<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 09:17:06 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Zeca Afonso</category><category>Enya</category><category>Juanes</category><category>Sergio Godinho</category><category>Caetano Veloso</category><category>Chico Buarque</category><category>Era</category><category>Fernando Tordo</category><category>Kate Bush</category><category>Mafalda Veiga</category><category>Michael Buble</category><category>Pedro Khima</category><category>Richard Marx</category><category>Silence 4</category><category>Alanis Morissette</category><category>Dean Martin</category><category>Dulce Pontes</category><category>Evanescence</category><category>Ivete Sangalo</category><category>Mafalda Veiga e João Pedro Pais</category><category>Nickelback</category><category>Otis Redding</category><category>Pólo Norte</category><category>Rita Guerra</category><category>Simon Webbe</category><category>Spandau Ballet</category><category>Sting</category><category>Susana Felix</category><category>Toto</category><category>Abel Arez dança comtemporânea</category><category>Adriana Calcanhotto</category><category>Alannah Myles</category><category>Alicia Keys</category><category>Amanda Marshall</category><category>Ana Moura</category><category>Andre Sardet</category><category>Anna Nalick</category><category>Avril Lavigne</category><category>Aztec Camera</category><category>Benny Goodman e Peggy Lee</category><category>Brian McFadden e Delta Goodrem</category><category>Carlos Mendes</category><category>Carlos Paredes</category><category>Cars</category><category>Christina Aguillera</category><category>Cock Robin</category><category>Creed</category><category>Cutting Crew</category><category>Cyndi Lauper</category><category>Danni Carlos</category><category>Deep Blue Something</category><category>Djavan</category><category>EZ Special</category><category>Elis Regina</category><category>Eric Clapton</category><category>Extreme</category><category>Fairground Attraction</category><category>Fingertips</category><category>Frank Zappa</category><category>Frente</category><category>Genesis</category><category>George Michael</category><category>George Michael e Mary J. 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Mantenho este blog mas os novos posts encontra-los-ão apenas no novo blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abrigodemusica.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;http://abrigodemusica.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/mudana-de-endereo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-2987346522314758319</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-20T22:01:25.479+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rita Guerra</category><title>'Secretamente' - Rita Guerra</title><description>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5qXM4XTcdy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5qXM4XTcdy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo por ti&lt;br /&gt;Tu nem me ves &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6BPSkb8tSpvij2nr0PnIFwYlfFmpmSO0pHBNnAnDJ6NXuxgIKo9v8NYEJo7uIvwwTxfvLOS6l93C86gsSdDrBiJTf9kVu6PUPnFJ_azIDuNOVCtRxF48E97r5DEI_WL9eG3Ydih-jA/s1600-h/Rita+Guerra_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157682214838859042" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshplGYcRThdDykQLkO3y_SANeHqR0eAFKOm3w9s2TNxmCPb1sRzxitLKEM_VxSp9bmP3R9m9viQCI-64ZgW7JH9DBuf1l5AB83i3lIu0ZE-ba32ZhVJXbtmL8qYjBx3y-rXYbXrVWGA/s200/Rita+Guerra+e+Beto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chamar por mim, a chamar por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega com a brisa que vem do mar&lt;br /&gt;Brinca no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;A desinquietar como um arlequim, como um arlequim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega quando quer e não quer saber, nem do mal que fez ou que vai fazer, é um tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Querer ou não querer&lt;br /&gt;Chega assim cavaleiro andante, louco e triunfante&lt;br /&gt;Como um salteador&lt;br /&gt;P'ra no fim&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixar a contas&lt;br /&gt;Com as palavras tontas&lt;br /&gt;Que dissémos por amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que jurei nunca mais cair&lt;br /&gt;Nesses teus ardis&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais seguir esse teu olhar, esse teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada nos vale tentar fingir&lt;br /&gt;Para quê negar ou se quer fugir desse mal de amar, desse mal de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega quando quer e não quer saber, nem do mal que fez ou que vai fazer, é um tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Querer ou não querer&lt;br /&gt;Chega assim cavaleiro andante, louco e triunfante&lt;br /&gt;Como um salteador&lt;br /&gt;P'ra no fim&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixar a contas&lt;br /&gt;Com as palavras tontas&lt;br /&gt;Que dissémos por amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega assim cavaleiro andante, louco e triunfante&lt;br /&gt;Como um salteador&lt;br /&gt;P'ra no fim&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixar a contas&lt;br /&gt;Com as palavras tontas&lt;br /&gt;Que dissémos por amor (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P'ra no fim&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixar a contas&lt;br /&gt;Com as palavras tontas&lt;br /&gt;Que dissémos por amor</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/brincando-com-o-fogo-rita-guerra-e-beto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshplGYcRThdDykQLkO3y_SANeHqR0eAFKOm3w9s2TNxmCPb1sRzxitLKEM_VxSp9bmP3R9m9viQCI-64ZgW7JH9DBuf1l5AB83i3lIu0ZE-ba32ZhVJXbtmL8qYjBx3y-rXYbXrVWGA/s72-c/Rita+Guerra+e+Beto.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-3964741311898589176</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-20T21:58:59.810+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rita Guerra</category><title>'Chegar a ti' - Rita Guerra</title><description>&lt;object height="295" width="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=56621"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=56621" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" width="336" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás aqui, mas tão ausente &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xyNszgnJD3I_w5rsaEJ_uvgWgEmloFsNive5GmKh8Vu9o3SwHDZTqtFlsY4Xh9H-1rFIsvYIGt8E855FhxgHCYzaT6wYZEtCdX6Pet3SFt5pl9al7RFLj8zyos4oFrewEL27HxkQ-g/s1600-h/Rita+Guerra_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157681407385007362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xyNszgnJD3I_w5rsaEJ_uvgWgEmloFsNive5GmKh8Vu9o3SwHDZTqtFlsY4Xh9H-1rFIsvYIGt8E855FhxgHCYzaT6wYZEtCdX6Pet3SFt5pl9al7RFLj8zyos4oFrewEL27HxkQ-g/s200/Rita+Guerra_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto a mim, mas tão distante!&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo já não é igual&lt;br /&gt;Apagou-se o fogo no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Estou nos teus braços mas afinal&lt;br /&gt;Estamos tão distantes como o céu e o mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo chegar a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Não posso chegar a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como chegar a ti !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em ti uma tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De quem já não tem certezas&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo está ao pé de mim&lt;br /&gt;O teu coração noutro lugar&lt;br /&gt;No teu mundo já só há um fim&lt;br /&gt;E eu não tenho como te fazer voltar&lt;br /&gt;Refrão (x3)&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo chegar a ti,&lt;br /&gt;não posso chegar a ti,&lt;br /&gt;não sei como chegar a ti.</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/chegar-ti-rita-guerra.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xyNszgnJD3I_w5rsaEJ_uvgWgEmloFsNive5GmKh8Vu9o3SwHDZTqtFlsY4Xh9H-1rFIsvYIGt8E855FhxgHCYzaT6wYZEtCdX6Pet3SFt5pl9al7RFLj8zyos4oFrewEL27HxkQ-g/s72-c/Rita+Guerra_2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-2223615842440579670</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-20T22:04:18.734+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rita Guerra e Ronan Keating</category><title>'All over again' - Rita Guerra e Ronan Keating</title><description>&lt;object height="295" width="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=128546"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=128546" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" width="336" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Rita Guerra / Ronan Keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXynIuIQ__8d6uuMU8AxcvmE42d5pqQWWUrR31ql1DOpuo9NeMrwEU0cMVBl7l33GHpxXj0L9Ub92RIGWMk20Z9eHTak5vM0nDdOhJt_CbtIE8ArjF32Fggz3QfwxDNabi_t-01h58ow/s1600-h/Rita+Guerra+e+Beto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixvspNyGxdj1XMFwfAOy9YfaXxqsFo_RiMo9sVkUoGloUOXifmtPkPKBurmdZE9kdQaUFZfqlTlGi0cUq9o_CZH5I441tMVCfnmxN_dBj2oQIn2oFCDNje2wbZGS4JfqscGMFMXn2Bg/s1600-h/Rita+Guerra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157682579911079218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixvspNyGxdj1XMFwfAOy9YfaXxqsFo_RiMo9sVkUoGloUOXifmtPkPKBurmdZE9kdQaUFZfqlTlGi0cUq9o_CZH5I441tMVCfnmxN_dBj2oQIn2oFCDNje2wbZGS4JfqscGMFMXn2Bg/s200/Rita+Guerra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ronan keating)&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the lights, turn up the radio.&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire in your eyes an' it's keepin' me warm.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me like it was yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;When we both felt our spirits collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rita guerra)&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que o sol brilhou em ti&lt;br /&gt;No segundo em que vi&lt;br /&gt;No teu rosto um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Vem deitar-te aqui &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHdSKkBzoveWSTFyQ1GiWKakYQ6vAMhWUF4TzPcM0H6ArM1ppiDrGeI100klrh1MYMdgpmPtMhfqPvpmDGRplZuSem2_c9GDgVfyIZewe-w4SgnYWvGxuleig2a_aYeoi8c6eCGQY3w/s1600-h/Ronan+Keating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157682730234934594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHdSKkBzoveWSTFyQ1GiWKakYQ6vAMhWUF4TzPcM0H6ArM1ppiDrGeI100klrh1MYMdgpmPtMhfqPvpmDGRplZuSem2_c9GDgVfyIZewe-w4SgnYWvGxuleig2a_aYeoi8c6eCGQY3w/s200/Ronan+Keating.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa o espaço que à entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Sente a magia de não estarmos sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rg/rk)&lt;br /&gt;This time can be like the first time:&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes an' soon we'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;No man mind could ever guess what we're feelin'.&lt;br /&gt;Turn a spark to a flame; make a wish;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, watch it start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first time that you touched my skin.&lt;br /&gt;(all over again.)&lt;br /&gt;I tasted heaven, take me there again.(all over again.)&lt;br /&gt;Your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your taste,&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on and on and on:&lt;br /&gt;Then i fall in love with you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rg)&lt;br /&gt;Juntos podemos voar&lt;br /&gt;No universo em que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto estamos aqui&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar o que temos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rk)&lt;br /&gt;What i'm trying to say,&lt;br /&gt;Is that you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Let me say it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rg/rk)&lt;br /&gt;Coz this time can be like the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, but you'll soon will be there&lt;br /&gt;No man could ever guess what he's feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Turn a spark to a flame,&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, close your eyes, won't you start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first time you touched my skin,&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;I tasted heaven take me there again,&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your taste,&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;That i fall in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling in love, with you.&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;All over again. &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-over-again-rita-guerra-e-ronan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixvspNyGxdj1XMFwfAOy9YfaXxqsFo_RiMo9sVkUoGloUOXifmtPkPKBurmdZE9kdQaUFZfqlTlGi0cUq9o_CZH5I441tMVCfnmxN_dBj2oQIn2oFCDNje2wbZGS4JfqscGMFMXn2Bg/s72-c/Rita+Guerra.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-3741237664589931909</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-20T21:18:40.605+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sarah Connor</category><title>'From Sarah with love' - Sarah Connor</title><description>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/y36wCdn7fS/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/y36wCdn7fS/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many years we were friends&lt;br /&gt;And yes I always knew what we could do &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKOEnLbCmavHqQykPlEZNp0IfWyAZOMnvu_8snsLXLRfTQk60F7xvjqmFqCUMakGvoUwjgwmn0-popGTGP3gjuZlGXQztScvglGmiJP1yqDTSx-mXP9w_VqmbKWsL81Frfa7eBJjZXg/s1600-h/Sarah+Connor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157671155298071778" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhldXxwpv9h1mhCwz-dGZ51O8EoiUeLpK8wF6OZvLQbjYq4PcA-j4C468Kkk70ZSYRdiAYlnX0kjoJLUHwfacqbJc_xm6-uKpkr4KOKeZgK3htux_jUg1Uj57jZKkpI-Qv9y0j0VcxQ/s200/Susana+Felix_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saio pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;De passagem, coisa vã&lt;br /&gt;Derrapagem&lt;br /&gt;Que a viagem tem princípio, meio e fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vergo, não parto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto choro, não seco&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vivo, não corro&lt;br /&gt;À procura do que é certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me venham buzinar&lt;br /&gt;Vou tão bem na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Então vou para lá&lt;br /&gt;Ver o que dá&lt;br /&gt;Pé atrás na engrenagem&lt;br /&gt;Altruísta até mais não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vergo, não parto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto choro, não seco&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vivo, não corro&lt;br /&gt;À procura do que é certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presa por um fio&lt;br /&gt;Na vertigem do vazio&lt;br /&gt;Que escorrega entre os dedos&lt;br /&gt;Preso em duas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Que o futuro é mais&lt;br /&gt;O presente coerente na razão&lt;br /&gt;Frases feitas são reféns da pulsação</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/bem-na-minha-mo-susana-felix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhldXxwpv9h1mhCwz-dGZ51O8EoiUeLpK8wF6OZvLQbjYq4PcA-j4C468Kkk70ZSYRdiAYlnX0kjoJLUHwfacqbJc_xm6-uKpkr4KOKeZgK3htux_jUg1Uj57jZKkpI-Qv9y0j0VcxQ/s72-c/Susana+Felix_.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-4855564949539605646</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 21:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-18T21:51:45.387+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Susana Felix</category><title>'Flutuo' - Susana Felix</title><description>&lt;object height="295" width="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=66731"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pt.netlog.com/go/widget/videoID=66731" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" width="336" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Susana Felix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_qcBR0xKdjmP8DSj5nLSbgjadAf0N2BNiJKA9dZQ_iARw8AwhyLyuEG35yJKk2-8Mo_QF3hNMTkRhTQ0pNNxIJfkdHYyyOJLs4x1xWeDEg8BB3JAeerAvVFYSAoOHkPqEZbBKxnCDA/s1600-h/Susana+Felix_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156937544819143874" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1Z-IuyV1eXFqDek2qRR3VLp2vxLNSLT6deS1_kS2J7n8LL4xX-abDpAMOj5aAcZ3fHCDaQ-C2XL6it8eRmX8zaYZI9MUZ__SGIaGi8fIq3T1RCBod09pSwVcFpMQZfj6hOiECigwKw/s200/Delta+Goodrem+e+Brian+McFadden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear you right&lt;br /&gt;'cause I thought you said&lt;br /&gt;Let's think it over&lt;br /&gt;You have been my life&lt;br /&gt;And I never planned&lt;br /&gt;Growing old without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light&lt;br /&gt;Where the love once shined so bright&lt;br /&gt;Came without a reason&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go on us tonight&lt;br /&gt;Love's not always black and white&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would change the world&lt;br /&gt;If I had a chance&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you let me&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh please protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered by your words&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and shattered now it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and battered by your words&lt;br /&gt;Dazed and shattered now it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never knew how far behind I'd left you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hold you, you're almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm with you I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know I'm almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only almost here &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/almost-here-brian-mcfadden-e-delta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1Z-IuyV1eXFqDek2qRR3VLp2vxLNSLT6deS1_kS2J7n8LL4xX-abDpAMOj5aAcZ3fHCDaQ-C2XL6it8eRmX8zaYZI9MUZ__SGIaGi8fIq3T1RCBod09pSwVcFpMQZfj6hOiECigwKw/s72-c/Delta+Goodrem+e+Brian+McFadden.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-9102528259384980570</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-17T22:54:53.170+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Danni Carlos</category><title>'Coisas que eu sei' - Danni Carlos</title><description>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/e5GL7jKzJg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/e5GL7jKzJg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Dudu Falcão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jYsnJ6B6iKPkzD_71n1SNEQqaPcTCcobsNlAZg9a8WGMhPJFK3UT4WYoq_GbX-e46cS3Un79w35nI0T7z89a2gQ5GHZGdPWHAXnqUTGeae0bR76nQC46ePQgSnv3k0XxkcqKwVSBqw/s1600-h/Danni+Carlos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156582686031213698" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe3uRg8n_K1FzWyMtrGONbAJLEZcbhenAJ9kQz11DAlGiYwNu1cuQ-4o79fKgI7-8omeHDqPpHCBgIVnIuZ2S6icPOuEqUsZ0UMCpQ7JjghE2TzyWe_G5PD4X2fsKXFDDYvo6F0aVZQ/s200/Caetano+Veloso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vou te fazer um pedido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compositor de destinos&lt;br /&gt;Tambor de todos os rítmos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Entro num acordo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por seres tão inventivo&lt;br /&gt;E pareceres contínuo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;És um dos deuses mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas ainda mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;No som do meu estribilho&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ouve bem o que te digo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te o prazer legítimo&lt;br /&gt;E o movimento preciso&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo for propício&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De modo que o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Ganhe um brilho definido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;E eu espalhe benefícios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que usaremos prá isso&lt;br /&gt;Fica guardado em sigilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas contigo e comigo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu tiver saído&lt;br /&gt;Para fora do teu círculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não serei nem terás sido&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim acredito&lt;br /&gt;Ser possível reunirmo-nos&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Num outro nível de vínculo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto peço-te aquilo&lt;br /&gt;E te ofereço elogios&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nas rimas do meu estilo&lt;br /&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo...</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/orao-ao-tempo-caetano-veloso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe3uRg8n_K1FzWyMtrGONbAJLEZcbhenAJ9kQz11DAlGiYwNu1cuQ-4o79fKgI7-8omeHDqPpHCBgIVnIuZ2S6icPOuEqUsZ0UMCpQ7JjghE2TzyWe_G5PD4X2fsKXFDDYvo6F0aVZQ/s72-c/Caetano+Veloso.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-6312194838559697501</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-17T22:43:34.662+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cock Robin</category><title>'Just around the corner' - Cock Robin</title><description>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/euIVUP9vJA/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/euIVUP9vJA/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Peter Kingsbery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQ5HUkswb6obF-gJKv7CKUqw7vbKW20UCRGMkmmVTyNESCtKPUqzQbvqzKCEKdNdr9yPxx-clMshV_zoVySX_nTVGCGDreerdG93oxp3kejxKocWlSO4Z6QFiYQczIRH-d0B-W15AkA/s1600-h/Cock+Robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156579812698092642" style="FLOAT: right; 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Rob Hyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEtp6QgA0cMMPO1Eo-8YDi1nreKTJYfwSsw8q7RhKhZ4L0bSy6C1vZRapsEGPk5WAy1U6RvUu1grFNzf97hzvqznXp4-fmHatJ_82dppwFQcXDCiDD_fhvCOTECgPIpK1CADRQgJkTw/s1600-h/Cyndi+Lauper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156578696006595666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEtp6QgA0cMMPO1Eo-8YDi1nreKTJYfwSsw8q7RhKhZ4L0bSy6C1vZRapsEGPk5WAy1U6RvUu1grFNzf97hzvqznXp4-fmHatJ_82dppwFQcXDCiDD_fhvCOTECgPIpK1CADRQgJkTw/s200/Cyndi+Lauper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I hear the clock tick and think of you&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in circles&lt;br /&gt;Confusion is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;Flashback&lt;br /&gt;Warm nights almost left behind&lt;br /&gt;Suitcase of memories&lt;br /&gt;Time after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you picture me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking too far ahead&lt;br /&gt;You're calling to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear what you've said&lt;br /&gt;Then you say: "go slow."&lt;br /&gt;I fall behind&lt;br /&gt;The second hand unwinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost, you can look&lt;br /&gt;And you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, i will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my picture fades&lt;br /&gt;And darkness has turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Watching through windows&lt;br /&gt;You're wondering if i'm ok&lt;br /&gt;Secrets stolen from deep inside&lt;br /&gt;The drum beats out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost, you can look&lt;br /&gt;And you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, i will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said: "go slow."&lt;br /&gt;I fall behind&lt;br /&gt;The second hand unwinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost, you can look&lt;br /&gt;And you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, i will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-after-time-cyndi-lauper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEtp6QgA0cMMPO1Eo-8YDi1nreKTJYfwSsw8q7RhKhZ4L0bSy6C1vZRapsEGPk5WAy1U6RvUu1grFNzf97hzvqznXp4-fmHatJ_82dppwFQcXDCiDD_fhvCOTECgPIpK1CADRQgJkTw/s72-c/Cyndi+Lauper.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-3791563233066262127</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-17T00:05:23.582+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mafalda Veiga e João Pedro Pais</category><title>'Paciência' Mafalda Veiga e João Pedro Pais</title><description>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/u9ssXnb-X4/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/u9ssXnb-X4/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSlbZuCGpo0-bLRSugzWFQ0sOjiXC6Os5veREZnq9NHlkFstWcJSidr7pF3Q8YCTWFn-RK6vWw6SfIPRmqLrOXe8nZ23H5-uhaFCWA_k13Mdl5BkI9-RxhIWLEn7SjWwPGjtiOs-XIAw/s1600-h/Mafalda+Veiga+e+Joao+Pedro+Pais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156229708438959170" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXv2idgAjek5b_dVaBv7OcxW0TaMgKu_CUeUlBUrDZMGjHmx_xFRVWOdoSGy2QiK2Xgizk0618Q7iHUZoMfpyGh6v5L_fcVWoOmAlPKeZrqrvIQpYbsFuUWuXqy46W5gBZu6qh62hTXg/s200/Evanescence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under your spell again&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;Crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up sweet decadence&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;And I've completely lost myself and I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't let you conquer me completely&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't let go of this dream&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough&lt;br /&gt;I feel good enough&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall&lt;br /&gt;Pour real life down on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't hold on to anything this good&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough for you to love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take care what you ask of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't say no</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-enough-evanescence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXv2idgAjek5b_dVaBv7OcxW0TaMgKu_CUeUlBUrDZMGjHmx_xFRVWOdoSGy2QiK2Xgizk0618Q7iHUZoMfpyGh6v5L_fcVWoOmAlPKeZrqrvIQpYbsFuUWuXqy46W5gBZu6qh62hTXg/s72-c/Evanescence.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-3714417531598574243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-14T18:23:40.923+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fernando Tordo</category><title>'Tourada' - Fernando Tordo</title><description>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Omz2XhceWK/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Omz2XhceWK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Fernando Tordo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLAtLnaleYVR7Y7-IEHrxNVH4gDjqMedB2b4jScanBWobFdRWV97bCTjVCY8JPFOpnWDGu8CEMHAUchSq6dNAdRGkzsuSqHo-QGRr4BbPEqk3V-mAA0JHsbBF6rn75LEQwe2oT7r-Fg/s1600-h/Fernando+Tordo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155399598634824482" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0OFr9pcKI2GBcRqeOdH9sddZ8NH91QW08ZskjYyEGhlUMz1xcGD2L6bCD_SHEa5tEk5FqH9IeFmpaSLUA9wlzJ2RvS8WkXXlYpqLDy3BkccHD235jkRoCSnk130kBppn7M9ZeAqF8w/s200/Fernando+Tordo_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida tive palmas e fracassos&lt;br /&gt;Fui amargura feita notas e compassos&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu-me estar no palco atrás do pano&lt;br /&gt;Tive a promessa de um contrato por um ano&lt;br /&gt;A entrevista que era boa&lt;br /&gt;E o meu futuro foi aquilo que se viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida tive beijos e empurrões&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci a fome num banquete de ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Não entendi a maior parte dos amores&lt;br /&gt;Só percebi que alguns deixaram muitas dores&lt;br /&gt;Fiz as cantigas que afinal ninguém ouviu&lt;br /&gt;E o meu futuro foi aquilo que se viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão:]&lt;br /&gt;Adeus tristeza, até depois&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-te triste por sentir que entre os dois&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais nada pra fazer ou conversar&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora de acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida fiz viagens de ida e volta&lt;br /&gt;Cantei de tudo por ser um cantor à solta&lt;br /&gt;Devagarinho num couplé pra começar&lt;br /&gt;Com muita força no refrão que é popular&lt;br /&gt;Mas outra vez a triste sorte não sorriu&lt;br /&gt;E o meu futuro foi aquilo que se viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida fui sempre um outro qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Era tão fácil, bastava apenas escolher&lt;br /&gt;Escolher-me a mim, pensei que isso era vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas já passou, não sou melhor mas sou verdade&lt;br /&gt;Não ando cá para sofrer mas para viver&lt;br /&gt;E o meu futuro há-de ser o que eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão]</description><link>http://abrigodemusica.blogspot.com/2008/01/minha-tristeza-fernando-tordo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anamel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0OFr9pcKI2GBcRqeOdH9sddZ8NH91QW08ZskjYyEGhlUMz1xcGD2L6bCD_SHEa5tEk5FqH9IeFmpaSLUA9wlzJ2RvS8WkXXlYpqLDy3BkccHD235jkRoCSnk130kBppn7M9ZeAqF8w/s72-c/Fernando+Tordo_.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3907641020324129651.post-7245121721201466412</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-14T18:22:01.889+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fernando Tordo</category><title>'Cavalo à solta' - Fernando Tordo</title><description>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Xw7p8I2kyy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Xw7p8I2kyy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: José Carlos Ary dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tGEI5qoA5TPPO3TU_-WQBPSVhO0MLQQXrPrRXEd1ZuZBMUlSUQjxr86wzSvs6DqT5oopCqkevbqsTahzuMCPkUnVc9LN8KFXvKzvVd4fkKan3rQ8sKFUtWrpGEOu2azuKO__iwfWIw/s1600-h/Fernando+Tordo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155399126188421890" style="FLOAT: right; 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