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De facto, ao estacionar a frota completa à frente  da baliza, lá conseguiu bater o Barça, e como se não bastasse, com golo  do intragável Cristiano Ronaldo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tudo correu de feição à  equipa de Mou: os jogadores correram até à exaustão. O Pepe esteve em  todo o lado, passou mais tempo no chão do que de pé, lhe faltando  somente comer a relva. O Ricardo Carvalho estava com a faca afiada,  cortando tudo que lhe aparecia pela frente ou pelas costas. Até o  Cristiano Ronaldo sujou o uniforme! Enfim, foi uma autêntica empreitada  da Equipa Merengue, premiada no  final com a vitória.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do  outro lado, noite de pouca inspiração. A Equipa catalã não conseguiu  impôr a sua supremacia, tendo aliás pertencido ao Real as melhores  ocasiões do encontro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta vitória do Real veio trazer  mais ingredientes para o tira-teimas final: a Champions League. Enquanto  Quarta Feira não chegar, esta amarga derrota vai estar atravessada na  garganta, pois não dá para engolir a seco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parabéns ao Mais Fraco por ter vencido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-252563164260720334?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/AE9cNQh4OLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/252563164260720334/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=252563164260720334&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/252563164260720334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/252563164260720334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/AE9cNQh4OLU/deu-certo.html" title="Deu Certo!" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2011/04/deu-certo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCSXY4eCp7ImA9WhZQE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-2741455224797366410</id><published>2011-04-21T10:57:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:57:48.830-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T10:57:48.830-01:00</app:edited><title>Afinal, Mudámos o Destino!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na noite de ontem,  preteri o jogo da 2ª Mão da Taça de Portugal em favor do da Final da  Taça do Rei de Espanha.Aliás, para ser franco, à partida, estava já  preparado para aceitar o fatal destino de deixar a competição, em face  dos 2 a 0 da primeira mão. Mais ainda, quando ao intervalo ainda  permanecia o nulo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só com os berros arrancados por  Moutinho  é que comecei a acreditar no jogo e a ter interesse em, nas  pausas do jogo de Mestalla, dar uma espreitadela ao que se estava a  passar na Luz. Bem, quando o Hulk igualou a eliminatória, aí sim, as  coisas mudaram de figura. Então quando Falcao teve a felicidade de  marcar o terceiro, uma das casas da vizinhança quase veio abaixo, tanta a  felicidade dos meus amigos portistas menos contidos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O  desmancha prazeres do Sapunaru injetou ainda alguma adrenalina para a  parte final do encontro ao presentear o Benfica com uma grande  penalidade. No final, foi a extâse entre os Portistas. Do lado  benfiquista, parecia que se estava no Polo Ártico: tudo gelado. Havia  gente em estado de choque que mal conseguia falar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como é  da praxe, vieram as já costumeiras justificações : fora de jogo não  assinalado, compra de árbitros, corrupção, Pinto da Costa, etc, etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ganhar  é sempre, mas é muito mais gostoso quando se trata do Benfica e, ainda  por cima, em Pleno Estádio da (falta) Luz. Ai Jesus...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-2741455224797366410?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/LZg_efVhkSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/2741455224797366410/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=2741455224797366410&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/2741455224797366410?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/2741455224797366410?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/LZg_efVhkSo/afinal-mudamos-o-destino.html" title="Afinal, Mudámos o Destino!" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2011/04/afinal-mudamos-o-destino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUBRHgycCp7ImA9WxNQF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-7246106209411551384</id><published>2009-09-23T09:20:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:10:55.698-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-23T10:10:55.698-01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ol" /><title>Questões de Mentalidade</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apoio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Volta e meia, vê-se pela TCV, eventos culturais realizados pela iniciativa própria de grupo de jovens, em que o promotor do evento costuma dizer mais ou menos o seguinte: "Nu konsigi fazi atividadi, apezar di nu ka tem tidu APOIU di alguns instituisons".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em primeiro lugar, a actividade foi realizada, o que deveria ser motivo de orgulhoso dessas pessoas, pois mostra que são capazes de fazer, mesmo sem a participação das autoridades. Em segundo, eu penso que as instituições não têm a obrigação de se meterem em tudo, pois é preciso que as pessoas cultivem o espírito de iniciativa e desenvolvam a cultura do risco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Trabadju ka tem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há tempos, no Concelho de São Miguel (Ilha de Santiago), encontrei-me com um jovem que acabara de terminar um curso de formação profissional em electricidade e que me perguntou se eu lhe podia indicar um lugar onde ele podia solicitar trabalho na Praia, pois na sua comunidade não há trabalho. Eu lhe respondi com um pergunta: "Dja bu txiga di pensa na kria bu propi trabadju?" Ele quase que teve um susto, só de pensar nessa possibilidade: "Náá, Kredu! Kel la gó nau. N ka tem coraji."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-7246106209411551384?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/sbnAULouxqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/7246106209411551384/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=7246106209411551384&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/7246106209411551384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/7246106209411551384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/sbnAULouxqU/questoes-de-mentalidade.html" title="Questões de Mentalidade" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/09/questoes-de-mentalidade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGQHk9eyp7ImA9WxNSGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-8783400440029129365</id><published>2009-09-01T15:02:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:23:41.763-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-01T15:23:41.763-01:00</app:edited><title>Emoção ao Piano_ Keith Jarrett</title><content type="html">Não podia de partilhar  esta emocionante interpretação a solo, pelo jazzman pianista Keith Jarrett, da clássica canção de &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span id="scRecsenwikipediaorgwikiI_Loves_You_Porgy"&gt;George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin &amp;amp; DuBose Heyward :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I Loves you Porgy". &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3D8Ri84hmw"&gt;(Clique aqui para deleitar-se)&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-8783400440029129365?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/mvxKQv6KRIs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/8783400440029129365/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=8783400440029129365&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8783400440029129365?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8783400440029129365?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/mvxKQv6KRIs/emocao-ao-piano-keith-jarrett.html" title="Emoção ao Piano_ Keith Jarrett" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/09/emocao-ao-piano-keith-jarrett.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAQH09fyp7ImA9WxNSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-4350183854297916725</id><published>2009-08-26T09:10:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:45:41.367-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-26T09:45:41.367-01:00</app:edited><title>A Chuva e os Citadinos Clandestinos</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando fiz a música "Djaroz", que tem a ver com a alegria que a chuva representa para nós, só referi-me a dos lados da questão: o da festa, da alegria. Desta vez, procurei tratar os dois lados através da música "Sitadinu Klandistinu", em que  abordo da opinião que as gentes que moram clandestinamente em algumas encostas da Praia têm da chuva.
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&lt;br /&gt;Esta música é fruto de uma reflexão minha em torno de temas urbanos (rurbanos ou suburbanos, como já tive ocasião de abordar algures neste blog). A Praia está prenhe de temas para canções e que nós ainda não explorámos. Eu creio que os ritmos de Santiago precisam desprender-se das amarras paradigmáticas de "busca da raíz", como se fosse difícil encontrá-la, para abordar o como as coisas mudaram; como a Praia se arquipelaguizou, tornando-se uma mescla, mesmo que pluriforme de gentes, hábitos, ritos, mas sobretudo de realidades.
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&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem. &lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/c19f6cb0-f2ce-4bae-99ff-8be76e4bf5e1/Sitadinu-klandistinu"&gt;(CLIQUE PARA ESCUTAR ) &lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ami N ka kre pa txuba bem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;N ka kre pa txuba ben&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ê ki nha káza ê na ladera&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Di un zona klandistinu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Pundi katrapilha ka ta txiga&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ami N ka kre pa txuba ben&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;N ka kre pa txuba ben&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Mi N ka konxi simentera&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Mi ê um póbri sitadinu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ki ka sâbi fâzi spiga&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ami N ka kre pa txuba ben&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;N ka kre pa txuba ben&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ki ê pa N sta sem era nem bera&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ami ku nhas mininu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ku tormenta ku fadiga&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ami N ka kre pa txuba ben&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;N ka kre pa txuba bem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Bu podi atxa até m’ê asnera&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ou nton ma dja N perdi tinu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Má es txuba nem sempri e amiga&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Mas mi N kre pa txuba bem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ami N kre pa txuba bem, ye ye ye ye &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Pa ê kai bedju, mas la pa fora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ki ê pa nha povu bá pa monda&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ku serteza na fartura, ya , ya&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Mas mi N kre pa txuba bem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ami N kre pa txuba bem, ye ye ye ye &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ki ê pa tudu kes ki ta pastora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Pa odja limarias ta ingorda&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Y pa festa santu ser di sabura&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-4350183854297916725?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/DpuoVhiMtW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/4350183854297916725/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=4350183854297916725&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/4350183854297916725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/4350183854297916725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/DpuoVhiMtW8/chuva-e-os-citadinos-clandestinos.html" title="A Chuva e os Citadinos Clandestinos" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuva-e-os-citadinos-clandestinos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENQng_fSp7ImA9WxNTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-8331532775357713372</id><published>2009-08-15T19:19:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:38:13.645-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-15T19:38:13.645-01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexões" /><title>Brasil: Diversidade Cultural através do Hino Nacional</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recentemente, estive no Brasil, mais concretamente em Natal (Rio Grande do Norte), tive a oportunidade, enquanto membro de uma delegação cabo-verdiana, de assistir ao encerramento de uma oficina de empreendedorismo do SEBRAE (Serviço Brasileiro de Apoio a micro e pequenas empresas). O derradeiro acto foi a passagem de um vídeo interessantíssimo feito por esta instituição, no qual o Hino Nacional do Brasil é interpretado, expressando a  diversidade cultural do país. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_qcSl-z8OM"&gt;VALE A PENA VER AQUI.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-8331532775357713372?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/G5N8WoqJn9o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/8331532775357713372/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=8331532775357713372&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8331532775357713372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8331532775357713372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/G5N8WoqJn9o/brasil-diversidade-cultural-atraves-do.html" title="Brasil: Diversidade Cultural através do Hino Nacional" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/08/brasil-diversidade-cultural-atraves-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMQXo4eSp7ImA9WxNTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-8879774405215639505</id><published>2009-08-15T19:03:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:16:20.431-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-15T19:16:20.431-01:00</app:edited><title>Memória de Elefante</title><content type="html">A norte-americana Jill Price, a mulher que não consegue esquecer, lembra de tudo o que aconteceu em cada dia da sua vida desde os 14 anos. É basta lhe dar uma data e em segundos ela dá uma resposta. Pesquisadores já confirmaram a particularidade desta mulher. &lt;a href="http://super.abril.com.br/cotidiano/mulher-nao-consegue-esquecer-447640.shtml"&gt;Veja mais aqui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-8879774405215639505?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/fHGK0DNNMMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/8879774405215639505/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=8879774405215639505&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8879774405215639505?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8879774405215639505?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/fHGK0DNNMMA/memoria-de-elefante.html" title="Memória de Elefante" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/08/memoria-de-elefante.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMSXwzfCp7ImA9WxJaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-3624000986058103442</id><published>2009-08-10T13:13:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:43:08.284-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T13:43:08.284-01:00</app:edited><title>Música Minha em Compasso Alternativo (14/8)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje vou postar sobre uma música feita num compasso não muito usual na nossa música: o 14/8 ou, mais específicamente, o (8+6)/8. A ideia é explorar novas caminhos de composição e alargar o leque de possibilidades de criação de canções. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um tema chamado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Komunikador&lt;/span&gt;, dedicado a um grande amigo meu, Júlio Rodrigues  (Djulai ) (Jornalista da TCV), que, para quem não sabe, foi um coadjuvante muito importante no início de carreira do Tcheka, sendo co-autor do conhecidíssimo tema "Tabanka Asi Gó"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/92733f6c-75d8-427e-87b2-5b3b727aaa09/komunikador"&gt;clique para escutar&lt;/a&gt; e diga o que pensa deste ritmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-3624000986058103442?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/gxiHexE-skQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/3624000986058103442/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=3624000986058103442&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/3624000986058103442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/3624000986058103442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/gxiHexE-skQ/musica-minha-em-compasso-alternativo.html" title="Música Minha em Compasso Alternativo (14/8)" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/08/musica-minha-em-compasso-alternativo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUARXYzeSp7ImA9WxJaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-3158366866828064165</id><published>2009-08-07T15:33:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:40:44.881-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T15:40:44.881-01:00</app:edited><title>Apanha de Inertes</title><content type="html">&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uma em cada três pessoas que praticam a actividade      não tem menor noção do que é impacto ambiental&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uma em cada 5 pessoas que se dedicam a esta actividade      é uma criança! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;há gente a fazer formação superior que pratica esta      actividade, ou seja, jovens que, após as aulas, vão ajudar os outros      membros da família a apanhar inertes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-3158366866828064165?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/GXfmYDc-sOE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/3158366866828064165/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=3158366866828064165&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/3158366866828064165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/3158366866828064165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/GXfmYDc-sOE/apanha-de-inertes.html" title="Apanha de Inertes" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/08/apanha-de-inertes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMR307fyp7ImA9WxJaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-7590254821914705767</id><published>2009-08-07T15:29:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:33:06.307-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-07T15:33:06.307-01:00</app:edited><title>Lá se foi Mais um dos Bons</title><content type="html">Já não temos mais o grande animador mindelense. &lt;a href="http://sondisantiagu.blogspot.com/2009/08/denunica-publica.html"&gt;E o Djinho é que tem razão!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-7590254821914705767?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/wbjeYlnYmuA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/7590254821914705767/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=7590254821914705767&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/7590254821914705767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/7590254821914705767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/wbjeYlnYmuA/la-se-foi-mais-um-dos-bons.html" title="Lá se foi Mais um dos Bons" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-se-foi-mais-um-dos-bons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYBQXk8fyp7ImA9WxJaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-6837123588410881402</id><published>2009-08-04T14:53:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:09:10.777-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T15:09:10.777-01:00</app:edited><title>50 Jeitos Brasileiros de Mudar o Mundo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnhcerjCQaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RxJPTEQURQE/s1600-h/br-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnhcerjCQaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RxJPTEQURQE/s400/br-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366140638167450018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Veja neste documento, lançado em 2007, 50 iniciativas de sucesso para o alcance dos ODM no Brasil. É o famoso "jeitinho" brasileiro ao serviço do Desenvolvimento.&lt;br /&gt;Há no livro muita coisa que poderia servir-nos de inspiração... &lt;a href="http://www.oei.es/oeivirt/50jeitos.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Acesse o Documento aqui) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-6837123588410881402?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/p30MR7O-7yM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/6837123588410881402/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=6837123588410881402&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/6837123588410881402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/6837123588410881402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/p30MR7O-7yM/50-jeitos-brasileiros-de-mudar-o-mundo.html" title="50 Jeitos Brasileiros de Mudar o Mundo" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnhcerjCQaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RxJPTEQURQE/s72-c/br-1.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/08/50-jeitos-brasileiros-de-mudar-o-mundo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAFSXc8eip7ImA9WxJaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-5161946981608421033</id><published>2009-08-01T17:04:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:18:38.972-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-01T17:18:38.972-01:00</app:edited><title>Música sobre Cabo Verde para Ventoínhas e Tambarinas</title><content type="html">Oi pessoal,
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ao ouvir, no início desta semana, as já costumeiras,intermináveis e inconclusivas discussões no Parlamento sobre os méritos/deméritos dos nossos sucessos/fracassos, achei que seria interessante postar sobre uma música minha chamada "Serteza", que tenta retratar, da forma mais imparcial possível, o nosso percurso como Nação desde a independência.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Speransa dja bira serteza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Nes txom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Kondenado nas primeras horas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lembrança di um tempo em ki morabeza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;y&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Djunta môn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Skrebi um grandi pagina na nos stória.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Braços labanta scolas ku hospital,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Stradas y pistas tambê,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pa inaugura um novu kaminhada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Avanços ki ê prova final&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ma oras ki um povu dja krê&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ê ta konstrui a partir di poku ou nada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ku tempo nu muda tripulason,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Novos ideias y dizafius,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Má xintidu kontinua kel mé.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Nu torna izemplu pa um monti nason&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ki ,duranti anos a fio,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tem stado ta rema contra maré&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Dja nu anda es mundu intêru&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ku nós dôs pés discalsus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="FR"&gt;Ke pa nu mostra tradison&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="FR"&gt;Des povu di vontadi ferro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ki, sem medo di precalsus,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Labanta si naçon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ê certo ki inda tem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;txeu txom ke pa nu anda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;ke pa resolvi txeus problemas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;mas ka parcem ma tem ninguém&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;ki, ku tudu es caminhada,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;tem razon na fla ma ka bali pena&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;cores e vozes di mundo intero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;sta na nós sala di estar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;saboris di tudu vivero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;sta na nos sala di estar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;nu tem pássaros ta bai ta bem,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;nu t’ánda pa riba di mar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;y tudu es orgulho ki hoji nu tem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;ta mora na kada olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 
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&lt;br /&gt;Esta música retrata um aspecto do nosso quotidiano , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nha bedja fitisera&lt;/span&gt;. Neste caso em particular, trata-se de uma jovem grávida que, ao saber que a sua vizinha tinha "comido" uma criança da vizinhança, e ao confirmar que ela era realmente bruxa, tratou imediatamente de se precaver dos prováveis ataques ao seu filho.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Lingua preto, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Rabo kumpridu ki ta cendi &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Konchedu tambe pa boka fédi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ta bira gatu pretu di madrugada &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Fladu fla&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;M’ê kumi Pedrinho di Nha Amélia &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ê pôl ku korpu só kocerinha &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ê n-gabal kabelu ti npintxu sai &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ontonti ê pidi-m águ&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;n-da’l y n-borka’l kaneka &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;ê fika ta tuntunhi &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;ê kaba pa pidi pa n-dexa’l bai &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Nha fidju ê ka ta kumi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Nha fidju ê ka ta nguli &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Dja n-toma pruvidência,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;n-ka ta nsoda nau&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;fumador d’arruda tres bes pa simana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;adju prindadu tras di porta &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;baboza na lata la kintal &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;sal spadjadu riba kaza &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;n-deta k’ól seti dia kantu k’ê nasci&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;n-pol guarda marradu na cintura &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;n-ta salta’l tres bes di vez em kuandu &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;n-po’l ta prendi fazi fisga kanhota &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-3456475250708982245?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/eiGEyHvCiPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/3456475250708982245/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=3456475250708982245&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/3456475250708982245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/3456475250708982245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/eiGEyHvCiPo/musica-minha-fisga-kanhota.html" title="Música Minha: &quot;Fisga Kanhota&quot;" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/07/musica-minha-fisga-kanhota.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUDQn87eCp7ImA9WxJbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-1403727077773072968</id><published>2009-07-25T20:02:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:11:13.100-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-25T20:11:13.100-01:00</app:edited><title>Imagem: Seca e Êxodo</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/Smt0MgSiqfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFnHIlaKpAM/s1600-h/IMG_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362507539489663474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/Smt0MgSiqfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFnHIlaKpAM/s400/IMG_0675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um produto da combinação Seca &amp;amp; Exodo  Rural &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (Jalunga - Ilha de São Nicolau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-1403727077773072968?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/O_2wX4HtTJE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/1403727077773072968/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=1403727077773072968&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/1403727077773072968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/1403727077773072968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/O_2wX4HtTJE/imagem-seca-e-exodo.html" title="Imagem: Seca e Êxodo" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/Smt0MgSiqfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TFnHIlaKpAM/s72-c/IMG_0675.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/07/imagem-seca-e-exodo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMAQXw5cSp7ImA9WxJbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-8975671041462577225</id><published>2009-07-24T16:41:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:00:40.229-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-24T17:00:40.229-01:00</app:edited><title>Storia Storia...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/Smn1pnUsNcI/AAAAAAAAAME/5sfbaRp8iaE/s1600-h/ee6da0f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362086926640494018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/Smn1pnUsNcI/AAAAAAAAAME/5sfbaRp8iaE/s320/ee6da0f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho imensa satisfação de fazer parte desta estória. O Txapu na Bandera (faixa nº 2 do Álbum) tem uma estória. Quando fiz esta canção, eu estava atormentado por uma dúvida de ter ou não SIDA, pois eu tinha perdido peso, tinha os cabelos bem leves na cabeça, entre outros sintomas de problemas imunológicos. Tal era crítica a minha situação que, tempos depois, o médico mandou-me fazer o exame de HIV somente para confirmação. Contrariando essa expectativa, e para meu alívio (imagine-se como!), os testes deram negativo, pois tratava-se de outra doença (Anemia Megaloblástica), que me fez esquentar os colchões da "Santa Isabel" (Hospital Dr Agostinho Neto) durante dois meses, em 2004. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A música Txapu na Bandera baseia-se no lema "Viver e Deixar Viver" e convida cada um a estar atento a esta "coisa ruim" (HIV), solta no mundo, pronta a arrebatar a maior bandeira que cada cada qual tem: a vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-8975671041462577225?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/A22JButCzNQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/8975671041462577225/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=8975671041462577225&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8975671041462577225?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8975671041462577225?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/A22JButCzNQ/storia-storia.html" title="Storia Storia..." /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/Smn1pnUsNcI/AAAAAAAAAME/5sfbaRp8iaE/s72-c/ee6da0f1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/07/storia-storia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HQHk-fSp7ImA9WxJbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-5469936448840625876</id><published>2009-07-23T14:39:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:00:31.755-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-23T15:00:31.755-01:00</app:edited><title>Encontro com o Sr Luis Romano</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SmiIoGbm79I/AAAAAAAAAL8/NKlz4M4TYr8/s1600-h/livro+luis+romano+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SmiIoGbm79I/AAAAAAAAAL8/NKlz4M4TYr8/s320/livro+luis+romano+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361685578887131090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um grande presente de aniversário! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tive o enorme prazer de Conhecer, no passado dia 10 de Julho, dia do meu aniversário, em carne, osso e vitalidade, o Sr Luis Romano, um ou dois dias após o anúncio equivocado da sua morte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu e uma Delegação cabo-verdiana em Missão no Rio Grande do Norte fomos à casa dele na cidade de Natal. Todos ficámos espantados com este senhor de 87 anos,cuja aparência física debilitada contrasta em absoluto com a vivacidade e a lucidez da alma. Mandou vir grogue e, contrariando recomendações médicas, não resistiu em deixar-se levar à sua terra Natal (Santo Antão) pelo gosto da cana misturada com ervas, uma receita que recusou-se a partilhar conosco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No final, entre tantas conversas, risadas e recordações, ofereceu a cada membro da equipa o seu ultimo livro, uma homenagem ao Poeta António Januário Leite (foto acima) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Muita saúde, Luis Romano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-5469936448840625876?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/e5gHY0JozMw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/5469936448840625876/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=5469936448840625876&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/5469936448840625876?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/5469936448840625876?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/e5gHY0JozMw/encontro-com-o-sr-luis-romano.html" title="Encontro com o Sr Luis Romano" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SmiIoGbm79I/AAAAAAAAAL8/NKlz4M4TYr8/s72-c/livro+luis+romano+003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/07/encontro-com-o-sr-luis-romano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GQnY4eyp7ImA9WxJbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-1905176504345590868</id><published>2009-07-23T13:49:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:10:23.833-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-23T14:10:23.833-01:00</app:edited><title>Djaroz de volta...</title><content type="html">Pois é, resolvi voltar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem espero que seja por um bom período. Nesta minha volta vou tentar partilhar as impressões do País Real,ou seja, cantos e recantos da nossa terra que não costumam ter espaço na mídia. Evidentemente, a música não poderá ficar de fora, bem como a política, as novas tecnologias, etc,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, as minhas músicas não estão disponíveis por problemas meramente técnicos, mas prometo que, em breve, algumas serão colocadas para livre acesso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma sensação gostosa poder voltar à blogosfera nacional...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-1905176504345590868?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/jB-0YXD-st0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/1905176504345590868/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=1905176504345590868&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/1905176504345590868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/1905176504345590868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/jB-0YXD-st0/djaroz-de-volta.html" title="Djaroz de volta..." /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2009/07/djaroz-de-volta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CQngzeyp7ImA9WxRSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-5641379417255832326</id><published>2008-09-21T02:17:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:31:03.683-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-21T02:31:03.683-01:00</app:edited><title>Bom Som no Quintal</title><content type="html">Após um bom tempo sem passar pelo Quintal da Música, foi com um prazer enorme que pude assistir ontem à actuação do Zé Rui, bem coadjuvado por Djim Djob, Kalu Monteiro e To Alves. E Como se não bastasse, ainda subiram ao Palco oKim Alves e a Guty Duarte. O show foi marcado por um clima envolvente, em que artistas e público mantiveram, o tempo todo, uma cumplicidade escandalosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom saber que, na nossa Capital, contrariando alguns vaticínios, a execução musical live de qualidade ainda está presente!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-5641379417255832326?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/78GGEaOSrsg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/5641379417255832326/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=5641379417255832326&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/5641379417255832326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/5641379417255832326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/78GGEaOSrsg/bom-som-no-quintal.html" title="Bom Som no Quintal" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2008/09/bom-som-no-quintal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ESH8zfip7ImA9WxRSGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-2867373804937094380</id><published>2008-09-21T01:56:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:13:29.186-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-21T02:13:29.186-01:00</app:edited><title>Malandragem</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O crioulo não pára de inventar manobras para sobreviver. Há coisa de dez dias, uma sexta feira por sinal,  um jovem ardina vendia o Jornal A Semana, quando se sabe que o Jornal tem estado de férias ultimamente. Muitos desavisados e distraídos compraram gato por lebre, ou seja, jornais que já saíram há mais de mês e meio. O jovem, que estrategicamente só vendia para quem passava de carro, tomava o cuidado de dobrar o Jornal na hora de entregá-lo ao comprador. O interessante é que, quando flagrado, não hesitava em devolver o dinheiro ao comprador, e sem dar um pio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-2867373804937094380?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/WPG2Gv_PP8E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/2867373804937094380/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=2867373804937094380&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/2867373804937094380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/2867373804937094380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/WPG2Gv_PP8E/malandragem.html" title="Malandragem" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2008/09/malandragem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNR349eCp7ImA9WxRSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-6088170422842580215</id><published>2008-09-19T08:54:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:16:36.060-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-19T09:16:36.060-01:00</app:edited><title>Luso-Cabo- Descendentes: Falta Coerência</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A propósito do &lt;a href="http://bianda.blogspot.com/2008/09/raio-de-histria-de-luso-cabo.html"&gt;Post Agastado do Cesar Schofield sobre os Luso-cabo-descendentes&lt;/a&gt;, eu penso que o erro está dos dois lados, do nosso e do deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se trata de situações desagradáveis, tanto um lado quanto o outro procura distanciar,-se, ou seja, numa situação em que há, por exemplo, algum crime envolvendo um português de origem cabo-verdiana, do lado português procura-se realçar a descendência e, do nosso lado, há quase que uma revolta por causa da enfase na ligação do delinquente ao nosso país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando se trata de coisas boas , tanto um como outro fazem questão de reinvindicar a nacionalidade dos bons feitos. Por exemplo, quando um atleta português de origem cabo-verdiana ganha uma medalha nos Jogos Olímpicos, como é o caso do Nelson Evora,  a descendência costuma ser esquecida pelos Mass Media da Terra de Camões, e há quase que uma revolta em Cabo Verde, mas por causa da não referência a essa ligação a Cabo Verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, tanto um lado quanto o outro devem ser coerentes na sua forma de abordar essa questão de nacionalidade e descendência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-6088170422842580215?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/fLk2Ib8-SDo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/6088170422842580215/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=6088170422842580215&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/6088170422842580215?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/6088170422842580215?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/fLk2Ib8-SDo/luso-cabo-descendentes-falta-coerncia.html" title="Luso-Cabo- Descendentes: Falta Coerência" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2008/09/luso-cabo-descendentes-falta-coerncia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMARX06eSp7ImA9WxdaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-4595751015635449306</id><published>2008-08-19T12:33:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:44:04.311-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-19T12:44:04.311-01:00</app:edited><title>Caminhamos para a “Música Popular Cabo-Verdiana” (MPC) ?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;É cada vez mais difícil enquadrar as músicas feitas pelos cabo-verdianos nos diferentes géneros e estilos nacionais, muito por culpa da liberdade criativa que se tem traduzido em fusões de vária ordem. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;E por que não, por exemplo, passar a chamar essa nova tendência de MPC (Música Popular Cabo-verdiana)?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Isto evitaria aquela longa dissertação de que a música do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tcheka&lt;/span&gt;, do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vadú&lt;/span&gt; ou do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princezito, &lt;/span&gt;e de tantos outros&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;tem elementos do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batuku, da tabanka, do talulu, do finaçon ou do funaná&lt;/span&gt; com influências de blá blá blá… para no final alguém discordar e dizer: “não, na verdade, essas canções não são nada disso, pois são baseadas nos ritmos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mandinga &lt;/span&gt;com influência do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jazz, do blues, da bossa nova&lt;/span&gt;, blá, blá, blá…” . O &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refilon &lt;/i&gt;teria também o seu enquadramento facilitado enquanto grupo criador de géneros e estilos nacionais. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A ideia do MPC é claramente inspirada no MPB (Música Popular Brasileira), um género composto por uma plêiade de estilos e propostas musico-sócio-culturais daquele povo. Mas assim como aconteceu no Brasil numa dada altura, poder-se-á  colocar a questão se  a morna, a coladeira, o funaná e os demais géneros nacionais não terão também a legitimidade de serem MPC. A ideia é de uma Música Popular Cabo-verdiana (MPC), mas &lt;i style=""&gt;stricto sensu&lt;/i&gt;, que diga respeito a essa nova proposta de &lt;i style=""&gt;música aberta ao mundo&lt;/i&gt;, mas que preserva elementos de identidade sócio-cultural dos cabo-verdianos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Fico à espera de reacções. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-4595751015635449306?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/AoeIqKH4-f8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/4595751015635449306/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=4595751015635449306&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/4595751015635449306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/4595751015635449306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/AoeIqKH4-f8/caminhamos-para-msica-popular-cabo.html" title="Caminhamos para a “Música Popular Cabo-Verdiana” (MPC) ?" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2008/08/caminhamos-para-msica-popular-cabo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHSXk8eCp7ImA9WxdbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-433527128912495152</id><published>2008-08-06T08:36:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:42:18.770-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T08:42:18.770-01:00</app:edited><title>Testemunhos Diários do Frenesi Chinês</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Com os Jogos Olímpicos à porta, nada melhor do que acompanhar o frenesi diário que se vive na China, nestes últimos tempos, com duas propostas brasileiras: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/claudia/"&gt;http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/claudia/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/claudia/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- da Cláudia Trevisan, correspondente em Pequim do Grupo Estado (proprietário do Jornal &lt;a href="http://www.estadao.com.br"&gt;Estado de São Paulo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e autora do livro &lt;i style=""&gt;"China - O Renascimento do Império&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; 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Foi" st="on"&gt;em Pequim. Foi&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; correspondente &lt;st1:personname productid="em Buenos Aires" st="on"&gt;em Buenos  Aires&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; e editor de Internacional da Revista Veja e apresentador e editor-chefe do Jornal da Cultura, na TV Cultura (Brasil).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pessoal, VALE A PENA CONFERIR!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-433527128912495152?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/YjPlJh5_taU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/433527128912495152/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=433527128912495152&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/433527128912495152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/433527128912495152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/YjPlJh5_taU/testemunhos-dirios-do-frenesi-chins.html" title="Testemunhos Diários do Frenesi Chinês" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2008/08/testemunhos-dirios-do-frenesi-chins.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMRX09fip7ImA9WxdUFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-8155653281778688371</id><published>2008-08-01T18:03:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:04:44.366-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T18:04:44.366-01:00</app:edited><title>O "Refresco" dos TACV</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Avion dja toka lumi!!”&lt;/i&gt; Foi o suficiente para gerar pânico no Aeroporto Internacional da Praia na tarde de Domingo último, um dia aliás marcado por muitos acidentes (ou incidentes, como queiram). O &lt;i style=""&gt;Airbus &lt;/i&gt;alugado pelos TACV acabara de aterrar vindo de Lisboa, mas acabou por passar a pista. Mas finalmente, e felizmente, tudo não passou de um grande susto. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, a seguir a toda a balbúrdia, começou-se a especular sobre as causas&lt;i style=""&gt;. “Di serteza, ê kês pilôtu stranjêru la, és dêbi ter tomadu sis bom águ. És ta anda pa riba y pa baxu na aeroportu ku serveja na mô Kára pôdri.”&lt;/i&gt; Disse ao pé de mim um Senhor que garante saber do que fala. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No meio disto, eis que dos altifalantes do Aeroporto uma voz convida os passageiros com destino a Lisboa, e que se encontravam já na sala de embarque, a abandonarem a sala, em função do problema operacional que não especificaram, mas o qual todo o mundo já sabia. Mesmo ao meu lado, uma senhora, por sinal uma das (a)visadas, reclamava: &lt;i style=""&gt;“és tem ki trata tudu alguém igual. Si krê n-mora li sin sin dianti di Aeroportu, és tem ki tratam igual a otus alguém ki bem di lonji. Pra já, és ka ta sabi kem ki mora li Praia ou la fora”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;A mesma voz do altifalante, instantes depois, faz um novo convite a estes mesmos passageiros, alguns dos quais tinham vindo do Interior: deslocarem-se ao bar-lanchonete do Aeroporto e tomarem … um refresco! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este convite foi motivo de chacota por parte dos que estavam no interior do Aeroporto. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seria muito mais sensato falar de lanche. Provavelmente, os Passageiros terão tido direito a um lanche, não sei, mas o mínimo nesta situação era anunciá-lo ao invés de um refresco. Estes pequenos detalhes costumam fazer muita diferença. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-8155653281778688371?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/cX9db4OKals" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/8155653281778688371/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=8155653281778688371&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8155653281778688371?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/8155653281778688371?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/cX9db4OKals/o-refresco-dos-tacv.html" title="O &quot;Refresco&quot; dos TACV" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-refresco-dos-tacv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFRn45eSp7ImA9WxdUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-6941251636694108727</id><published>2008-08-01T11:30:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:51:57.021-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T15:51:57.021-01:00</app:edited><title>Música Minha no Djaroz</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo sem...tempo, eis que volto ao vosso convívio. Para (re)começar, nada melhor do que uma novidade musical.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Tempo di Mininu &lt;/span&gt;é uma música que fiz pensando nas boas lembranças da infância. Espero que gostem! (para ouvir, &lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/19f82900-a28a-4914-b748-864d72510a33/tempu-di-mininu"&gt;clicar aqui)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo di Mininu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Djoy Amado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Mi n-ta lembra di kel vontadi di bira grandi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;K’ê pa n-serba livri di tudu privasson&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Fórti n-kria kórri txada à vontadi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Liberdadi di vivi sem medo riprienson&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Más kel li ê só ponta d’Iceberg&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Pamodi nu fundu mi era mutu mas alegri&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;na nha infância&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Mas ami à midida ki n-bá ta kêrsi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Kel ladu alegri di infância bá ta perdi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ta distânsia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ê lembransas tão bunitus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ki n-tem vontadi, sim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Di bira mininu más um bês&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(li na Praia Maria)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ê lembransas tão bunitus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ki n-tem um sodadi sem fim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;n-kre nha tempu di mininu mas um bez&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;n-kre nha tempu di mininu mas um bez&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-6941251636694108727?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/QDW3I1yJ2co" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/6941251636694108727/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=6941251636694108727&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/6941251636694108727?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/6941251636694108727?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/QDW3I1yJ2co/depois-de-algum-tempo-sem.html" title="Música Minha no Djaroz" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2008/08/depois-de-algum-tempo-sem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNR304eyp7ImA9WxdUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085460342879314863.post-1235058251488291800</id><published>2008-07-25T16:18:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:19:56.333-01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-25T16:19:56.333-01:00</app:edited><title>Djaroz em Processo de Remodelação</title><content type="html">Oi Pessoal, o Djaroz está "fechado para balanço". Prometo voltar em breve, e com novidades! ATÉ LÁ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Djoy Amado&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5085460342879314863-1235058251488291800?l=djaroz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Djaroz/~4/Dv4y34y4jCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://djaroz.blogspot.com/feeds/1235058251488291800/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5085460342879314863&amp;postID=1235058251488291800&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/1235058251488291800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5085460342879314863/posts/default/1235058251488291800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Djaroz/~3/Dv4y34y4jCM/djaroz-em-processo-de-remodelao.html" title="Djaroz em Processo de Remodelação" /><author><name>djoyamado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xnTfSwt7pmk/SnwsWncJMaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rN8BjXmt8OM/S220/227.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://djaroz.blogspot.com/2008/07/djaroz-em-processo-de-remodelao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

