvens brilhavam douradas&lt;br /&gt;uma brisa como um carinho soprou&lt;br /&gt;e aqui estava, bem perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimentei sensação entre a vida e a morte&lt;br /&gt;de tanta alegria minh'alma voou&lt;br /&gt;meu coração parou, sofri delírios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então voltei e ainda estavas a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;como sabendo o que se passava comigo&lt;br /&gt;se virou sorriu e sentou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei piscar, mas meus olhos insistiam em vê-la mais&lt;br /&gt;tentei me mover, mas meu corpo tinha medo de afastar-se&lt;br /&gt;só meu pensamento obedecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz falhou, minhas pernas vacilam&lt;br /&gt;e ela tão perto, sua boca parecia me chamar&lt;br /&gt;o universo vibrava, vá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui, cada passo mais perto&lt;br /&gt;era como andar para o céu&lt;br /&gt;sua luz me envolvia e eu a amava mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela de costas, acho que sabia e sorria&lt;br /&gt;tive conclusão de não só eu havia sondado&lt;br /&gt;ela sabia cada pensamento, cada sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toquei-a no ombro e senti flutuar&lt;br /&gt;ela se virou e ... tudo parou&lt;br /&gt;agora tão perto não te perdia mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomei-a nos braços, em meu abraço, beijei-te,&lt;br /&gt;morri e vivi momento sem igual,&lt;br /&gt;real, infindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queria mais viver, só te ter&lt;br /&gt;seus lábios, seu calor, sua luz&lt;br /&gt;eram meu céu, meu sonho, meu fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfalecia de amor e ela se afastou&lt;br /&gt;voltei a viver, ela sorriu&lt;br /&gt;sem palavras ou sinais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me convidou a viver e morrer&lt;br /&gt;a cada instante mais querer-te do que tudo&lt;br /&gt;viver de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje não sei se morri ou se sonhei&lt;br /&gt;sei que agora vivo de suspiros&lt;br /&gt;ter ao meu lado aquela que tanto esperei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de acordar e te ver, como um sol&lt;br /&gt;nascer na luz do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;no teu sorriso, abracar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber que tudo pode acabar&lt;br /&gt;basta pra mim estar&lt;br /&gt;sempre em teu abraço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-6658728264110713458?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/6658728264110713458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/6658728264110713458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/te-encontar.html' title='Te encontrar'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-3590231079594925633</id><published>2009-09-09T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:19:02.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>Ela me vem como um filho&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo se perdeu e de tão triste&lt;br /&gt;ela vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há escape&lt;br /&gt;e tamanha é a dor&lt;br /&gt;ela vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em momento quase mortal&lt;br /&gt;como se possível livrar-me de aflito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com dores de parto a concebo&lt;br /&gt;desfaleço até poder vê-la chorar&lt;br /&gt;trouxe consigo ais e risos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro por ela, concebida em mágoas&lt;br /&gt;olhos tristes, choram por mim&lt;br /&gt;divide comigo a dor e sofre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraco que sou não suportei só&lt;br /&gt;carrego essa tão nova de fardos&lt;br /&gt;pesada quase não vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revela tristeza, torna tudo triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço isso concebo filhos tristes&lt;br /&gt;mensageiros a outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço a cantar e tudo é só tristeza&lt;br /&gt;seus graves, seus agudos, seus falcetes e dissonantes&lt;br /&gt;tentava me convencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tão triste me fiz mais&lt;br /&gt;tua tristeza me é estranha&lt;br /&gt;companheira, ter alguém em essência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora levo-a a outros&lt;br /&gt;achar alguém tão triste que leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensageiro de tristeza e de tão bem faze-lo&lt;br /&gt;desfaleço e quando pra morte compartilho a outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torno tudo mais triste, carrego tristeza de outros&lt;br /&gt;devolvo&lt;br /&gt;não peso dores, compartilho cruzes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-3590231079594925633?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/3590231079594925633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/3590231079594925633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/tristeza.html' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-546134382210222619</id><published>2009-09-04T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T04:35:31.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta Algo</title><content type='html'>O que meu amor estará fazendo agora&lt;br /&gt;talvez vendo TV ou jogando conversa fora&lt;br /&gt;talvez sozinha como eu, triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem nada não, agora te envio meu coração&lt;br /&gt;faz assim, me envia o teu, e agora creio assim que mesmo tão longe&lt;br /&gt;poderemos sentir que parte desta dor se foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos no peito um novo coração,&lt;br /&gt;não como o de outrora, faltando algo&lt;br /&gt;o que faltava está aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é sonho nem delírio, só uma tristeza, verdade sincera&lt;br /&gt;o dia sempre chega pra quem espera&lt;br /&gt;ter no peito a outra parte, única parte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-546134382210222619?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/546134382210222619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/546134382210222619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/falta-algo.html' title='Falta Algo'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOyW8NlnqHk/SqZCif-M1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xUfrjtU-REg/S220/DSCF0565.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387410855500336613.post-2856611166414585730</id><published>2009-09-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:44:48.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amor já vem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na brisa, na luz do Sol&lt;br /&gt;nas tardes claras e frescas com cheiro de terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu azul, com nuvens de figuras e pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Na beira da praia de areia quente e mar sereno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite de ceú transparente e estrelas brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;Na doce melodia da canção romântica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos saudosos momentos de minha infãncia&lt;br /&gt;no brilhar dos olhos sinceros e meigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No beijo intenso e amável,&lt;br /&gt;no toque carinhoso e protetor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor já vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1387410855500336613-2856611166414585730?l=musicaepoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/2856611166414585730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1387410855500336613/posts/default/2856611166414585730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicaepoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/na-brisa-na-luz-do-sol-nas-tardes.html' title='Meu amor já vem'/><author><name>Marcos Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16734663432414091720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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