<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:11:34.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje sou feliz e canto...</title><subtitle type='html'>Música e nada mais... é com música que eu me expresso, que eu durmo, que eu me divirto!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Nada desse paladar doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Amanheci num mar de sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Nada de cantar uma canção de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Adormeci, trinquei o cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Nada de viver um sonho bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Você e eu fora do tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Nada de justificar a nossa dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Não me esqueci quem me sangrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Uma ferida que não quer fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Uma saída pra não se encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Quando eu lhe dei meu melhor vinho, você cuspiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Quando eu lhe dei meu melhor sorriso, você fingiu que não viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Mas agora vá viver nesse poço escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;De uma dor sem fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Porque não tenho tempo de errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Todos os erros do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-4551531209737755093?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4551531209737755093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=4551531209737755093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Laura Pausini - Un Amico È CosÌ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; È facile allontanarsi, sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Se come te anche lui ha i soui guai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ma quando avrai bisogno sarà qui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Un amico è così&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Non chiederà nè il come nè il perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ti ascolterà e si batterà per te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;E poi tranquillo ti sorriderà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Un amico è così&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;E ricordati che finchè tu vivrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Se un amico è con te non ti perderai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;In strade sbagliate percorse da chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Non ha nella vita un amico così&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Non ha bisogno di parole mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Con uno sguardo solo capirai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Che dopo un "no" lui ti dirà di "sì"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Un amico è così&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;E ricordati che finchè tu vorrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Per sempre al tuo fianco lo troverai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vicino a te, mai stanco perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Un amico è la cosa più bella che c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;È come un grande amore, solo mascherato un pò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ma che si sente che c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nascosto tra le pieghe di un cuore che si dà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;E non si chiede perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ma ricordati che finchè tu vivrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Se un amico è con te non tradirlo mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Solo così scoprirai che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Un amico è la cosa più bella che c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;E ricordati che finchè tu vivrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Un amico è la cosa più vera que hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;È il compagno del viaggio più grande che fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Un amico è qualcosa che non muore mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-8627915875302073330?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8627915875302073330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=8627915875302073330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8627915875302073330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8627915875302073330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/09/aos-meus-amigos.html' title='Aos meus amigos!!!'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-7379447193177134770</id><published>2009-08-29T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:59:26.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIAGEM - Vanessa da Mata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Suspenderam a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Fui parar em outro trem&lt;br /&gt;Que beleza de paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Fomos rumo a Belém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Agora que é tempo&lt;br /&gt;Colher fruta madura no vento&lt;br /&gt;Pequi não sai do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Bacia cheia de manga bourbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nasce um sol, nasce uma noite&lt;br /&gt;E um menino também vem&lt;br /&gt;Que beleza de paisagem&lt;br /&gt;É meu filho e passa bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Agora é tarde, não dá para adiar a viagem&lt;br /&gt;João tem três anos de idade&lt;br /&gt;Não quero merecer outro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Volto quem sabe um dia&lt;br /&gt;Porque os trilhos já tiraram do chão&lt;br /&gt;Olho as tardes, vivo a vida&lt;br /&gt;Nada é em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Mata'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-5404499812340307177</id><published>2009-08-15T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:13:25.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de uma pausa, estou de volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;ERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ana Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;O destino me pregando uma outra peça, eu não queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Me cercava toda noite, com sua flecha e sua guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Era o tempo me encostando sua pele traiçoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Eram noites tão pesadas, com nuvens sorrateiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Era a vida me cortando a carne com seu guizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ecoando pelos séculos os sons de alguns gemidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Eram meus antepassados dentro dos bacanais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Era o tempo me emprestando aquilo que eu não devolveria mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Era um homem nos meus sonhos me currando sem perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Eram duas velhas mortas se arrastando pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Eu soltava os meus cães em meu peito a soluçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Abafava os meus gritos, pois não sabia ladrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Achei que não era eu que fazia minha história andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Punha a culpa no destino ou em quem estivesse à mão para culpar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;E era assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hoje em dia não me importo com o que fiz no meu passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Quero amigos, sorte e muita gente boa do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;E não rebato se disserem por aí que eu tô errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Porque quem se debate está sozinho ou afogado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Eu, que não fico no meio, não começo e nem acabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Eu sou filho do amor, não de Deus, nem do diabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Na ciranda das canções eu me ponho a revezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Rodando entre as ondas que me puxam em alto-mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hoje sei bem que sou eu que giro a minha vida circular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Essa roda, eu que invento e faço tudo nela se encaixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Eu sou assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-5404499812340307177?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5404499812340307177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=5404499812340307177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hondas horas de dolor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y aunque no quise el regreso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siempre se vuelve al primer amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la vieja calle donde el eco dijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"tuya es su vida, tuyo es su querer"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bajo el burlón mirar de las estrellas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que con indiferenciahoy me ven volver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volver...con la frente marchita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;las nieves del tiempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;platearon mi sien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentir...que es un soplo la vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que veinte años no es nadaque febril la mirada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;errante en la sombrate busca y te nombra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivir...con el alma aferrada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a un dulce recuerdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que lloro otra vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengo miedo del encuentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con el pasado que vuelve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a enfrentarse con mi vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengo miedo de las noches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que pobladas de recuerdos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encadenan mi soñar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero el viajero que huye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tarde o temprano detiene su andar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y aunque el olvido, que todo destruye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haya matado mi vieja ilusión&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guardo escondida una esperanza humilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que es toda la fortuna de mi corazón. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-8969314296243525289?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8969314296243525289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=8969314296243525289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8969314296243525289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8969314296243525289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/06/volver.html' title='VOLVER'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-6398274047861698468</id><published>2009-06-14T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:17:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio, seu mar e praias sem fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjWpw4LQfeI/AAAAAAAAB3M/xOJb6t3i2uI/s1600-h/Rio+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347366789750750690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjWpw4LQfeI/AAAAAAAAB3M/xOJb6t3i2uI/s320/Rio+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar é muito bom, ninguém nega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com boas e queridas companhias, melhor ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se o lugar escolhido não for mágico, não tem mandinga que faça a viagem se tornar inesquecível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mágico, é assim que eu defino o Rio de Janeiro. Da primeira vez que fui lá eu era um bebê de um ano de idade, então não conta. Agora, na travessia dos 25 aos 26, voltei lá, por conta e pernas próprias e só assim pude sentir o quão aconchegante é essa cidade, como é receptivo o carioca, como dá vontade de não voltar, de "comer" o Pão de Açúcar, de abraçar o Cristo, de urrar no Morro da Urca... Passei um aniversário agradabilíssimo, almoçando no popular e agradável Amaralinho, da Cinelândia, e jantando na refinada La Fiorentina, no Leme. Devo esse dia tão agradável a Markito e Débora, que fizeram memoráveis tanto esse dia em específico como a viagem em si. Mas, repito, a cidade tem também uma grande parcela de "culpa" nisso! Diria que a maior culpa é dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, e, como bom turista, visitei lugares famosos, como o Corcovado, as praias de Copacabana (onde fiquei hospedado), Ipanema, Leblon, Leme, o centro da cidade e seus monumentos e edifícios públicos, a cidade histórica de Petrópolis, onde reencontramos nossa amiga Rafaela. Sem falar que fizemos aquilo que executamos com mais propiedade: turismo gastronômico. Ai, ai, meu peso voltou a se tornar irritante!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra musicalizar esse post, confesso que sempre ouvi o "Samba do Avião", uma ode que Tom Jobim escreveu ao Rio, sem entender muito o por que de tanto amor a essa terra. Agora, mesmo com o olhar de um mero turista, que só ficou uma semana nessas paragens, eu compreendo um pouquinho desse Samba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços a todos! Aliás, como diz o Gil, falando do Rio, "Aquele abraço"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8b1a6e3342c566e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b1a6e3342c566e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D351F1ED70E4EBB4DC74B3D68711D83D1E978015C.4753D0C24BA703B4C33E6401832EB4F8D0033658%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b1a6e3342c566e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNvRtFm9vuAF2yO3xhMVGmt5rABs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b1a6e3342c566e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D351F1ED70E4EBB4DC74B3D68711D83D1E978015C.4753D0C24BA703B4C33E6401832EB4F8D0033658%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b1a6e3342c566e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNvRtFm9vuAF2yO3xhMVGmt5rABs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-6398274047861698468?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8b1a6e3342c566e3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6398274047861698468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=6398274047861698468&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/6398274047861698468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/6398274047861698468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/06/rio-seu-mar-e-praias-sem-fim.html' title='Rio, seu mar e praias sem fim...'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjWpw4LQfeI/AAAAAAAAB3M/xOJb6t3i2uI/s72-c/Rio+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-4215672258580698621</id><published>2009-06-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:24:41.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Carolina - Trechos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 8px; font: normal normal normal small/normal arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Confesso, acordei achando tudo indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Verdade, acabei sentindo cada dia igual&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe isso passa sendo eu tão inconstante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Se na vida eu apanho&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes eu bato&lt;br /&gt;Mas trago a minha blusa aberta e uma rosa em botão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Olho a cidade ao redor&lt;br /&gt;E nada me interessa&lt;br /&gt;Eu finjo ter calma&lt;br /&gt;A solidão me apressa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Olho a cidade ao redor&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca volto atrás&lt;br /&gt;Já não escondo a pressa&lt;br /&gt;Já me escondi demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa&lt;br /&gt;Sem me precipitar e nem perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta&lt;br /&gt;Outro tempo começou pra mim agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;É... mas tenho ainda muita coisa pra arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Promessas que me fiz e que ainda não cumpri&lt;br /&gt;Palavras me aguardam o tempo exato pra falar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas minhas, talvez você nem queira ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu quero sair de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero seguir a estrela&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sentir o vento pela pele&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento me fará&lt;br /&gt;Uma louca tempestade...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser uma tarde gris&lt;br /&gt;Quero que a chuva corra sobre o rio&lt;br /&gt;O rio que por ruas corre em mim&lt;br /&gt;As águas que me querem levar tão longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;E saiba que forte eu sei chegar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se eu perder o rumo&lt;br /&gt;E saiba que forte eu sei chegar&lt;br /&gt;Se for preciso eu sumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu que não sei quase nada do mar&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que não sei nada de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Crescer, sumir, partir, chegar&lt;br /&gt;Revirar e se descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Se elaborar, se transformar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Quando eu vou parar pra ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Que hora?&lt;br /&gt;Se não dá tempo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não me encontro&lt;br /&gt;Nos lugares onde eu ando&lt;br /&gt;Nem me conheço&lt;br /&gt;Viro o avesso de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Uma rua atravessada em meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mil faróis&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender a andar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Pra ouvir minha própria voz&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu paro pra pensar em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu paro pra pensar em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-4215672258580698621?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4215672258580698621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=4215672258580698621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4215672258580698621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4215672258580698621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/06/ana-carolina-trechos-que-falam.html' title='Ana Carolina - Trechos'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-6422697278665706546</id><published>2009-05-31T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:56:24.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente Feliz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SiNCHbkfJKI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ufowKpw1hIo/s1600-h/simplesmente-feliz01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SiNCHbkfJKI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ufowKpw1hIo/s320/simplesmente-feliz01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342186278418850978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SiNCHAwtOgI/AAAAAAAAB0U/o2Sbeu8Mcrw/s1600-h/simplesmente-feliz-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SiNCHAwtOgI/AAAAAAAAB0U/o2Sbeu8Mcrw/s320/simplesmente-feliz-poster01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342186271222348290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Mas você não pode ser feliz, vivendo assim, sem planos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- E quem disse que não sou feliz? Eu sou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Esse diálogo, parte de uma cena do Filme Simplemente Feliz (Happy-go-lucky, Inglaterra, 2008), que assisti essa semana e que me rendeu uma vontade danada de postar algo que contrariasse as "regras" deste blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O filme conta a história de Poppy (Sally Hawkins), uma linda e alegre professora primária, que sempre se veste com roupas coloridas e tenta ver a vida pelo lado positivo. Isto faz com que ela seja em vários momentos, na visão dos outros, irresponsável, por levar na brincadeira situações ditas sérias. Algumas das pessoas que a vêem deste modo é Scott (Eddie Marsan), seu professor da auto-escola, que não suporta os desvios de atenção que ela tem na direção, e sua irmã Helen (Carolina Martin), com quem travou o diálogo acima transcrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saí da sala de cinema com a certeza de que: 1. devemos sempre tentar ver o lado positivo das coisas, mesmo que elas nos machuquem, irritem ou estressem; 2. a nossa alegria sempre vai incomodar alguém! Esse segundo aspecto é o que mais me chamou a atenção, pois a alegria e o bom humor de Poppy irritava alguns; seu estilo de vida não era aceito por todos (solteira aos 30 anos, morando com uma amiga, sem grandes planos pro futuro, vivendo cada dia de uma vez). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Confesso: quero ser a Poppy quando crescer. Vou acabar irritando alguém, seu sei, mas cada um tem seu projeto de felicidade e o meu está bem distante do tacanho padrão ocidental-judaico-cristão-burgo-liberal. Como bem diz Almir Sater (é, eu não consigo deixar de citar uma canção) "cada um de nós compõe a sua história e cada um, em si, carrega o dom de ser capaz de ser feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah, escrevendo esse texto, me lembrei de uma música, que gosto muito, cantada pela Elba Ramalho. O título diz tudo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Felicidade Urgente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nunca mais eu vou voltar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Essa estrada é meu destino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vou seguir a minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vou achar o meu lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Louco pra viver em paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu procuro paraísos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Em lugares esquecidos, em viagens ao luar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu vi a cor, sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E sei de cor o que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Melhor pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A vida me fez desse jeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O mundo que é tão imperfeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pouca gente tem direito a ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O tempo passa de repente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Felicidade urgente para todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Para todos nós (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-6422697278665706546?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6422697278665706546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=6422697278665706546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/6422697278665706546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/6422697278665706546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/05/simplesmente-feliz.html' title='Simplesmente Feliz!!'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SiNCHbkfJKI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ufowKpw1hIo/s72-c/simplesmente-feliz01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-6597436578015686780</id><published>2009-05-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:11:24.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.M / The Coors - Everybody Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esse post complementa o anterior... Essa música, um verdadeiro acalanto num momento de turbulência, me foi apresentada (mais uma) pela minha amiga Adi, em mais uma de nossas conversas musicais.  Na ocasião, ela me apresentou duas verões, uma do R.E.M. e outra do The Coors. Nada contra a primeira banda, mas a versão do The Corrs "matou a pau"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody Hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your day is long&lt;br /&gt;And the night - the night is yours alone&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life&lt;br /&gt;Hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;'cause everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;and everybody hurts, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like letting go (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you think you've had too much of this life&lt;br /&gt;To hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your hand, oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own in this life&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights are long&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life, to hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But everybody hurts, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,&lt;br /&gt;hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-6597436578015686780?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6597436578015686780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=6597436578015686780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/6597436578015686780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/6597436578015686780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/05/rem-coors-everybody-hurts.html' title='R.E.M / The Coors - Everybody Hurts'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-5337136815884676168</id><published>2009-05-19T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:42:09.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a chuva passar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Às vezes basta um ínfimo catalizador para que questionamentos nos surjam. E, recentemente, levei um banho desse catalizador, que me fez retornar à mente algumas dúvidas, algumas inseguranças, angústias. Estou num momento bem "nada sei dessa vida"... Ou sei??? Acho que sei o que eu não quero, mas ainda são tantas as coisas que quero que fica difícil decidir por onde começar!! Insatisfeito? Sim... Esmorecido, jamais! Ai, tá tudo meio paradoxal, mas isso reflete a falta de um rumo, de um norte que de vez em quando nos assolam a mente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, pra não sair muito do foco deste blog, trechos de algumas canções que no momento me passam pela lembrança:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada sei dessa vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivo sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca soube, nada saberei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigo sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou errando enquanto o tempo me deixar passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é que eu sou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vim por que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra onde eu vou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde é que eu tava?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde é aqui?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem me mandou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual é o nome da minha alma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...) E essa tempestade um dia vai acabar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)I'm feeling like I'm long way from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where I'm doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...) Eu que não sei quase nada do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri que não sei nada de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...) Dentro te ascolta il tuo cuore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nel silenzio troverai le parole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiudi gli occhi e poi tu lasciati andare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prova a arrivare dentri il pianeta del cuore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem... por hoje é só. Beijos e abraços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-5337136815884676168?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5337136815884676168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=5337136815884676168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/5337136815884676168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/5337136815884676168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Quando a chuva passar...'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-686307109719018180</id><published>2009-05-14T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:32:00.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para duas pessoas especiais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SgxjDe1zt1I/AAAAAAAAByg/iyH6fH5nFAg/s1600-h/PICT0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SgxjDe1zt1I/AAAAAAAAByg/iyH6fH5nFAg/s320/PICT0331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335748569996703570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou me afastar um pouco do objetivo central deste blog e postar uma ode a duas pessoas que me proporcionaram uma semana muitíssimo agradável e gostosa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeiramente, Markito. Putz, que falar desse cara? Uma pessoa que me ensinou o prazer de ter amigos; que com seu carisma peculiar me conquistou e logo se tornou meu melhor amigo e uma das pessoas mais importantes para mim; um amigo com o qual eu tenho a honra de poder contar pra tudo e o prazer de dividir toda minha vida; um cara do qual eu sinto muita, muita falta e que me fez aprender a conviver diariamente com a saudade: saudade de poder vê-lo sempre que eu quisesse, das nossas saídas de fins de semana, de poder ouvir sua voz, sua risada quase todos os dias, saudade de apertar sua mão de abraçá-lo, enfim... Mas o melhor disso é saber que nem mesmo a distância foi capaz de diminuir o afeto mútuo nem esfriar nossa amizade. Meu brother, é muito bom ser teu amigo! Brigadão por tudo, pela acolhida, pela horas de diversão, pelas conversas fiadas antes de dormir e, mais uma vez, parabéns pelo sucesso em sua vida intelectual. Amo você, de coração! E vamos tocar pra frente nosso plano imobiliário... hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A segunda pessoa é Adi (frequentadora assídua desse blog). Nos conhecemos por intermédio do Markito, através desta maravilha moderna que é a internet e devido  um interesse em comum: nossa nave-mãe Paula Toller. Mas, com o passar do tempo as nossas conversas, que giravam basicamente em torno de música ou cinema, foram se diversificando até dividirmos nosso cotidiano, nossas alegrias e angústias. Assim, aos pouquinhos, Adi foi se tornando uma amiga muitíssimo querida, adorada mesmo, da qual espero jamais me separar. E eis que finalemente eu a conheci pessoalmente!! Foi um prazer inenarrável poder conviver, mesmo que por poucos dias, com essa pessoinha linda, alegre, prestativa, atenciosa e que tem uma conversa agradabilíssima. Ah, e que dividiu comigo uma boa Weissbier!!! Adi, valeu por tudo! Adorei poder te abraçar e ouvir tua voz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra vocês dois eu deixo um grande beijo e minha modesta mas sincera homenagem. Estou com muita saudade de vocês. Nos vemos em breve, se os céus quiserem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, só pra não perder o hábito, aí vai um trecho de uma música, que dedico a vocês dois:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Não preciso nem dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo isso que eu te digo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas é muito bom saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que você é meu amigo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-686307109719018180?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/686307109719018180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=686307109719018180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/686307109719018180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/686307109719018180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-duas-pessoas-especiais.html' title='Para duas pessoas especiais'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SgxjDe1zt1I/AAAAAAAAByg/iyH6fH5nFAg/s72-c/PICT0331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-8120132094487269810</id><published>2009-04-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:58:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAÚDE</title><content type='html'>Semana passada estove beeemm dodói, mas não foi dessa vez que morri. Mas essa experiência me fez lembrar uma música da Rita Lee, devido às 1001 receitas diferentes que me deram pra cuar esse ou aquele sintoma. Aahhhh, saco!! De chazinhos à mais recente novidade da indústria farmacêutica, tudo me indicaram... me encheram de mandingas e pajelanças. Bem, sem delongas, eis a música:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saúde (Madame Lee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me cansei de lero-lero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá licença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu vou sair do sério&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais saúde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me cansei de escutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opiniões...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De como ter um mundo melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ninguém sai de cima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse chove-não-molha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou é cuidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como vai? Tudo bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar, contudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todavia, mas, porém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As águas vão rolar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se por acaso morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É sinal que amei demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas enquanto estou viva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheia de graça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez ainda faça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um monte de gente feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-8120132094487269810?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8120132094487269810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=8120132094487269810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8120132094487269810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8120132094487269810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/04/saude.html' title='SAÚDE'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-5687791906611473374</id><published>2009-03-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:58:14.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY IMORTAL - Evanescence</title><content type='html'>Num momento bem "down" que passei há quase 2 anos, minha amiga-borboleta Ju me apresentou essa música. Hoje, fuçando meus arquivos no computador, reencontrei esse vídeo e me bateu uma vontade enorme de ouvir e, consequentemente, de postar. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, não estou passando por nada daquilo que ocorreu em 2007... Apenas gosto muito dessa canção!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f04ca2373e52296f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df04ca2373e52296f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B4E612487FF52FF641D0B0415326BDAC561EB63.243B4FD950BE64850070C761F4C20B3EFEB4AB16%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df04ca2373e52296f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdPdamc07fBUqKlj1ZL02BAmTU-Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df04ca2373e52296f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B4E612487FF52FF641D0B0415326BDAC561EB63.243B4FD950BE64850070C761F4C20B3EFEB4AB16%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df04ca2373e52296f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdPdamc07fBUqKlj1ZL02BAmTU-Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-5687791906611473374?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f04ca2373e52296f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/5687791906611473374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=5687791906611473374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/5687791906611473374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/5687791906611473374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-imortal-evanescence.html' title='MY IMORTAL - Evanescence'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-4293353463547252140</id><published>2009-03-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:49:31.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabella Taviani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SbCQOD8ol8I/AAAAAAAAByA/LKahEfGpWak/s1600-h/it1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SbCQOD8ol8I/AAAAAAAAByA/LKahEfGpWak/s320/it1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309902531922008002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SbCPSRlMDbI/AAAAAAAABx4/9zUFN8nmJQM/s1600-h/it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SbCPSRlMDbI/AAAAAAAABx4/9zUFN8nmJQM/s320/it.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309901504789614002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absurdo!!! Até agora nunca postei nada da Isabella Taviani, uma das cantoras recentes da MPB que mais admiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabela é uma cantora que no palco impressiona pelo vigor com que canta, pela emoção que transmite em suas apresentações, pela força de suas letras (alguns a comparam com a Ana Carolina... gosto da Ana, mas não vejo sentido na comparação - a não ser pelo tom da voz - e  acho que a Isabella não se permite influenciar tanto pelas tendências mercadológicas). Mas, nos bastidores, Isabella é meiga, doce. Ela é daquelas artistas que sempre me levarão aos seus shows, mesmo que ela venha dez vezes por ano à minha cidade (nos últimos 12 meses, houve quatro shows no Recife e estive em todos); é daquelas que sempre terei todos os álbuns; daquelas que sempre me farão arrepiar ao ouvir; uma artista cujas canções em qualquer momento dirão algo sobre mim. Enfim, toda minha admiração a esta artista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No vídeo, "Foto Polaroid", uma das minhas preferidas, e, sem dúvida, uma de suas letras mais fortes e carregadas de emoção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah... aprendi a postar fotos... amei hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab9daff83c431209" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SbCQOD8ol8I/AAAAAAAAByA/LKahEfGpWak/s72-c/it1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-5805271409645950171</id><published>2009-03-02T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:13:42.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one, day one, start over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; text-transform: none; "&gt;Not as we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Reborn and shivering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spat out on new terrain&lt;br /&gt;Unsure, unconvincing&lt;br /&gt;This faint and shaky hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one, day one&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Step one, step one&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely making sense for now&lt;br /&gt;I'm faking it till I'm pseudo making it&lt;br /&gt;From scratch begin again but this time "I" as "I"&lt;br /&gt;And not as "we"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gun shy and quivering&lt;br /&gt;Timid without a hand&lt;br /&gt;Feign brave with steel intent&lt;br /&gt;Little and hardly here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one, day one&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Step one, step one&lt;br /&gt;With not much making sense just yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm faking it till I'm pseudo making it&lt;br /&gt;From scratch begin again but this time "I" as "I"&lt;br /&gt;And not as "we"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wet toward&lt;br /&gt;Wide open frayed&lt;br /&gt;If God's taking bets&lt;br /&gt;I pray He wants to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one, day one&lt;br /&gt;Start over again&lt;br /&gt;Step one, step one&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely making sense just yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm faking it till I'm pseudo making it&lt;br /&gt;From scratch begin again but this time "I" as "I"&lt;br /&gt;And not as "we"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-321e759fb3247092" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param 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che dai&lt;br /&gt;è darti senza fiato&lt;br /&gt;se la scelta che fai&lt;br /&gt;è una carezza in piu´&lt;br /&gt;se è nel tempo che hai&lt;br /&gt;il tuo vero alleato&lt;br /&gt;un sentiero che ormai&lt;br /&gt;io non passavo piu´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io mi abbandono a te&lt;br /&gt;a una pace affabile&lt;br /&gt;ed abbandono tutti i miei se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you´ll aways be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;resta qui&lt;br /&gt;nel posto che hai trovato&lt;br /&gt;you´ll always be inside of me&lt;br /&gt;resta qui per un po´?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mi abbandono a te&lt;br /&gt;a una pace immobile&lt;br /&gt;poi ti abbandoni su di me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you´ll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;resto qui&lt;br /&gt;nel vento che hai portato&lt;br /&gt;you´ll always be inside of me&lt;br /&gt;resta qui per un po´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you´ll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;resto qui&lt;br /&gt;nel posto che ho cercato&lt;br /&gt;you´ll always be inside of me&lt;br /&gt;resto qui per un po´&lt;br /&gt;resta qui per un po´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you´ll always be a part of me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-4687048351166829123?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4687048351166829123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=4687048351166829123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4687048351166829123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4687048351166829123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-abbandono-te-laura-pausini.html' title='Mi Abbandono A Te (Laura Pausini)'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-4433100142516859801</id><published>2009-02-14T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:06:48.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALANIS, the uninvited</title><content type='html'>30/01, Chavrolet Hall, Recife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia e local de um dos shows que desde meus 14 anos eu aguardo: Alanis Morisette. Ídola de uma geração, ela influenciou milhões pelo mundo, com seu mega-vendido "Jagged little pill". Um furacão nos palcos, nas rádios, nos programas de TV... um turbilhão de emoções em suas letras carregadas de sentimentos, de angústia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, neste dia 30 de janeiro, o leão pareceu-me mais um gato persa. Alanis estava mais comedida no palco, mas cantando como nunca. Músicas como "You Oughta Know", ou "Uninvited" ganharam versões mais moderadas. Mas o que surpreendeu mais (negativamente) foi uma certa distância dela para com o público. Foram poucos acenos e pouco diálogo, para um público de mais de 10.000 pessoas que estavam aos seus pés. Mas, nem por isso o público desanimou (nem eu). A cada música, uma nova emoção. Quando ela cantou "You lear" e "Ironic", parecia que a casa ia abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumo da ópera... apesar da certa distância e de algumas falhas técnicas (ora por culpa da produção do show, ora por culpa da casa) valeu muito a pena vê-la ao vivo, cantar com ela, dançar por ela... Foi a realização de um sonho de um membro da geração "That I Would Be Good" (que por sinal, ela não cantou). Se eu iria de novo? Iria, sim... várias vezes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vídeo, Uninvited, uma das melhores músicas dela e um dos pontos altos do show (OBS: essa vídeo não se refere ao show em Recife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d19293064ea47ed8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd19293064ea47ed8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18C7663FF7494021889A2FDA9AF3EC6666310721.596891540B270458DD02C5C1E7A2653AF6B73B8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd19293064ea47ed8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DijDK492R0U6oX_W7EySAFH3WBGw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd19293064ea47ed8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18C7663FF7494021889A2FDA9AF3EC6666310721.596891540B270458DD02C5C1E7A2653AF6B73B8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd19293064ea47ed8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DijDK492R0U6oX_W7EySAFH3WBGw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-4433100142516859801?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d19293064ea47ed8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4433100142516859801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=4433100142516859801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4433100142516859801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4433100142516859801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2009/02/alanis-uninvited.html' title='ALANIS, the uninvited'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-3625627174571582735</id><published>2008-12-17T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:14:09.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEATRO MÁGICO</title><content type='html'>Nada a comentar por hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas posto uma música linda, que dedico aos meus amigos! O refrão dela fala por mim! A música se chama "O anjo mais velho", do grupo músico-circence O Teatro Mágico, que aprendi a gostar nesse ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando no ano que se vai, desejo a todos nós um Feliz 2009 ... que esse ano novo venha repleto das coisas boas que 2008 não conseguiu trazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ebf5111354b117" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08ebf5111354b117%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D300008A67591F5C437DE9475850CBB2445EABC.5195BC53A582656B59D522F6D7691630847929C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ebf5111354b117%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbBHfl5Dpe4Nzz7Exk1d2hsOvEjs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08ebf5111354b117%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D300008A67591F5C437DE9475850CBB2445EABC.5195BC53A582656B59D522F6D7691630847929C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ebf5111354b117%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbBHfl5Dpe4Nzz7Exk1d2hsOvEjs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-3625627174571582735?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ebf5111354b117&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3625627174571582735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=3625627174571582735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/3625627174571582735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/3625627174571582735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/12/nada-comentar-por-hoje.html' title='O TEATRO MÁGICO'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-8372007200158557769</id><published>2008-12-06T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:54:12.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nara Leão</title><content type='html'>No final do mês passado, fui veo o show da Fernanda Takai (maravilhoso) em homenagem à cantora Nara Leão. Saí do show em extase pela performance da Fernanda e por relembrar algumas músicas da Nara que há muito não ouvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este post é uma das canções da Nara que mais gosto, "Luz negra", música também presente no CD e no show da Takai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35048968190150d0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35048968190150d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B09B335F1BDEBE18301612F69A8A7CBEBD0E218.85F9E00CC79AF7FAFFDA42B39A1069A3FA1D7F78%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35048968190150d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlRPx2WW6PJd8aE7JdA-Mp4apvwk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35048968190150d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B09B335F1BDEBE18301612F69A8A7CBEBD0E218.85F9E00CC79AF7FAFFDA42B39A1069A3FA1D7F78%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35048968190150d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlRPx2WW6PJd8aE7JdA-Mp4apvwk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-8372007200158557769?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=35048968190150d0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8372007200158557769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=8372007200158557769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8372007200158557769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8372007200158557769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/12/nara-leo.html' title='Nara Leão'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-2899352878172123915</id><published>2008-11-15T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:45:49.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andar conmigo - Julieta Venegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay tanto que quiero contarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay tanto que quiero saber de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya podemos empezar poco a poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuentame que te trae por aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(....)  Hay tantos caminos por andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dime si tu quisieras andar conmigo.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JULIETA VENEGAS... meu novo vício mexicano. O vídeo não está muito bom, mas adoro essa música e minha volta, depois de um mês sem postar, tinha que ser com essa canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db322a8d314b7beb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-8564737990441380065</id><published>2008-10-22T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:12:25.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Carolina</title><content type='html'>Uma execelente cantora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma bela voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma linda canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma sensação estranha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8fb2da59a3ffd906" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8564737990441380065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=8564737990441380065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8564737990441380065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8564737990441380065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/10/ana-carolina.html' title='Ana Carolina'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-1596568459233101155</id><published>2008-10-08T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:12:05.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberto Carlos</title><content type='html'>De hoje em diante&lt;br /&gt;Vou modificar o meu modo de vida&lt;br /&gt;Naquele instante que você partiu&lt;br /&gt;Destruiu nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Agora não vou mais chorar&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de esperarDe esperar enfim&lt;br /&gt;E pra começar eu só vou gostar&lt;br /&gt;De quem gosta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não quero com isso dizer que o amor&lt;br /&gt;Não é bom sentimento&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão bela&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente ama e tem um amor&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que eu vou mudar&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ficar chorando até o fim&lt;br /&gt;E pra não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só vou gostar de quem gosta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não vai ser fácil eu bem sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu já procurei&lt;br /&gt;Não encontrei meu bem&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu falo por mim&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu vivo sem ninguém (...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-1596568459233101155?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/1596568459233101155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=1596568459233101155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/1596568459233101155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/1596568459233101155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/10/roberto-carlos.html' title='Roberto Carlos'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-958778015053940787</id><published>2008-10-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:10:25.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS, ADI</title><content type='html'>Esse post de hoje é pra homenagear uma aniversariante do dia:ADIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separei uma música que ela que gosta e que diz muito dela.. de mim também... enfim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não achei um vídeo decente, segue somente a letra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJS ADIII... Feliz aniversário procê. Sucesso, saúde e paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Quero Ir Pra Rua&lt;br /&gt;Paula Toller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou à cidade hoje à tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomar um chá de realidade e aventura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero ir pra rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ir pra rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomar a rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais aquela paúra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ser encarcerada pra ficar segura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já cansei de me trancar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me atirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já cansei de me prender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparecer, aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou da cidade e a cidade é minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na contramão do surto de agorafobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu quero ir pra rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero, quero ir pra rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levar a dura de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sair da minha laia, chegar na sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou à cidade sem compromisso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomar um chá, um chá de sumiço no olho da rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero ir pra rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero ir pra rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar a rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomar, bem que se podia, ar fresco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topar Banksy a pintar afrescos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já cansei de me trancar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me atirarJá cansei de me prender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparecer, aparecer, desaparecer ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-958778015053940787?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/958778015053940787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=958778015053940787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/958778015053940787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/958778015053940787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/10/parabns-adi.html' title='PARABÉNS, ADI'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-4549133930205832112</id><published>2008-09-26T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:37:39.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que alguma coisa nisso tudo faz sentido...</title><content type='html'>Dia desses, conversava com uma amiga pelo orkut (sim, papo pelo orkut é possível) e, lá pelas tantas, estávamos conversando através de versos de músicas da Paula Toller e do Kid Abelha. Garanto: estávamos nos entendendo perfeitamente. Cada verso, uma idéia, um novo sentimento, uma nova emoção que aflorava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, uma música em especial me tocou mais que as outras e é ela que posto agora. Sem imagem e sem som, somente a letra. Letra profunda... sincera... confusa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LÁGRIMAS E CHUVAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o sono e choro&lt;br /&gt;Sei que quase desespero&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei por quê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite é muito longa&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou capaz de certas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não quis fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Nisso tudo, faz sentido?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é sempre um risco&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo do perigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas e chuva&lt;br /&gt;Molham o vidro da janela&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém me vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é muito injusto&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou plantão nos meus problemas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe alguém&lt;br /&gt;Ou algum motivo importante&lt;br /&gt;Que justifique a vida&lt;br /&gt;Ou pelo menos este instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou contando as horas&lt;br /&gt;E fico ouvindo passos&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o fim da história&lt;br /&gt;De mil e uma noitesDe suspense no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe alguém no mundo?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-4549133930205832112?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4549133930205832112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=4549133930205832112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4549133930205832112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4549133930205832112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/09/ser-que-alguma-coisa-nisso-tudo-faz.html' title='Será que alguma coisa nisso tudo faz sentido...'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-7229334903794886936</id><published>2008-09-06T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:58:08.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada sei dessa vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Conversando hj com meu amigão Marcos e com minha mais nova melhor amiga de infância, Adi, essa música me surgiu em mente.  Mas eram conversas distintas, em separado.  Isso confirma o quão essa música está arraigada em mim, em minha vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desde que ouvi esta canção pela primeira vez, me identifiquei de pronto. Até hoje... E no meu momento atual , esta música soa como um hino, quase um mantra.  Ela me descreve com a perfeição de uma luva sob medida; ela fala de mim como um pastor fala de Deus; ela me entende como um bom músico compreende seu instrumento... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enfim.. nada sei dessa vida e seguirei errando enquanto o tempo me deixar passar! Que lugar me pertence? Qual é a minha casa? Io vorrei fuggire via e nascondermi da tutto questo, ma resto immobile qui...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adi, Marcos e Ju, um beijo procês.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8ed622b22ffda1b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8ed622b22ffda1b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55C283EB054396606600228F1CA9F54014B0EF48.115C59F6B347ADAACBE71F4F2481ACAC00532938%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8ed622b22ffda1b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF26LWawXap8tMbLUf8y6Ei2d0QE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8ed622b22ffda1b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55C283EB054396606600228F1CA9F54014B0EF48.115C59F6B347ADAACBE71F4F2481ACAC00532938%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8ed622b22ffda1b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF26LWawXap8tMbLUf8y6Ei2d0QE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-7229334903794886936?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a8ed622b22ffda1b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7229334903794886936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=7229334903794886936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/7229334903794886936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/7229334903794886936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/09/nada-sei-dessa-vida.html' title='Nada sei dessa vida....'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-4349295031936355190</id><published>2008-09-04T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:16:12.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADRIANA CALCANHOTTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O Brasil é mesmo a terra das cantoras; e eu nunca escondi que sou amante das cantoras, apaixonado por vozes femininas. Conto nos dedos de uma mão os cantores que realmente gosto e, da mesma forma, as cantoras de que não gosto. Costumo até dizer que homens deveriam ser proibídos, pela constituição, de cantar (hahahahaha).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pois bem, o post de hoje é em homenagem a uma das grandes cantoras da safra atual da música brasileira, e uma de minhas preferidas: Adriana Calcanhotto. E uma de suas mais lindas músicas (será que dá pra eleger): Mentiras, uma música (des)amor e um clamor por atenção. Será que estou assim hoje em dia? Acho que sim... penso que nao.. Ah, talvez!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijos e abraços.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91c3a17d3b86a645" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91c3a17d3b86a645%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55DE8FF0C624895A742AB40FA8239FA15D76B07B.1A74CB64A61E400D7DA2E0E1DC22D0D787D1140A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91c3a17d3b86a645%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcqD0OTryHF_sLDncxkgWOM185SA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91c3a17d3b86a645%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55DE8FF0C624895A742AB40FA8239FA15D76B07B.1A74CB64A61E400D7DA2E0E1DC22D0D787D1140A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91c3a17d3b86a645%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcqD0OTryHF_sLDncxkgWOM185SA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-4349295031936355190?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=91c3a17d3b86a645&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/4349295031936355190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=4349295031936355190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4349295031936355190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/4349295031936355190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/09/adriana-calcanhotto.html' title='ADRIANA CALCANHOTTO'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-3689989669035631673</id><published>2008-08-21T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:25:14.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anos 80...</title><content type='html'>Meu povo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, nas minhas naveganças pelo youtube, vi várias pérolas dos anos 80... Putzz.. como eu cantei e dancei em cima da cadeira. Pois bem, vou postar um desses vídeos que vi: RPM. Quem nao cantou Loiras geladas, Olhar 43 ou Revoluções por minuto, que atire a primeira pedra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b098bf88780403c1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db098bf88780403c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EC6A91776EC2BFACAAFC8B9DE0914D40A761B50.75AD487D483C736271A9261846133C429FADF133%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db098bf88780403c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D83hsZoGNHyeFTZwmAz_vMb6wmtY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db098bf88780403c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EC6A91776EC2BFACAAFC8B9DE0914D40A761B50.75AD487D483C736271A9261846133C429FADF133%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db098bf88780403c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D83hsZoGNHyeFTZwmAz_vMb6wmtY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-3689989669035631673?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b098bf88780403c1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3689989669035631673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=3689989669035631673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/3689989669035631673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/3689989669035631673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/08/anos-80.html' title='Anos 80...'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-7343204198455405387</id><published>2008-08-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:40:02.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long way from home.</title><content type='html'>Hoje vou quebrar um pouco o protocolo e não postarei um vídeo, mas apenas a letra de uma música. Mais uma vez, posto a Paula Toller; uma música cujo refrão é meu mantra hoje, pois cada vez mais "I'm feeling like a long way from home". Infelizmente a convivência, se  é algo que, ao invés de ser bom, pode minar certas relações. E é isso que está me fazendo sentir "long way from home". Já não me identifico com certas coisas/pessoas, já passei da idade de viver a vida dos outros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem... desabafos à parte, eis a canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long way from home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paula Toller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a mirror stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;but it's a stranger's face in there&lt;br /&gt;Rake my hair back with a plastic comb&lt;br /&gt;Where'd I go?&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a long way from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were sweet to care for me&lt;br /&gt;And gently stroke my hair for me&lt;br /&gt;Put me on a mattress made of foam&lt;br /&gt;And whisper low&lt;br /&gt;but I'm feeling like I'm a long way from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what I'm doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep again won't come to meI walk outside&lt;br /&gt;The galaxies and stars surround the whole world like adome&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm feeling like I'm a long, long way from home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-7343204198455405387?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7343204198455405387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=7343204198455405387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/7343204198455405387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/7343204198455405387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-way-from-home.html' title='Long way from home.'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-6521711399478603739</id><published>2008-08-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:17:58.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Topo do mundo</title><content type='html'>Olá, pessoas... demorei mas voltei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música de hoje não tem muito de especial, muito menos a cantora (Daniela Mercury), mas recentemente a ouvi no rádio e lembrei que gostava dessa canção. A letra é bem bonitinha!!! Quero dedicá-la a todos os meus amigos verdadeiros, pois, por eles eu iria no topo do mundo só pra encontrá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e929bbe2a9f74cc1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De929bbe2a9f74cc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D450193264428CD3CB2D0B461ADC4832363F627A2.77DE486B14F93E92D4DF98571F8422AB2086063E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De929bbe2a9f74cc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6k6MWn8Z7x3FijKwYmStqGv0-08&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De929bbe2a9f74cc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D450193264428CD3CB2D0B461ADC4832363F627A2.77DE486B14F93E92D4DF98571F8422AB2086063E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De929bbe2a9f74cc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6k6MWn8Z7x3FijKwYmStqGv0-08&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-6521711399478603739?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e929bbe2a9f74cc1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/6521711399478603739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=6521711399478603739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/6521711399478603739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/6521711399478603739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/08/topo-do-mundo.html' title='Topo do mundo'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-3749768263701247914</id><published>2008-08-04T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:56:25.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come se non fosse stato mai amore</title><content type='html'>A música ja fala por si só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canção faz parte do repertório de uma cantora que admiro muito: &lt;strong&gt;Laura Pausini.&lt;/strong&gt; Suas músicas estão longe de ter uma conotação filosófica ou de exprimir dramas e alegrias de forma alegórica. Ao contrário: ela canta tudo isso de forma muito simples, meiga e direta. Sem falar na voz linda que ela tem. Acompanho sua carreira desde que ela surgiu no cenário musical italiano, em 1993, quando ela venceu o festival de San Remo, com a música "La Solitudine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra vocês, uma de suas canções que mais gosto: Come se non fosse stato mai amore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7046f533672408a1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7046f533672408a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20781BEEB3575E50E14D39F9DC50B5DF6BD17A98.BC2083842B1AE768ED2485FCD34AE935A736F05%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7046f533672408a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtU80Wjk9I8qyIFNKVME12RS-4OA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7046f533672408a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20781BEEB3575E50E14D39F9DC50B5DF6BD17A98.BC2083842B1AE768ED2485FCD34AE935A736F05%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7046f533672408a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtU80Wjk9I8qyIFNKVME12RS-4OA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-3749768263701247914?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7046f533672408a1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3749768263701247914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=3749768263701247914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/3749768263701247914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/3749768263701247914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/08/come-se-non-fosse-stato-mai-amore.html' title='Come se non fosse stato mai amore'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-8436048217017524046</id><published>2008-07-30T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:49:15.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu to tentando ser feliz...</title><content type='html'>No post anteior, falei da Paula Toller madura e que estava voando para além do pop. Mas, nesse novo post, resolvi voltar um pouco no tempo e mostrar a vocês uma música do último cd gravado pelo Kid, em 2004. A música se chama "Eu tô tentando" e fala de nossa busca eterna pela felicidade. Que felicidade?? Bah... sei lá?? Cada um tem suas idéias e "projetos" do que seja isso. Largar o cigarrro? Criar um filho?? Fazer um mestrado?? Tudo isso e nada disso... Essa música diz muito de meu momento atual, momento de reflexão, de valorização dos verdadeiros amigos e de busca de paz de espírito. Enfim, como diz a música, eu tô tentando ser feliz!!! E nunca, nunca, deixo de sorrir, de rir, de brincar com meus amigos. Não preciso dizer nomes... Eles sabem quem eles são!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços a todos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMENTEMMM!! PER FAVOREEEEEEE!! rsssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-28391bef1e39fdff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D28391bef1e39fdff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D2C656094063945DB2C1FDD9FFD28C2FFFEFABC.73085032C590D0419C06BD4E4E873F07896E8D32%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28391bef1e39fdff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNQhktqjk_F7XQTLneQZer-ZTtoM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D28391bef1e39fdff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D2C656094063945DB2C1FDD9FFD28C2FFFEFABC.73085032C590D0419C06BD4E4E873F07896E8D32%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28391bef1e39fdff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNQhktqjk_F7XQTLneQZer-ZTtoM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-8436048217017524046?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=28391bef1e39fdff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/8436048217017524046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=8436048217017524046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8436048217017524046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/8436048217017524046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-to-tentando-ser-feliz.html' title='Eu to tentando ser feliz...'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-9207001822428821074</id><published>2008-07-28T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:54:49.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Toller</title><content type='html'>Desde que me entendo por gente, eu ouço &lt;strong&gt;Paula Toller, &lt;/strong&gt;uma de minhas cantoras preferidas. Obviamente que a ouvia enquanto vocalista do Kid Abela. Mas a Paula que vou postar agora não é a cantora pop dos anos 80, nem a que vendeu mais que banana em feira com um Acústico MTV. Mas vou postar uma Paula madura, segura, uma cantora com ares de diva. Em seu segundo trabalho sólo (SóNós), Paula se mostrau capaz de romper as barreiras do pop e voar mais alto, num álbum super bem trabalhado, com letras impecáveis (composições próprias em português e em inglês) e arranjos que nos remetem a bons e remotos tempos, muito distantes da era "bota a mão pra cima". Uma cantora madura e sedutora, com um disco com padrões internacionais de qualidade. Como disseram em um jornal lá do Rio, "coloque a Paula num vestido de um ombro só e a ponha pra cantar "Long way from home" e feche os olhos... Você pode chegar bem pereto da quintessência do cool. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, neste post, minha música favorita no SóNós, "&lt;strong&gt;All Over&lt;/strong&gt;", um lindo dueto com Donavan Frankenreiter! Espero que vocês curtam a música como eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Esse post eu dedico a Juliana e a Adilene. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a49f8610489df30e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da49f8610489df30e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F771B8F52EC22F978158024E3A29B547B97AC93.6BDA38622B0250DDE2412D60BD70BC7E59792321%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da49f8610489df30e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaAlRf0LS0B3UlaxaZPKEgp-zlac&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da49f8610489df30e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F771B8F52EC22F978158024E3A29B547B97AC93.6BDA38622B0250DDE2412D60BD70BC7E59792321%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da49f8610489df30e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaAlRf0LS0B3UlaxaZPKEgp-zlac&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-9207001822428821074?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/9207001822428821074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=9207001822428821074&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/9207001822428821074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/9207001822428821074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/07/paula-toller.html' title='Paula Toller'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-7221692496040975165</id><published>2008-07-26T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:02:08.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra começar..</title><content type='html'>Pra dar início aos trabalhos, meu primeiro post será de uma música de &lt;strong&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/strong&gt;, cantora britânica que estou ouvindo muito atualmente. Amy canta seus dramas de uma forma visceral; quanto talento; que voz poderosa. Ao ouví-la pela primeira vez, pensei que se tratasse de uma daquelas grandes "divas" do jazz estadunidense, mas quando a vi... nossa.. tão pequenininha, com uma aparêcia tão frágil, mas com uma força e uma vontade de viver que só ela tem! E que voz!!! Então, para dividir com todos o prazer que tenho em ouvir "questa cantante", posto a minha música preferida: Back to black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-428f9a82bb2dd1de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D428f9a82bb2dd1de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1320348AFE10EA86D3B4115C4052C25A21AE9B71.13DB9936711E908DEEA9F8AC906EDE77D703BE37%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D428f9a82bb2dd1de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddz5hFlSrgMpxw8jcWIzHyupX02A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D428f9a82bb2dd1de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884226%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1320348AFE10EA86D3B4115C4052C25A21AE9B71.13DB9936711E908DEEA9F8AC906EDE77D703BE37%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D428f9a82bb2dd1de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddz5hFlSrgMpxw8jcWIzHyupX02A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-7221692496040975165?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=428f9a82bb2dd1de&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/7221692496040975165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=7221692496040975165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/7221692496040975165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/7221692496040975165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/07/pra-comear.html' title='Pra começar..'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505871609440680040.post-3705902006380921127</id><published>2008-07-26T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:07:44.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até eu!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bem, minha queridíssima amiga Borboleta me convenceu a aderir ao mundo dos bloggeiros, e eu aceitei! Me inspirei, ainda, em meu melhor amigo, recém-bloggeiro. Diante disso, cá estou. Nesse blog, não irei relatar meus dias nem escrever grandes reflexões, mas vou me expressar a partir daquilo que mais me define: música. Eu sou altamente musical, tenho uma música pra cada momento, pra cada dia, para cada circunstância... A idéia de um blogg apenas com músicas já é antiga, mas só agora tomei fôlego para operacionalizá-la. Espero que agrade aos olhos e, principalmente, aos ouvidos de todos. Enfim, como dizem lá num programa televisivo qualquer, entre e fique à vontade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505871609440680040-3705902006380921127?l=flaviosaneto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/feeds/3705902006380921127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5505871609440680040&amp;postID=3705902006380921127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/3705902006380921127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505871609440680040/posts/default/3705902006380921127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaviosaneto.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-eu.html' title='Até eu!!!!'/><author><name>Flavinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145832963500831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8J3MQRVsfc/SjW6XFcJd8I/AAAAAAAAB3U/L0N5wcUTzBM/S220/Rio+148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
