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type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941609267577290966/posts/default/2450908488416468908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/odiacronico/~3/f8fa6OKaLw0/momentos.html" title="Momentos" /><author><name>Eduardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999281960055062297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/5rV6CU4MU30/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"Viva, para ter o que lembrar.
Vai chegar o dia em que sua maior riqueza serão as lembranças".



Pense nisso!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/odiacronico/~4/f8fa6OKaLw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://odiacronico.blogspot.com/2011/10/momentos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MDSHw_eip7ImA9WhdbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941609267577290966.post-2463115872459430318</id><published>2011-10-12T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T17:31:19.242-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T17:31:19.242-03:00</app:edited><title>Todo Menino é um rei</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://odiacronico.blogspot.com/feeds/2463115872459430318/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8941609267577290966&amp;postID=2463115872459430318&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941609267577290966/posts/default/2463115872459430318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941609267577290966/posts/default/2463115872459430318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/odiacronico/~3/ncW9kxYfk4M/todo-menino-e-um-rei.html" title="Todo Menino é um rei" /><author><name>Eduardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999281960055062297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">"Todo menino é um rei
Eu também já fui rei
Mas quá! Despertei!
(...)
menino sonha demais
Menino sonha com coisas que a gente cresce e não vê jamais."


trecho da música de Nelson Rufino e Zé Luiz

Ouça no youtube
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Falava de negócios, ria, via show de mulher nua
Vivia o dia e não o sol, a noite e não a lua

Acordava sempre cedo (era um passarinho urbano)
Embarcava no metrô, o nosso metropolitano...
Era um homem de bons modos: 'Com licença; - Foi engano'

Era feito aquela gente honesta, boa e comovida
Que caminha para a morte pensando em vencer na vida
Era &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Não tem problema, ainda mais se esse alguém o fez de forma que seria muito melhor que a sua.
O texto de Daniel Setti no blog do Ricardo Setti sobre o fim do R.E.M. é isso.

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Estão no ar três exemplos bem claros da diferença entre um ótimo comercial, um ruim e outro mediano. Todos anunciando carros.

Nissan Frontier
Esse nem é preciso apresentar, tamanho o sucesso que os Pôneis Malditos  tem feito e principalmente entre a criançada, que aliás nem é o público-alvo do comercial.
É bem &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Acontece sempre com qualquer casal
Ataca de repente
Não respeita cor, credo ou classe social
Isso!

Parecia que não ia acontecer com a gente
Nosso amor era tão firme, forte e diferente...
Não vá dizer
Que eu não avisei você
Olha o que vai fazer
Não vá dizer...

Não adianta mesmo reclamar
Acreditar que basta apenas se deixar levar
Isso, que atrapalha nossos planos
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Gulp a maior animação em stop-motion já feita, e ficou muito legal. 
Gravado numa praia, tudo nesse filme foi &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Toda a manhã com tristeza
Dentro de minhas roupas, perdido
Além do sonho e da rua?



Das roupas que vão crescendo
Como se levassem nos bolsos
Doces geografias, pensamentos
De além do sonho e da rua?

Alguém a cada momento
Vem morrer no longe horizonte
Do meu quarto, onde esse alguém
É vento, barco, continente.

Alguém me diz toda a noite
Coisas em voz que não ouço.
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o sair de um lugar, o chegar a um lugar, conhecido ou desconhecido,
Perco, ao partir, ao chegar, e na linha móbil que os une,
A sensação de arrepio, o medo do novo —
Aquela náusea que é o sentimento que sabe que o corpo tem a alma,
Trinta dias de viagem, três dias de viagem, três horas de viagem —
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Bloco Olodum, ano 2000
Faleceu ontem um cantor que me deu muita, mas muita alegria: Germano Meneghel, vocalista do Olodum.
Meus primeiros anos de carnaval em Salvador foram em parte motivados por suas interpretações de 'Nossa Gente' e 'Vem Meu Amor', do cd A Música do Olodum, de 1992. Também participou ativamente naquele que considero o melhor disco de música autenticamente baiana: O Movimento,&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Quando ouvi Florence + the Machine imediatamente lembrei do Beirut, achei o som bem semalhante, mas isso é absolutamente pessoal. Talvez a semelhança não esteja propriamente no som mas na sensação que as músicas proporcionaram, frutos de interpretações, instrumentos e arranjos pouco comuns.
Essa cantora tem um modo &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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O último cd de estúdio da banda tinha sido Echoes, Silence, Patience &amp;amp; Grace, de 2007.
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Suas discografia, 5 cds fora o gravado ao vivo, tem ótimas canções que fizeram sucesso como Smooth Operator, e outras ainda melhores, Kiss of Life, King of Sorrow, By Your Side, Cherish e No Ordinary Love. Verdade que também tem muita coisa arrastada e chata, essa &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Os puristas devem ter detestado a idéia: transformar clássicos do reggae em lounge.  Seja como for, nesse cd de 2005, o resultado ficou bem acima do esperado para albuns de coletânea de regravações, excluindo o excesso de sussuros em algumas faixas, que não chega a comprometer. Ficou bem melhor que as versões Bossa n&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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(Um aparte para fazer justiça a cantora e compositora Roberta Miranda, com história mais que suficiente).

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IMPRESSIONANTE! FANTÁSTICO! SENSACIONAL! EMOCIONANTE! São sempre coisas assim, acompanhadas do ponto de exclamação que podem traduzir o show U2 360º.
A primeira versão deste post tinha uma descrição detalhada do palco e sua estrutura monumental, o espetáculo das luzes, da perfeição do som, o repertório, a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Dá-me lírios, lírios, e rosas também.
Mas se não tens lírios, nem rosas a dar-me,
Tem vontade ao menos de me dar os lírios, e também as rosas.
Basta-me a vontade que tens,
Se a tiveres,
De me dar os lírios, e as rosas também,
E terei os lírios, os melhores lírios, e as melhores rosas
Sem receber nada.
A não ser a prenda da tua vontade
De me dares lírios, e rosas também.

II
Usas um vestido que &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Algumas filas por comida chegam a duas, três mil pessoas, todas elas porém, com civilidade e educação, apesar de todo o desespero que a causa provoca e que &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Quem é esse que me olha e é tão mais velho que eu? (...) 
Parece meu velho pai - que já morreu! (...)
Nosso olhar duro interroga:
"O que fizeste de mim?" Eu? Tu é que me invadiste.
Lentamente, ruga a ruga... Que importa!
Eu sou ainda aquele mesmo menino teimoso de sempre
E os teus planos enfim lá se foram por terra,
Mas sei que vi, um dia - a longa, a inútil &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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É coisa de primeira.
Quando escutei Adele pela primeira vez imaginei que fosse negra, pelo estilo e força de sua voz. Em alguns momentos lembra (Deus que me perdoe) Amy Winehouse, mas é muito melhor.
'21' (seus&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Vou pensar no futuro, vou fazer um seguro 
Vou ganhar o pão nosso de cada dia 
Vou por tudo o que tenho na garantia 

Vou ter conta no banco, vou trabalhar no escritório 
Vou tomar um chope, vou tomar sorvete 
Vou tomar remédio, que maravilha 
Vou casar e constituir família 

Vou andar de táxi, vou deixar o troco 
Vou pagar os impostos, vou por os &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Seguisses, e adiante do em que vou;
No términus de tudo, ao fim lá estou
Nessa ida que afinal é um regresso.

Porque na enorme gare onde Deus manda
Grandes acolhimentos se darão
Para cada prolixo coração
Que com seu próprio ser vive em demanda.

Hoje, falho de ti, sou dois a sós.
Há almas pares, as que conheceram
Onde os seres são almas.

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O que há no coração
Mas essas coisas lindas
Que nunca existirão...

São como se a tristeza
Fosse árvore e, uma a uma,
Caíssem suas folhas
Entre o vestígio e a bruma."
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