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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1107509295428859790</id><published>2009-09-03T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:11:11.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus Viana'/><title type='text'>MARCUS VIANA - Carinhos quentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra amiga Fátima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SqBnytp6K7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/pUYjN7e886E/s1600-h/foto3_16072007184418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377412076026866610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SqBnytp6K7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/pUYjN7e886E/s320/foto3_16072007184418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um homem vai te responder:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Cheirar uma flor, morder a fruta boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma mulher vai te dizer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Mergulhar no coração, sem medo até o fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Terra sonhando com a chuva do céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Floresce a semente e a doçura do mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Querida querendo pra sempre ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carinhos tão quentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mistérios do querer bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É festa de luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando é manhã no céu de um amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfuma e reluz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a vida faz sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E se a tarde cai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adormecendo o sol da paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espera no cais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O barco da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E cruzam as águas, guerreiros do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na eterna procura de ouvir a canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas ondas, sereias e os olhos no céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A estrela, a princesa e seus beijos de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Marcus Viana - Gravado por Sagrado Coração da Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-1107509295428859790?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1107509295428859790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/marcus-viana-carinhos-quentes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1107509295428859790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1107509295428859790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/09/marcus-viana-carinhos-quentes.html' title='MARCUS VIANA - Carinhos quentes'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SqBnytp6K7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/pUYjN7e886E/s72-c/foto3_16072007184418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5080581693816733876</id><published>2009-08-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:20:04.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRED MARTINS'/><title type='text'>FRED MARTINS - Tempo a fora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SpG-SZ2anuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gYJckvIldxo/s1600-h/fm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285053815758562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SpG-SZ2anuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gYJckvIldxo/s320/fm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Onde mora a ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;onde a chuva me alaga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;onde a água mole perfura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dura pedra da mágoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu tenho o tempo do mundo, tenho o mundo afora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu tenho o tempo do mundo, tenho o mundo afora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quando o carinho acontece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;quando a garoa é macia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e se cura e se esquece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a dor num canto vazio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu tenho o tempo do mundo, tenho o mundo afora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu tenho o tempo do mundo, tenho o mundo afora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Onde a alma se lava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;aonde o corpo me leva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;onde a calma se espalha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;onde o porto me espelha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu tenho o tempo do mundo, tenho o mundo afora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu tenho o tempo do mundo, tenho o mundo afora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quando me lembro de tudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;quando me visto de nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e me chove e descubro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;quanto você me esperava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu tenho o tempo do mundo, tenho o mundo afora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eu tenho o tempo do mundo, tenho o mundo afora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Frederico Ribeiro Martins&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/4540818653681850442-5080581693816733876?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5080581693816733876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/08/tempo-fora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1352605490690625</id><published>2009-06-12T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:49:23.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOLORES DURAN'/><title type='text'>DOLORES DURAN - A Noite de meu bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SjKS6wNKIRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OFBpnT1Pkcc/s1600-h/dolores%20duran%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497245712359698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SjKS6wNKIRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OFBpnT1Pkcc/s320/dolores%2520duran%252001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje eu quero a rosa mais linda que houver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E a primeira estrela que vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje eu quero paz de criança dormindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E abandono de flores se abrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero a alegria de um barco voltando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero ternura de irmãos se encontrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah! eu quero o amor, o amor mais profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu quero toda beleza do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah! como este bem demorou a chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu já nem sei se terei no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Toda pureza que eu quero lhe dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adiléia Silva da Rocha - Dolores Duran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SjKS6wNKIRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OFBpnT1Pkcc/s72-c/dolores%2520duran%252001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-2184463284123750414</id><published>2009-06-01T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:22:02.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GUTEMBERG GUARABIRA'/><title type='text'>GUARABIRA - Margarida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiQbhOGyQGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/kitYTL1sjcA/s1600-h/0x0_638895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342425315504439394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiQbhOGyQGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/kitYTL1sjcA/s320/0x0_638895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei, terras do meu reino em vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por senhora que perdi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E por quem fui descobrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me crer-mais-ei aqui, me encerrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou cantor e cantarei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que em procuras de amor morri, ai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dor que no meu peito dói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que destróis assim de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem sei que eu achei enfim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que adiantou a dor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas me queimou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois por não saber de amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ela ainda rainha está&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ela está em seu castelo, olê, olê, olá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ela está em seu castelo, olê, seus cavaleiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ora peçam que apareça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois por mais que me eu me ofereça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais me evita essa senhora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu já fui rei, já fui cantor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou ser guerreiro, um perfeito cavaleiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Armadura, escudo, espada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra seguir na escalada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belo motivo, é por amor que vou lutando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E pelas pedras do castelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma eu já vou retirando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E retirando uma pedra, olê, olê,olá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais uma pedra não faz falta, olê, seus cavaleiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que ainda correm pelo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouçam só por um segundo, que eu acabo de vencer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retirei pedras de orgulhos, majestades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixei todas de humildades,de amores sem reinado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ela então se me rendeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu já fui rei, já fui cantor, já fui guerreiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E agora enfim sou companheiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da mulher que apareceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apareceu a Margarida, olê, olê, olá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apareceu a Margarida, olê, seus cavaleiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gutemberg Guarabira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-2184463284123750414?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/2184463284123750414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/06/guarabira-margarida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2184463284123750414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2184463284123750414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/06/guarabira-margarida.html' title='GUARABIRA - Margarida'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiQbhOGyQGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/kitYTL1sjcA/s72-c/0x0_638895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5616905873012373848</id><published>2009-05-30T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:48:45.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NELSON ANGELO'/><title type='text'>NELSON ÂNGELO - Fazenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiHUNBXhscI/AAAAAAAAAas/5DnxuhCoPts/s1600-h/Nelson-Angelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341783953208619458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiHUNBXhscI/AAAAAAAAAas/5DnxuhCoPts/s320/Nelson-Angelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Água de beber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bica no quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sede de viver tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E o esquecer era tão normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que o tempo parava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E a meninada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Respirava o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Até vir a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E os velhos falavam coisas dessa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu era criança, hoje é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E no amanhã, nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Água de beber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bica no quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sede de viver tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E o esquecer era tão normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que o tempo parava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tinha sabiá, tinha laranjeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tinha manga-rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tinha o sol da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E na despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tios na varanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jipe na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E o coração lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tios na varanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jipe na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E o coração lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nelson Ângelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-5616905873012373848?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5616905873012373848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/nelson-angelo-fazenda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5616905873012373848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5616905873012373848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/nelson-angelo-fazenda.html' title='NELSON ÂNGELO - Fazenda'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiHUNBXhscI/AAAAAAAAAas/5DnxuhCoPts/s72-c/Nelson-Angelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8824666529308858287</id><published>2009-05-30T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:50:23.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FÁTIMA GUEDES'/><title type='text'>FÁTIMA GUEDES - Fulano, Beltrano e Sicrano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiG93uksCjI/AAAAAAAAAak/9xFYXgMZalo/s1600-h/826043452_a3e65f3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341759398130485810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiG93uksCjI/AAAAAAAAAak/9xFYXgMZalo/s320/826043452_a3e65f3038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Taí, uma mulher com pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Habilmente dividida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Três homens no meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Três caminhos sem saída:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;O Fulano é meu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;O Beltrano é meu marido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;O Sicrano é meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E a briga cá é comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu é que sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Teve de ser com Fulano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;De quem eu sou a pela fraca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A amante mais devassa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Seu estopim de desgraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;De encontros em pleno dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E o medo que ele me passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E a pressa que ele me passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu sei que se ele me aperta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sente em meio seio a fogaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu sou mil vezes melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Embora ele adore a outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Fulano me deixa louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Beltrano me quis primeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Arrebatou-me princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Viril, forte e cavalheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Elogiou minha beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E Beltrano me escolheu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pra ser o que há de mais seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A mãe de seus garotinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Todos de olhos tranqüilos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Seus filhinhos, meus filhinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Beltrano é o que há de mais puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mas Sicrano ainda me olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Com tanto apego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Gosta e não gosta de estar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sente no meu respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Uma nota de perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Me tira e me pôe nos seus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sicrano vai nisso há anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ele sabe que minha vontade é ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E me deixa esperar por de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sicrano me pôe doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;O Fulano é meu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;O Beltrano é meu marido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;O Sicrano é meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E a briga cá é comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu é que sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maria de Fátima Guedes&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-8824666529308858287?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8824666529308858287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatima-guedes-arco-iris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8824666529308858287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8824666529308858287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatima-guedes-arco-iris.html' title='FÁTIMA GUEDES - Fulano, Beltrano e Sicrano'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiG93uksCjI/AAAAAAAAAak/9xFYXgMZalo/s72-c/826043452_a3e65f3038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5237612135153813542</id><published>2009-05-29T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:59:22.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VANESSA DA MATA'/><title type='text'>VANESSA DA MATA - Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiAmznsbXYI/AAAAAAAAAac/cHlHFQaSsis/s1600-h/0724399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341311826331917698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiAmznsbXYI/AAAAAAAAAac/cHlHFQaSsis/s320/0724399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nosso sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se perdeu no fio da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E eu vou embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sem mais feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sem despedidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu quero ver o mar&lt;br /&gt;Se voltar desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ou se eles foram mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se lembrar dos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dos nossos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nossas juras de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Já desbotadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nossos beijos de outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Foram guardados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nosso mais belo plano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desperdiçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nossa graça e vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Derretem na chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se voltar desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ou se eles foram mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se lembrar dos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dos nossos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um costume de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fica agarrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As lembranças, os cheiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dilacerados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nossa bela história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tá no passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O amor que me tinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Era pouco e se acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se voltar desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ou se eles foram mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se lembrar dos tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dos nossos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lembre da nossa música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Musica: Liminha - Letra: Vanessa da Mata&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-5237612135153813542?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5237612135153813542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanessa-da-mata-musica.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5237612135153813542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5237612135153813542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanessa-da-mata-musica.html' title='VANESSA DA MATA - Música'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SiAmznsbXYI/AAAAAAAAAac/cHlHFQaSsis/s72-c/0724399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4346178176155643169</id><published>2009-05-16T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:59:40.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LULA QUEIROGA'/><title type='text'>LULA QUEIROGA - Você não disse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sg89PkS_rpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uTHMc6ze2iM/s1600-h/20090419164815200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336551421108006546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sg89PkS_rpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uTHMc6ze2iM/s320/20090419164815200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tudo que eu tinha a declarar virou espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;o que eu queria ter ouvido, você não disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;junta tudo de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;chega no mar e joga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;no raso também se afoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;você me empurrou do navio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;eu fui levado na onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;vim bater numa ilha de silêncio e de sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;o que era chama de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;agora é chama de palha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e eu vou morrendo na praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;o vento vem no meu olho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tempestade de areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a lua acende oceano, horizonte clareia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;deixa a maré me levar pra longe, longe, longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;onde a memória me foge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;eu tô dançando no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;com vagalumes em volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;uma corrente de amor te desprende, se solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;eu tô ouvindo sereias, lavadeiras, cirandeiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;me levam pro meio da roda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e deixa a roda girar pra longe, longe, longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;como o demônio me foge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e deixa a roda girar pra longe, longe, longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;onde a memória se esconde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lula Queiroga&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/4540818653681850442-4346178176155643169?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4346178176155643169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lula-queiroga-voce-nao-disse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4346178176155643169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4346178176155643169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lula-queiroga-voce-nao-disse.html' title='LULA QUEIROGA - Você não disse?'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sg89PkS_rpI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uTHMc6ze2iM/s72-c/20090419164815200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3883242755022152476</id><published>2009-05-13T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:59:56.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LUIZ TATIT'/><title type='text'>LUIZ TATIT - Dodói</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgthhUvOntI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kWM3NzQpag0/s1600-h/luiz_tatit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335465408680861394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgthhUvOntI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kWM3NzQpag0/s320/luiz_tatit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Eu ando tão dodói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas tão dodói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Que quando ando dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Quando não ando dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Meu corpo todo dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tendão dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dedão dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pomo-de-adão dó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;iOuvido dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Libido dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Fígado dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Até meu dom dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pois quando canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Não importa o tom dói &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Luiz Tatit&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/4540818653681850442-3883242755022152476?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3883242755022152476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/luiz-tatit-dodoi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3883242755022152476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3883242755022152476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/luiz-tatit-dodoi.html' title='LUIZ TATIT - Dodói'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgthhUvOntI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kWM3NzQpag0/s72-c/luiz_tatit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4751059375232312195</id><published>2009-05-13T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:00:28.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAULO TATIT'/><title type='text'>PAULO TATIT - Trilhares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgtgzcwfWOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UfvocjLvg1g/s1600-h/13627849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464620559653090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgtgzcwfWOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UfvocjLvg1g/s320/13627849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; As estrelas que de noite eu via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Todas elas lá no céu estão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mesmo sem vê-las durante o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Piscam no céu como o sol gordão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;São trilhares de estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E eu nem sabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Que estão lá no Céu até mesmo de dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Como pode o céu ter tanta estrela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Como pode? parece um mar de areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A areia que na praia eu via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tantos grãos que estão lá no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Punhadinhu de areia que eu pego na mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tantos grãos que não cabem na numeração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;São trilhares de grãos que eu nem sabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Que esse numero aumenta de noite e de dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Como pode uma praia ter tanta areia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Como pode? parece um Céu de estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tanta areiaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tanta estrelaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Paulo Tatit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-4751059375232312195?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4751059375232312195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/paulo-tatit-trilhares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4751059375232312195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4751059375232312195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/paulo-tatit-trilhares.html' title='PAULO TATIT - Trilhares'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgtgzcwfWOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UfvocjLvg1g/s72-c/13627849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1707683642281536220</id><published>2009-05-13T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:00:45.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARLOS SANDRONI'/><title type='text'>CARLOS SANDRONI - Pão doce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgta_5mB-7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/V059aZAp0vw/s1600-h/ju197-7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335458237389077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgta_5mB-7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/V059aZAp0vw/s320/ju197-7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não adianta mentir pra mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ficar me enganando, tentando dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que nunca na vida, nunca na vida eu gostei de pão doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;porque por mais que eu queira esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a verdade é que eu adorava pão doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;não podia passar sem pão doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;bastava ver padaria, que logo eu ia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que logo eu ia comprar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não adianta mentir pra mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;porque no fundo, porque no fundo eu sei muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que essa história toda de não comer açúcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que essa história toda de não comer pão branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que essa história toda de viver de mel e pão integral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;isso tudo só foi começar muito depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;depois de um tempo em que eu eratão completamente ingênua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tão sem força de vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que as doces delicadezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;de qualquer guloseima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lânguidas me seduziam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e minha língua sofria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;de incontrolável fascínio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;por cremes dourado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;se frutas cristalizadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;feito rubis incrustadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;nas crostas crocantes dos pães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mas hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hoje tudo é diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e eu olho pruma padaria, me ponho cismando, chego a duvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;como é que pôde um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;eu ter entrado tanto lá!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;porque por mais que eu queira, mas que eu queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mentir pra mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ficar me enganando, tentando dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que nunca na vida, nunca na vida eu gostei de pão doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;fazendo um exame detido, sendo sincera, eu tenho que admitir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que a verdade, meus amigos(pelo menos no que tange a trigos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a verdade no duro, doa a quem doer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;a verdade é que eu adorava pão doce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Carlos Sandroni - Gravada por Clara Sandroni e Adriana Calcanhoto&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/4540818653681850442-1707683642281536220?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1707683642281536220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/carlos-sandroni-pao-doce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1707683642281536220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1707683642281536220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/carlos-sandroni-pao-doce.html' title='CARLOS SANDRONI - Pão doce'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgta_5mB-7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/V059aZAp0vw/s72-c/ju197-7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-2252980023639210504</id><published>2009-05-12T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:24:48.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CELSO ADOLFO'/><title type='text'>CELSO ADOLFO - Nós dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgocnnzWqfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0fzOdop6SU4/s1600-h/foto_para_imprensa_1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335108175598627314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgocnnzWqfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0fzOdop6SU4/s320/foto_para_imprensa_1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; E nós que nem sabemos quanto nos queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que nem sabemos tudo que queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como é difícil o desejo de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Você que nunca soube quanto eu quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que não me coube, não me viu raiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nascendo, crescendo nos terrenos seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu na janela, olhando a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Perguntando à lua: onde você foi amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nós que nem soubemos nos querer de vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estamos sós, laçados em dois nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um que é meu beijo e outro é o lábio seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não sei sair cantando sem contar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que eu sei cantar mas conto com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que eu vou seguir mas vou seguir você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queria que assim sabendo se a gente se quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queria me rimar no seu colo mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vencer a vida de onde ela vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ganhar seu chegar no chegar meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dar de mim o homem que é seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Celso Adolfo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-2252980023639210504?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/2252980023639210504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/celso-adolfo-nos-dois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2252980023639210504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2252980023639210504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/celso-adolfo-nos-dois.html' title='CELSO ADOLFO - Nós dois'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgocnnzWqfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0fzOdop6SU4/s72-c/foto_para_imprensa_1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3047519282652245298</id><published>2009-05-12T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:01:25.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VANDER LEE'/><title type='text'>VANDER LEE - Esperando aviões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgobQTeF5bI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hHR_gNZyQ0Q/s1600-h/vlee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335106675492119986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgobQTeF5bI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hHR_gNZyQ0Q/s320/vlee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Meus olhos te viram triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Olhando pro infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tentando ouvir o som do próprio grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E o louco que ainda me resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Só quis te levar pra festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Você me amou de um jeito tão aflito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que eu queria poder te dizer sem palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu queria poder te cantar sem canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu queria viver morrendo em sua teia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Seu sangue correndo em minha veia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Seu cheiro morando em meus pulmões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cada dia que passo sem sua presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou um presidiário cumprindo sentença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou um velho diário perdido na areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esperando que você me leia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou pista vazia esperando aviões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sou o lamento no canto da sereia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esperando o naufrágio das embarcações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vanderly&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/4540818653681850442-3047519282652245298?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3047519282652245298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/vander-lee-esperando-avioes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3047519282652245298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3047519282652245298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/vander-lee-esperando-avioes.html' title='VANDER LEE - Esperando aviões'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgobQTeF5bI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hHR_gNZyQ0Q/s72-c/vlee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8032514052984366818</id><published>2009-05-09T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:01:46.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CATULO DA PAIXÃO CEARENSE'/><title type='text'>CATULO DA PAIXÃO CEARENSE - Por um beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWSKc_dImI/AAAAAAAAAWo/44N2Ya0FZU0/s1600-h/catulopaicea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333830041968910946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWSKc_dImI/AAAAAAAAAWo/44N2Ya0FZU0/s320/catulopaicea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ó ri, meu doce amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorri lágrimas da flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Teu sorriso inspira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A lira que afinei por teu falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E quer de amor vibrarAo sol de teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ri meu doce amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorri, pérola da flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Abre em teu lábio um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Onde um coração diviso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De algum anjo que desceu do azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Num teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Luz de poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vem dar a melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E musicar os versos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que eu mostrarei a Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Como eu te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alma dileta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E sem eu ser poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Irei fazer o eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Te aclamar nos céus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Irei estrelas lá no céu roubar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trarei da lua, um raio de luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Depois dos céus eu descerei ao mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E a pérola mais bela irei buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem recear as iras do Senhor, irei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Roubar os cofres do Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Trarei a essência do divino amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Se tu, velada no mais vasto véu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Concederes-me a vitória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A suprema gloria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De um só beijo teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Catulo da Paixão Cearense&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/4540818653681850442-8032514052984366818?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8032514052984366818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-um-beijo-catulo-da-paixao-cearense.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8032514052984366818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8032514052984366818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-um-beijo-catulo-da-paixao-cearense.html' title='CATULO DA PAIXÃO CEARENSE - Por um beijo'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWSKc_dImI/AAAAAAAAAWo/44N2Ya0FZU0/s72-c/catulopaicea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4975402835876235535</id><published>2009-05-09T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:02:08.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOÃO PERNAMBUCO'/><title type='text'>JOÃO PERNAMBUCO - Luar do Sertão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWRU7aL_HI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kJtkRhgbGrg/s1600-h/jp-fotooficial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333829122421161074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWRU7aL_HI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kJtkRhgbGrg/s320/jp-fotooficial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não há, ó gente, oh não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luar como este do sertão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh que saudade do luar da minha terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lá na serra branquejando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Folhas secas pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esse luar cá da cidade tão escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não tem aquela saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Do luar lá do sertão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se a lua nasce por detrás da verde mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mais porem um sol de prata prateando a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A gente pega na viola que ponteia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E a canção é a lua cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A nos nascer do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se Deus me ouvisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Com amor e caridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me faria essa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O ideal do coração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Era que a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A descontar me surpreendesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E eu morresse numa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;De luar do meu sertão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;João Teixeira Guimarães - João Pernambuco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-4975402835876235535?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4975402835876235535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/luar-do-sertao-joao-pernambuco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4975402835876235535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4975402835876235535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/luar-do-sertao-joao-pernambuco.html' title='JOÃO PERNAMBUCO - Luar do Sertão'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWRU7aL_HI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kJtkRhgbGrg/s72-c/jp-fotooficial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5766264156446955700</id><published>2009-05-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:50:34.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INDIO'/><title type='text'>ÍNDIO - Rasquei o seu retrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWQDhK2rwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/R2eTNv1GdDo/s1600-h/110217193_2d2e9ade3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333827723808124674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWQDhK2rwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/R2eTNv1GdDo/s320/110217193_2d2e9ade3c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tu disseste em juramento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;entre o véu do esquecimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que o meu nome é uma visão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tu tiveste a impiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de sorrir desta saudade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que me mata o coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se um retrato tu me deste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;foi zombando, tu disseste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;do amor que te ofertei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E eu em lágrimas desfeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quantas vezes junto ao peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o teu retrato conservei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu sei também ser ingrato! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meu coração, bem vês, já não te quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu ontem rasguei o teu retrato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ajoelhado aos pés de outra mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu que tanto te queria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu que tive a covardia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de chorar este amargor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trago aqui despedaçado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o teu retrato, pois vingado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hoje está o meu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As sentenças são extremas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faço o mesmo aos meus poemas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rasgo os versos que te fiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não te comova o meu pranto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pois quem te amou tanto, tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;foi um doido, um infeliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cândido Neves (Índio)&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/4540818653681850442-5766264156446955700?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5766264156446955700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/rasguei-o-teu-retrato-indio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5766264156446955700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5766264156446955700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/rasguei-o-teu-retrato-indio.html' title='ÍNDIO - Rasquei o seu retrato'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgWQDhK2rwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/R2eTNv1GdDo/s72-c/110217193_2d2e9ade3c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-2563215890160194310</id><published>2009-05-05T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:02:36.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARRIGO BARNABÉ'/><title type='text'>ARRIGO BARNABÉ - Deus de Preteje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgDTOBn2PAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/n95xgR66C6U/s1600-h/arrigo_barnabe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332494196713864194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgDTOBn2PAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/n95xgR66C6U/s320/arrigo_barnabe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Deus te preteje curumim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mim fala língua de pingüim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nem sim nem não nem nin nem são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mim fala língua macarrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Deus te preteje teu irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mim fala língua de crivão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Crivão que vem do carabono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Onde é que tá o meu cambono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Onde é que tá o meu cambono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ce deu tanta martelada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que eu não fala portugás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se mi fala inventada numa frágua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Num zá trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gil Vicente é mi ferreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Puruquê me fez primeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mi chamando Furunando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ele foi inventando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mi sá negro de crivão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hoje Gigante Negão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Arrigo Barnabé&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-2563215890160194310?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgDJDFq6x4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NxjZIZAKL-o/s320/paulo_coelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eu prefiro ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Essa metamorfose ambulante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Formada sobre tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eu quero dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Agora o oposto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que eu disse antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eu prefiro ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Essa metamorfose ambulante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Formada sobre tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Formada sobre tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Sobre o que é o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Sobre o que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Nem sei quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Se hoje eu sou estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Amanhã já se apagou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Se hoje eu te odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Amanhã lhe tenho amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Lhe tenho amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Lhe tenho horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Lhe faço amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eu sou um ator...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;É chato chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;A um objetivo num instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eu quero viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Nessa metamorfose ambulante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Formada sobre tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Formada sobre tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Sobre o que é o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Sobre o que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Nem sei quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Se hoje eu sou estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Amanhã já se apagou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Se hoje eu te odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Amanhã lhe tenho amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Lhe tenho amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Lhe tenho horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Lhe faço amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eu sou um ator...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eu vou desdizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Aquilo tudo que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Lhe disse antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eu prefiro ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Essa metamorfose ambulante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Formada sobre tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Formada sobre tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Formada sobre tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Do que ter aquela velha, velha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Opinião formada sobre tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-386022977642379149?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/386022977642379149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/metamorfose-ambulante-paulo-coelho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/386022977642379149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/386022977642379149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/metamorfose-ambulante-paulo-coelho.html' title='PAULO COELHO - Metamorfose Ambulante'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgDJDFq6x4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NxjZIZAKL-o/s72-c/paulo_coelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1042863973226340754</id><published>2009-05-05T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:03:05.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAUL SEIXAS'/><title type='text'>RAUL SEIXAS - Cavalos Calados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgDHFkKC6RI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SZrzOax2dkw/s1600-h/rs1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332480857225750802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgDHFkKC6RI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SZrzOax2dkw/s320/rs1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O termômetro registrou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a enfermeira confirmou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a minha morte aparente, a minha sorte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;minha camisa rasgada no peito, escorrendo óleo diesel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O relógio alarmou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a TV anunciou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a minha morte, preta e branca, a sua sorte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e o seu durex já não cola, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;já não basta o tapa-olho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu tenho mais um por entre as pernas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cabeludas, olhos e antenas sobresalentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O meu pulso não pulsou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o aparelho aceitou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a minha morte aparente, a sua sorte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;minha garganta sem voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;acordo semi-lúcido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;entre a morte e a morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;relembrando onde perdi a minha língua atrevida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pelas mortes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pelas vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pelas avenidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pelas Ave Marias cantadas em coro no meu violão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pelas ruas sem chão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meu corpo tem dois mil e tantos cavalos calados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Raul dos Santos Seixas&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/4540818653681850442-1042863973226340754?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1042863973226340754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/cavalos-calados-raul-seixas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1042863973226340754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1042863973226340754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/cavalos-calados-raul-seixas.html' title='RAUL SEIXAS - Cavalos Calados'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SgDHFkKC6RI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SZrzOax2dkw/s72-c/rs1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1623602662801628059</id><published>2009-05-04T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:03:24.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARNALDO BAPTISTA'/><title type='text'>ARNALDO BAPTISTA - Balada do Louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf-JEQPgkLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vl2hh_pVbPc/s1600-h/425503688_d43e00763d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332131190002454706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf-JEQPgkLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vl2hh_pVbPc/s320/425503688_d43e00763d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dizem que sou louco por pensar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se eu sou muito louco por eu ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mas louco é quem me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E não é feliz, não é feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se eles são bonitos, sou Alain Delon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se eles são famosos, sou Napoleão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mas louco é quem me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E não é feliz, não é feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu juro que é melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Não ser o normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se eu posso pensar que Deus sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se eles têm três carros, eu posso voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se eles rezam muito, eu já estou no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mas louco é quem me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E não é feliz, não é feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu juro que é melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Não ser o normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e eu posso pensar que Deus sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sim sou muito louco, não vou me curar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Já não sou o único que encontrou a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mas louco é quem me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E não é feliz, eu sou feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Arnaldo Dias Baptista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-1623602662801628059?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1623602662801628059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/balada-do-louco-arnaldo-baptista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1623602662801628059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1623602662801628059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/balada-do-louco-arnaldo-baptista.html' title='ARNALDO BAPTISTA - Balada do Louco'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf-JEQPgkLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vl2hh_pVbPc/s72-c/425503688_d43e00763d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-88367185144336512</id><published>2009-05-04T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:03:38.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERGIO DIAS'/><title type='text'>SÉRGIO DIAS - Filhos do silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf-KFiNNJqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RcCQqpAYS2M/s1600-h/915385165_5ce6012fb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132311516128930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf-KFiNNJqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RcCQqpAYS2M/s320/915385165_5ce6012fb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Isso é uma emergência um alerta vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o Brasil como um boi ao matadouro vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sangue econômico escorre esvaindo pelas mãos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aos senhores de Vera Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Verdes de angustia, amarelos de ódio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tudo azul de fome e brancos de pavor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Os pais do país nos pedem paz ordem e progresso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Descarrio do pavilhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;filhos do silêncio vem vamos dar as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;vem vamos dar as nossas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gritos do silêncio vem vamos dar as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;vem vamos dar as nossas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Os ratos roem as roupas dos reis dessa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Roma de Babal sintonisando Santa cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gerson ditou a lei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nos enrolando baseado nela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Entorpecente vício do poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sérgio Dias Baptista&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/4540818653681850442-88367185144336512?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/88367185144336512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/filhos-do-silencio-sergio-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/88367185144336512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/88367185144336512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/filhos-do-silencio-sergio-dias.html' title='SÉRGIO DIAS - Filhos do silêncio'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf-KFiNNJqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RcCQqpAYS2M/s72-c/915385165_5ce6012fb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8472432207803116941</id><published>2009-05-04T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:04:02.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAUSTO FAWCETT'/><title type='text'>SUPERNOVA - Fausto Fawcett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf9-i-Uj2WI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PCbxc8LEyJc/s1600-h/fausto_fawcett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332119623139842402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf9-i-Uj2WI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PCbxc8LEyJc/s320/fausto_fawcett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É nítido, direto e inquietante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu diria totalmente extravagante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nosso amor é agressivo no seu ímpeto lascivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De amizade escarnada no desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não tem calma o forte sim da tua presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fecundando minha mente e o fundo desse poço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Onde me jogo simplesmente por esporte boêmio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas é tão sério e maluco tá por um fio de tensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nosso amor é agressivo no seu ímpeto lascivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De amizade escarnada no desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Obtém aquele máximo poder de um casal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que é só mesmo destino de um pro outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No universo das paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amor assim é supernova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Certeiro na veia da carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Da alma, na carne da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fausto Fawcett - Gravada por Skank&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/4540818653681850442-8472432207803116941?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8472432207803116941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/supernova-fausto-fawcett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3892440424675206960</id><published>2009-05-04T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:05:27.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIBÉRIO GASPAR'/><title type='text'>TELETEMA - Tibério Gaspar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf80ONfBlLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/O7jPM4068ko/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332037902572557490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf80ONfBlLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/O7jPM4068ko/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf80Iem5IYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xo4QTnsgA14/s1600-h/FotoTiberioGaspareRogerioM.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rumo, estrada turva, sou despedida&lt;br /&gt;Por entre lenços brancos de partida&lt;br /&gt;Em cada curva sem ter você vou mais só&lt;br /&gt;Corro rompendo laços, abraços, beijos&lt;br /&gt;Em cada passo é você quem vejo&lt;br /&gt;No tele-espaço pousado em cores no além&lt;br /&gt;Brando, corpo celeste, meta metade&lt;br /&gt;Meu santuário, minha eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando o meu caminho e fim&lt;br /&gt;Dando a incerteza tão passageira&lt;br /&gt;Nós viveremos uma vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente, somente os dois mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou de sol a sol&lt;br /&gt;Desfeito em cor, refeito em som&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito em tanto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tibério Gaspar Rodrigues Pereira – Gravada por Evinha e Kid Abelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-3892440424675206960?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3892440424675206960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/teletema-tiberio-gaspar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3892440424675206960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3892440424675206960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/teletema-tiberio-gaspar.html' title='TELETEMA - Tibério Gaspar'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf80ONfBlLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/O7jPM4068ko/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-6566713138819333021</id><published>2009-05-04T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:06:57.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SILAS DE OLIVEIRA'/><title type='text'>SENHORA TENTAÇÃO - Silas de Oliveira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf8snzilWzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CrFC8A3gULo/s1600-h/Silas%20de%20Oliveira%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332029546191739698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf8snzilWzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CrFC8A3gULo/s320/Silas%2520de%2520Oliveira%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sinto abalada minha calma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Embriagada minha alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Efeitos da tua sedução,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh! Minha romântica senhora Tentação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não deixes que eu venha sucumbir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Neste vendaval de paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jamas pensei em minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sentir tamanha emoção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será que o amor por ironia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Movia esta fantasia vestida de obsessão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Te confesso que me apaixonei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será uma maldição, não sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sinto abalada minha calma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Embriagada minha alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Efeitos da tua sedução,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh! Minha romântica senhora Tentação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não deixes que eu venha sucumbir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Neste vendaval de paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Silas Oliveira de Assumpção&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/4540818653681850442-6566713138819333021?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6566713138819333021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/senhora-tentacao-silas-de-oliveira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-6639079433259422644</id><published>2009-05-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:07:12.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GERALDO PEREIRA'/><title type='text'>FALSA BAIANA - Geraldo Pereira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf5EfXUBZsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IwnFo9_dyFs/s1600-h/geraldo%20pereira%202_161936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331774314477872834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf5EfXUBZsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IwnFo9_dyFs/s320/geraldo%2520pereira%25202_161936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baiana que entra no samba e só fica parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não samba, não dança, não bole nem nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não sabe deixar a mocidade louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baiana é aquela que entra no samba de qualquer maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que mexe, remexe, dá nó nas cadeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Deixando a moçada com água na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A falsa baiana quando entra no samba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ninguém se incomoda, ninguém bate palma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ninguém abre a roda, ninguém grita ôba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Salve a bahia, senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mas a gente gosta quando uma baiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Samba direitinho, de cima embaixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Revira os olhinhos dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eu sou filha de são salvador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Geraldo Pereira - Gravado por Gal Costa&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/4540818653681850442-6639079433259422644?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf5EfXUBZsI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IwnFo9_dyFs/s72-c/geraldo%2520pereira%25202_161936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-6087630805821642346</id><published>2009-05-03T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:08:36.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OSWALDO MONTENEGRO'/><title type='text'>A LISTA - Oswaldo Montenegro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf4-dr5M2ZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AojmuKEQm_8/s1600-h/Montenegro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767688573016466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf4-dr5M2ZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AojmuKEQm_8/s320/Montenegro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça uma lista de grandes amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quem você mais via há dez anos atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos você ainda vê todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos você já não encontra mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Faça uma lista dos sonhos que tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos você desistiu de sonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos amores jurados pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos você conseguiu preservar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Onde você ainda se reconhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Na foto passada ou no espelho de agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje é do jeito que achou que seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos amigos você jogou fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos mistérios que você sondava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos você conseguiu entender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos segredos que você guardava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje são bobos ninguém quer saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantas mentiras você condenava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantas você teve que cometer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantos defeitos sanados com o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eram o melhor que havia em você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantas canções que você não cantava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje assobia pra sobreviver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quantas pessoas que você amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoje acredita que amam você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-6087630805821642346?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6087630805821642346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lista-oswaldo-montenegro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/6087630805821642346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/6087630805821642346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lista-oswaldo-montenegro.html' title='A LISTA - Oswaldo Montenegro'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf4-dr5M2ZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AojmuKEQm_8/s72-c/Montenegro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8305749759474204269</id><published>2009-05-03T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:08:50.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MÁRIO LAGO'/><title type='text'>ATIRE A PRIMEIRA PEDRA - Mario Lago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf4ss-Pui4I/AAAAAAAAATw/rjoW6Z40Pq8/s1600-h/mariolagobraoscruzados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331748159988075394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf4ss-Pui4I/AAAAAAAAATw/rjoW6Z40Pq8/s320/mariolagobraoscruzados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Covarde sei que me podem chamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque não calo no peito essa dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Atire a primeira pedra, ai, ai, ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aquele que não sofreu por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei que vão censurar meu proceder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei, mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que você mesma vai dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que eu voltei pra me humilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É, mas não faz mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você pode até sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perdão foi feito pra gente pedir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mário Lago - Gravado por Ataulfo Alves&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/4540818653681850442-8305749759474204269?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8305749759474204269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/atire-primeira-pedra-mario-lago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8305749759474204269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8305749759474204269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/atire-primeira-pedra-mario-lago.html' title='ATIRE A PRIMEIRA PEDRA - Mario Lago'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf4ss-Pui4I/AAAAAAAAATw/rjoW6Z40Pq8/s72-c/mariolagobraoscruzados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8620748131001097386</id><published>2009-05-03T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:09:10.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NELSON MOTTA'/><title type='text'>TUDO BEM - Nelson Motta - POST DE Nº 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2QQZe86dI/AAAAAAAAASw/UYbFKNQck3U/s1600-h/3725071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331576145269549522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2QQZe86dI/AAAAAAAAASw/UYbFKNQck3U/s320/3725071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Já não tenho dedos pra contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De quantos barrancos despenquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E quantas pedras me atiraram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ou quantas atirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tanta farpa tanta mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tanta falta do que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nem sempre é "so easy" se viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje eu não consigo mais me lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De quantas janelas me atirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E quanto rastro de incompreensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu já deixei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tantos bons quanto maus motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tantas vezes desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E quase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quase nunca a vida é um balão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas o teu amor me cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De uma loucura qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É encostar no seu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E se isso for algum defeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por mim tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Já não tenho dedos pra contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De quantas janelas me atirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E quanto rastro de incompreensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu já deixei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tantos bons quanto maus motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tantas vezes desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E quase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quase nunca a vida é um balão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas o teu amor me cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De uma loucura qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É encostar no seu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E se isso for algum defeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por mim tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tudo bem, tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nelson Motta - Gravada por Lulu Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-8620748131001097386?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8620748131001097386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/tudo-bem-nelson-motta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8620748131001097386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8620748131001097386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/tudo-bem-nelson-motta.html' title='TUDO BEM - Nelson Motta - POST DE Nº 100'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2QQZe86dI/AAAAAAAAASw/UYbFKNQck3U/s72-c/3725071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1427031963164468267</id><published>2009-05-03T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:10:28.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LULU SANTOS'/><title type='text'>TODA FORMA DE AMOR - Lulu Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2qBgOhElI/AAAAAAAAATI/H5YTlKHh2B4/s1600-h/396576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331604476683948626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2qBgOhElI/AAAAAAAAATI/H5YTlKHh2B4/s320/396576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu não pedi pra nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu não nasci pra perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nem vou sobrar de vítima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Das circunstâncias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu tô plugado na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu tô curando a ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Às vezes eu me sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Uma bala perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Você é bem como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Conhece o que é ser assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Só que dessa história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ninguém sabe o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Você não leva pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E só traz o quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu sou teu homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Você é minha mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E a gente vive junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E a gente se dá bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Não desejamos mal a quase ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E a gente vai à luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E conhece a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Consideramos justa toda forma de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Luis Maurício Pragana dos Santo (Lulu)&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/4540818653681850442-1427031963164468267?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2qBgOhElI/AAAAAAAAATI/H5YTlKHh2B4/s72-c/396576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-6722436493218786679</id><published>2009-05-02T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:10:46.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ORESTES BARBOSA'/><title type='text'>ARRANHA CÉU - Orestes Barbosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2f-Q9055I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Y9FvSU4JT3s/s1600-h/HB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331593425931528082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2f-Q9055I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Y9FvSU4JT3s/s320/HB.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cansei de esperar por ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Toda noite na janela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Vendo a cidade a luzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nestes delírios nervosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dos anúncios luminosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que são a vida a luzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E cada vez que subia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O elevador ão trazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Essa mulher, maldição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E quando lembro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gemia o elevador e descia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fundia o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cansei de olhar as reclames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E disse ao peito não ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que o teu amor não te quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Descansa, feche a vidraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Esquece aquela desgraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Esquece aquela mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Deitei então sobre o peito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Vieste em sonho ao meu leito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E eu acordei que aflição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pensando que te abraçava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Alucinado apertava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eu mesmo meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orestes Barbosa - Gravada por Silvio Caldas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4540818653681850442-6722436493218786679?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6722436493218786679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/arranha-ceu-orestes-barbosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/6722436493218786679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/6722436493218786679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/arranha-ceu-orestes-barbosa.html' title='ARRANHA CÉU - Orestes Barbosa'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2f-Q9055I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Y9FvSU4JT3s/s72-c/HB.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4280775384419867020</id><published>2009-05-02T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:11:05.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VITOR RAMIL'/><title type='text'>A ZERO POR HORA - Vítor Ramil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2lORpOTFI/AAAAAAAAATA/q-S0Bd4hyK8/s1600-h/lo04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331599198549593170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2lORpOTFI/AAAAAAAAATA/q-S0Bd4hyK8/s320/lo04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei na rua Augusta a 120 graus do chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;precipitado com a chuva mas sem direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei com pompa e circustâncias próprias de um verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ensolarado minha mente por um sol bufão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei na rua a mi me gusta bruta inclinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;o mundo visto desse jeito é uma diversão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei na rua ai minha busca de consolação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;apaixonado pelas moças vindo em profusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei a estranha jovem guarda me estendeu a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;pediu meu documento e eu lhe disse por que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei na dela como em filme de televisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;pedi me leva preso agora no teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei na rua a mi me gusta bruta inclinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;o mundo visto desse jeito é uma diversão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei na rua ai minha busca de consolação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;apaixonado pelas moças vindo em profusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Entrei em fria mas fervendo em minha ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;o amor é muito lindo a 120 graus do chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a zero por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vítor Ramil&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-4280775384419867020?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4280775384419867020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/zero-por-hora-vitor-ramil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4280775384419867020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4280775384419867020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/zero-por-hora-vitor-ramil.html' title='A ZERO POR HORA - Vítor Ramil'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sf2lORpOTFI/AAAAAAAAATA/q-S0Bd4hyK8/s72-c/lo04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-9045217078815014828</id><published>2009-05-02T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:11:20.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VITAL LIMA'/><title type='text'>UM OUTRO QUE NÃO SOU EU - Vital lima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfz2Sl9b2wI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kcPH8QjeuL4/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331406858187692802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfz2Sl9b2wI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kcPH8QjeuL4/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Por trás do olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cabia além do menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Num outro tempo e caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu pude ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alguma chama no meio da emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De um outro jeito que já fui eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você me olhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um olho redemoinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que esmiuçou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mesmo onde eu vivo sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E me moldou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pra me tornar igualzinho na emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A um outro que não sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pulsa nas estrelas e no coração o UM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Assim não me separo de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vital Lima&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-9045217078815014828?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfz2Sl9b2wI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kcPH8QjeuL4/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5274321047339748586</id><published>2009-05-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:11:50.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SÁ'/><title type='text'>CAÇADOR DE MIM - Sá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfzyChmbRSI/AAAAAAAAASI/8Bt66n88Tz0/s1600-h/sÃ¡.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331402184093025570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfzyChmbRSI/AAAAAAAAASI/8Bt66n88Tz0/s320/s%C3%A1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Por tanto amor, por tanta emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A vida me fez assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Doce ou atroz, manso ou feroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu caçador de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Preso a canções, entregue a paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que nunca tiveram fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vou me encontrar longe do meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu caçador de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nada a temer senão o correr da luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nada a fazer senão esquecer o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abrir o peito a força numa procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fugir às armadilhas da mata escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Longe se vai sonhando demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas onde se chega assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vou descobrir o que me faz sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu caçador de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Luís Carlos Pereira de Sá&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/4540818653681850442-5274321047339748586?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5274321047339748586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/cacador-de-mim-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5274321047339748586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5274321047339748586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/cacador-de-mim-sa.html' title='CAÇADOR DE MIM - Sá'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfzyChmbRSI/AAAAAAAAASI/8Bt66n88Tz0/s72-c/s%C3%A1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4002746697390972940</id><published>2009-05-02T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:12:08.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LÔ BORGES'/><title type='text'>SONHANDO O FUTURO - Lô Borges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfzp1Rvzz_I/AAAAAAAAASA/XyqlBSid3j4/s1600-h/lb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331393160406093810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfzp1Rvzz_I/AAAAAAAAASA/XyqlBSid3j4/s320/lb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu vim pelo som, eu vim pelo ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E mergulhei até encontrar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sonhando o futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu vim pra te ver, pra te acompanhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mudar a direção do nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E acender tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Podemos misturar sons, fazendo as canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu nunca imaginei a gente assim, tanto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Amor para sempre, amar é o que vale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Só não quero mais duvidar de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nem viver só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Você tem o dom de me transportar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me leva pra bem longe, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me faz qualquer absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Da vida real nem quero saber mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu mergulhei no fundo com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Dei voltas no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Agora vamos nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ou multiplicar três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eu nunca imaginei a gente assim, tanto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Amor para sempre, amar é o que vale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Só não podemos duvidar de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nem vivermos sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A nossa estrela vai brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Na correnteza te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E navegar na imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me leva pra onde você for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Faça de mim um sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E estaremos sempre juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No som, minha estrela guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No céu, nosso dia-a-dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O amor acendendo tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Canção pra trazer você pra perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Salomão Borges Filho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-4002746697390972940?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4002746697390972940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonhando-o-futuro-lo-borges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4002746697390972940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4002746697390972940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonhando-o-futuro-lo-borges.html' title='SONHANDO O FUTURO - Lô Borges'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfzp1Rvzz_I/AAAAAAAAASA/XyqlBSid3j4/s72-c/lb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-135123500727772233</id><published>2009-05-02T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:12:23.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RENATO TEIXEIRA'/><title type='text'>TOCANDO EM FRENTE - Renato Teixeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfzjUfv_tuI/AAAAAAAAARw/a643EnrCtCg/s1600-h/rt1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331386000159520482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfzjUfv_tuI/AAAAAAAAARw/a643EnrCtCg/s320/rt1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje me sinto mais forte, mais feliz, quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nada sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Conhecer as manhas e as manhãs, o sabor das massas e das maçãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É preciso amor pra poder pulsar, é preciso paz pra poder sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É preciso chuva para florir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Penso que cumprir a vida seja simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Compreender a marcha e ir tocando em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como um velho boiadeiro levando a boiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu vou tocando os dias pela longa estrada eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estrada eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Todo mundo ama um dia, todo mundo chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um dia a gente chega, no outro vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E levo esse sorriso porque já chorei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cada um de nós compõe a sua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Renato Teixeira de Oliveira Santos&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-135123500727772233?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/135123500727772233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/tocando-em-frente-renato-teixeira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/135123500727772233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/135123500727772233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/tocando-em-frente-renato-teixeira.html' title='TOCANDO EM FRENTE - Renato Teixeira'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfzjUfv_tuI/AAAAAAAAARw/a643EnrCtCg/s72-c/rt1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5377580823601014499</id><published>2009-05-02T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:13:08.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDUARDO DUSEK'/><title type='text'>FOLIA NO MATAGAL - Eduardo Dusek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfy43poGObI/AAAAAAAAARg/WnUedQcZTrA/s1600-h/ddr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331339325106174386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfy43poGObI/AAAAAAAAARg/WnUedQcZTrA/s320/ddr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O mar passa saborosamente a língua na areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que bem debochada, cínica que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Permite deleitada esses abusos do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por trás de uma folha de palmeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A lua poderosa, mulher muito fogosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vem nua, vem nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sacudindo e brilhando inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vem nua, vem nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sacudindo e brilhando inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Palmeiras se abraçam fortemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Suspiram, dão gemidos, soltam ais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Um coqueirinho pergunta docemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A outro coqueiro que o olha sonhador:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Você me amará eternamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ou amanhã tudo já se acabou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Nada acabará - grita o matagal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Nada ainda começou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nada acabará - grita o matagal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Nada ainda começou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imagina: são dois coqueirinhos ainda em botão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nem conhecem ainda o que é uma paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E lá em cima a lua Já virada em mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Olha a natureza se amando ao léu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E louca de desejo fulgura num lampejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E rubra se entrega ao céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E louca de desejo fulgura num lampejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E rubra se entrega ao céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eduardo Dusek&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-5377580823601014499?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5377580823601014499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/folia-no-matagal-eduardo-dusek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5377580823601014499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5377580823601014499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/folia-no-matagal-eduardo-dusek.html' title='FOLIA NO MATAGAL - Eduardo Dusek'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfy43poGObI/AAAAAAAAARg/WnUedQcZTrA/s72-c/ddr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1945853968999210155</id><published>2009-05-02T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:13:25.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CLAUDIO NUCCI'/><title type='text'>SAPATO VELHO - Caludio Nucci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfy0rEYR5hI/AAAAAAAAARY/dB35o6yl9GQ/s1600-h/cn6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331334710902777362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfy0rEYR5hI/AAAAAAAAARY/dB35o6yl9GQ/s320/cn6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Você lembra, lembra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Daquele tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu tinha estrelas nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um jeito de herói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Era mais forte e veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Que qualquer mocinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;De cowboy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Você lembra, lembra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu costumava andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bem mais de mil léguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Prá poder buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Flores-de-maio azuis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E os seus cabelos enfeitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Água da fonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cansei de beber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Prá não envelhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Como quisesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Roubar da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Um lindo pôr-de-sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hoje não colho mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As flores-de-maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nem sou mais veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Como os heróis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;É! Talvez eu seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Como um sapato velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mas ainda sirvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se você quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Basta você me calçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Que eu aqueço o frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dos seus pés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Claudio Nucci&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/4540818653681850442-1945853968999210155?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1945853968999210155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/sapato-velho-caludio-nucci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1945853968999210155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1945853968999210155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/sapato-velho-caludio-nucci.html' title='SAPATO VELHO - Caludio Nucci'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfy0rEYR5hI/AAAAAAAAARY/dB35o6yl9GQ/s72-c/cn6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3264031794635446514</id><published>2009-05-02T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:14:34.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAVINHO PAES'/><title type='text'>FANZINE - Tavinho Paes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfylmr6EoeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kh2ZSagOgkQ/s1600-h/tp3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331318142939734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfylmr6EoeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kh2ZSagOgkQ/s320/tp3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ninguém fica burro demais só porque viu TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As flores do mal são cogumelos de néon glacê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A juventude tem um tempo certo pra se corromper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O anarquismo é o anjo da guarda de todo prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E tome zine, zine, zine, zine, zine em papel de xerox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O futuro é preto e branco, e todo branco e preto pode ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E tome zine, zine, zine, zine, zine em papel de xerox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vem do fanzine, novo papo, nova onda, novo ABC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A camisinha anti-AIDS fez a deusa Vênus virar punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O cantor de yê-yê-yê comportado é um cafajeste junk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chegou a hora do alimento ser todo natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Os vermes da terra apreciam um corpo legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No país da Xuxa os vampiros usam fio dental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A ditadura justifica o bem, praticando o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um dia as palavras não vão mais deslizar pela boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A utopia vai ser a loucura de um guru-porra-lôca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Desejo quando não se arrisca é provocação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Liberdade faz gato e sapato da proibição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A beleza dá a volta ao mundo e a chuva cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meu amor cabe em três versos de um hai-kai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Luiz Octavio Paes de Oliveira - Gravado por Hanói Hanói&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/4540818653681850442-3264031794635446514?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3264031794635446514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/fanzine-tavinho-paes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3264031794635446514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3264031794635446514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/fanzine-tavinho-paes.html' title='FANZINE - Tavinho Paes'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfylmr6EoeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/kh2ZSagOgkQ/s72-c/tp3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-7414899812463230653</id><published>2009-05-02T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:14:49.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOBÃO'/><title type='text'>GIRASSÓIS DA NOITE - Lobão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfybynLGeBI/AAAAAAAAARI/YiHP1wopAT8/s1600-h/jb2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331307352711133202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfybynLGeBI/AAAAAAAAARI/YiHP1wopAT8/s320/jb2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijando a noite e flutuando, ando, ando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gira o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A cada noite que a lua brinca solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A rua torna seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A cada passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giram tontas as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Feito girassóis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Buscando passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se guiando à toa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vence a nebulosa de faróis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A noite gira feito uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A ronda tonta gira de lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A noite ri feito criança, gira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A noite nunca vai mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girassóis da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giram a sós na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tentando esquecer a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girassóis da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giram a sós na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nessa imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girassóis da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giram a sós na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tentando beijar o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijando a noite flutuando, ando, ando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Giram os faróis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E a noite gira feito uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A noite gira, gira de lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A noite ri feito criança, gira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A noite nunca vai mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;João Luíz Woerdenbag Filho (Lobão)&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/4540818653681850442-7414899812463230653?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7414899812463230653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/girassois-da-noite-lobao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7414899812463230653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7414899812463230653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/girassois-da-noite-lobao.html' title='GIRASSÓIS DA NOITE - Lobão'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfybynLGeBI/AAAAAAAAARI/YiHP1wopAT8/s72-c/jb2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3412987113193449519</id><published>2009-05-02T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:15:09.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BERNARDO VILHENA'/><title type='text'>VIDA LOUCA VIDA - Bernardo Vilhena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331302807702722370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyXqDsp10I/AAAAAAAAARA/ajqrXKq3LFE/s320/bv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se ninguém olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quando você passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Você logo acha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A vida voltou ao normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aquela vida sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Volta sem perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A mesma vida tudo sempre igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se alguém olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quando você passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Você logo diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Palhaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Você acha que não está legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Perde logo a noção do perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Todos os sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Você passa mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vida louca vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vida breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Já que eu tudo posso te levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quero que você me leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vida louca vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vida imensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ninguém vai nos perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nosso crime não compensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se ninguém olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quando você passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Você logo acha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tô carente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sou manchete popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Me cansei de toda essa tolice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Babaquice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Essa eterna falta do que falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bernardo Vilhena - Gravado por Lobão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-3412987113193449519?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3412987113193449519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-louca-vida-bernardo-vilhena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3412987113193449519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3412987113193449519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-louca-vida-bernardo-vilhena.html' title='VIDA LOUCA VIDA - Bernardo Vilhena'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyXqDsp10I/AAAAAAAAARA/ajqrXKq3LFE/s72-c/bv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5982699831757118741</id><published>2009-05-02T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:15:26.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RONALDO BÔSCOLI'/><title type='text'>O BARQUINHO - Ronaldo Bôscoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfySeHGH9oI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6YZLKQAvAdw/s1600-h/rb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331297104898291330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfySeHGH9oI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6YZLKQAvAdw/s320/rb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dia de luz festa de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E o barquinho a navegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No macio azul do mar,tudo é verão o amor se faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Num barquinho pelo mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Que desliza sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sem intenção nossa canção vai saindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Deste mar e o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Beija o barco e luz, dias tão azuis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Festa do mar, desmaia o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E o barquinho a deslizar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;e a vontade de cantar, céu tão azul, ilhas do sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E o barquinho coração, deslizando na canção, tudo isso é paz, tudo isso traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Uma calma de verão e então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O barquinho vai, a tardinha cai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ronaldo Fernando Esquerdo e Bôscoli&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/4540818653681850442-5982699831757118741?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5982699831757118741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-barquinho-ronaldo-boscoli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5982699831757118741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5982699831757118741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-barquinho-ronaldo-boscoli.html' title='O BARQUINHO - Ronaldo Bôscoli'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfySeHGH9oI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6YZLKQAvAdw/s72-c/rb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4153805138628250003</id><published>2009-05-02T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:15:42.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOÃO NOGUEIRA'/><title type='text'>ESPELHO - João Nogueira &amp; P.C. Pinheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyMArG8WTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ji5XIwwwQbI/s1600-h/jn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331290002099558706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyMArG8WTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ji5XIwwwQbI/s320/jn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nascido no subúrbio nos melhores dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Com votos da família de vida feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Andar e pilotar um pássaro de aço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sonhava ao fim do dia ao me descer cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Com as fardas mais bonitas desse meu país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O pai de anel no dedo e dedo na viola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorria e parecia mesmo ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eh, vida boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quanto tempo faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E que vontade de tocar viola de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E de fazer canções como as que fez meu pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Num dia de tristeza me faltou o velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E falta lhe confesso que inda hoje faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E eu me abracei na bola e pensei ser um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um craque da pelota ao me tornar rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um dia chutei mal e machuquei o dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E sem ter mais o velho pra tirar o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Foi mais uma vontade que ficou pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eh, vida à toa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vai no tempo vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E eu sem ter maldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na inocência de criança de tão pouca idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Troquei de mal com Deus por me levar meu pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E assim crescendo eu fui me criando sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprendendo na rua, na escola e no lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um dia me tornei o bambambã da esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Em toda brincadeira, em briga, em namorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Até que um dia eu tive que largar o estudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E trabalhar na rua sustentando tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E assim sem perceber eu era adulto já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eh, vida voa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vai no tempo, vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ai, mas que saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas eu sei que lá no céu o velho tem vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E orgulho de seu filho ser igual seu pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pois me beijaram a boca e me tornei poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas tão habituado com o adverso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu temo se um dia me machuca o verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E o meu medo maior é o espelho se quebrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;João Batista Nogueira&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-4153805138628250003?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4153805138628250003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/espelho-joao-nogueira-pc-pinheiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Pinheiro'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyMArG8WTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ji5XIwwwQbI/s72-c/jn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3277503322933701628</id><published>2009-05-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:16:00.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GERALDO VANDRÉ'/><title type='text'>DISPARADA - Geraldo Vandré</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyHp4jJyKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YQp2ZuBprcw/s1600-h/gv4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331285212524038306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyHp4jJyKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YQp2ZuBprcw/s320/gv4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Prepare o seu coração pras coisas que eu vou contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu venho lá do sertão, eu venho lá do sertão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu venho lá do sertão e posso não lhe agradar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aprendi a dizer não, ver a morte sem chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E a morte, o destino tudo, a morte o destino tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estava fora de lugar, eu vivo pra consertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na boiada já fui boi, mas um dia me montei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não por um motivo meu ou de com quem comigo houvesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que qualquer querer tivesse porém por necessidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do dono de uma boiada cujo vaqueiro morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boiadeiro muito tempo, laço firme, braço forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muito gado, muita gente pela vida segurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seguia como num sonho que boiadeiro era um rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas o mundo foi rodando nas patas do meu cavalo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nos sonhos que fui sonhando as visões se clareando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As visões se clareando, até que um dia acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Então não pude seguir, valente em lugar tenente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o dono de gado e gente, porque gado a gente marca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tange, ferra, engorda e mata, mas com gente é diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se você não concordar, não posso me desculpar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não canto pra enganar, vou pegar minha viola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou deixar você de lado, vou cantar noutro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na boiada já fui boi, boiadeiro já fui rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não por mim nem por ninguém que junto comigo houvesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que quisesse ou que pudesse, por qualquer coisa de seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por qualquer coisa de seu querer ir mais longe que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E já que um dia montei agora sou cavaleiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Laço firme, braço forte de um reino que não tem rei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Geraldo Pedrosa de Araújo Dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-3277503322933701628?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3277503322933701628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/disparada-geraldo-vandre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3277503322933701628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3277503322933701628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/disparada-geraldo-vandre.html' title='DISPARADA - Geraldo Vandré'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyHp4jJyKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YQp2ZuBprcw/s72-c/gv4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1061583488876679920</id><published>2009-05-02T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:16:19.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOÃO DO VALE'/><title type='text'>NA ASA DO VENTO - João do Vale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyCyMUo_BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qvRCiTHcoww/s1600-h/jv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331279857712692242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyCyMUo_BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qvRCiTHcoww/s320/jv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Deu meia noite, a lua faz um claro&lt;br /&gt;Eu assubo nos aro, vou brincar no vento leste&lt;br /&gt;A aranha tece puxando o fio da teia&lt;br /&gt;A ciência da abeia, da aranha e a minha&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente desconhece&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente desconhece, olará, viu?&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente desconhece&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente desconhece, olará, tá?&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente desconhece&lt;br /&gt;A lua é clara, o sol tem rastro vermelho&lt;br /&gt;É o lago um grande espelho onde os dois vão se mirar&lt;br /&gt;Rosa amarela quando murcha perde o cheiro&lt;br /&gt;O amor é bandoleiro, pode inté custar dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;É fulô que não tem cheiro e todo mundo quer cheirar&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer cheirar, olará, viu?&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer cheirar&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer cheirar, olará, tá?&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer cheirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;João Batista do Vale&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/4540818653681850442-1061583488876679920?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1061583488876679920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/na-asa-do-vento-joao-do-vale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1061583488876679920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1061583488876679920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/na-asa-do-vento-joao-do-vale.html' title='NA ASA DO VENTO - João do Vale'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;me explica, me ensina, me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;o que é feminina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;não é no cabelo, no dengo ou no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;é ser menina por todo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ô mãe, então me ilumina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;me diz como é que termina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;termina na hora de recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;dobra uma esquina no mesmo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;costura o fio da vida só pra poder cortar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;depois se larga no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;pra nunca mais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;prepara e bota na mesa com todo paladar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;depois acende outro fogo,e deixa tudo queimar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ô mãe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;me explica, me ensina, me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;o que é feminina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;não é no cabelo, no dengo ou no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;é ser menina por todo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ô mãe, então me ilumina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;me diz como é que termina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;termina na hora de recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;dobra uma esquina no mesmo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e esse mistério estará sempre lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;feminina e menina no mesmo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Joyce Silveira Moreno &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/4540818653681850442-8724539806317131042?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8724539806317131042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/feminina-joyce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8724539806317131042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8724539806317131042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/feminina-joyce.html' title='FEMININA - Joyce'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyBPqxoYdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/cqHKJLU8LzA/s72-c/jjj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3986908842981937147</id><published>2009-05-02T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:17:53.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANA TERRA'/><title type='text'>ESSA MULHER - Ana Terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyAjPP5d9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YCJ_cWPciF8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331277401776814034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyAjPP5d9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YCJ_cWPciF8/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de manhã cedo essa senhora se conforma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bota a mesa tira o pó lava a roupa seca os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ah como essa santa não se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de pedir pelas mulheres pelos filhos pelo pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;depois sorri meio sem graça e abraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aquele homem aquele mundo que a faz assim feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de tardezinha essa menina se namora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;se enfeita se decora sabe tudo não faz mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ah como essa coisa é tão bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ser cantora ser artista isso tudo é muito bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e chora tanto de prazer e agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de algum dia qualquer dia entender de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de madrugada essa mulher faz tanto estrago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tira a roupa faz a cama vira a mesa seca o bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ah como essa louca se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;quantos homens enlouquece nessa boca nesse chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;então parece que acha graça e agradece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ao destino aquilo tudo que a faz tão infeliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;essa menina essa mulher essa senhora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;em quem esbarro a toda hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;num espelho casual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;é feita de sombra e tanta luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de tanta lama e tanta cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;que acha tudo natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ana Terra - gravado por Elis Regina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-3986908842981937147?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3986908842981937147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/essa-mulher-ana-terra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3986908842981937147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3986908842981937147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/essa-mulher-ana-terra.html' title='ESSA MULHER - Ana Terra'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfyAjPP5d9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YCJ_cWPciF8/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-2462804241268336896</id><published>2009-05-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:22:04.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ERASMO CARLOS'/><title type='text'>CONTINENTE PERDIDO (Terra de Montezuma) - Erasmo Carlos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfukM7bXU9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RxyLvJs54yg/s1600-h/ec1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331035125940966354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfukM7bXU9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RxyLvJs54yg/s320/ec1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lua de pau-a-pique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pequeno reino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;América&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Filho de muitas léguas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bandido índio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;América&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;És uma palavra solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ou mesmo outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;América&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um batuque de meninos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de pé descalço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;América&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Contam que Montezuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não foi guerreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nem foi capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De defender a terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o ouro, a prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e muito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nem de calar a boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;da musa branca de sangue azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelos mares nunca dados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aos navegantes aqui do sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Contam do feiticeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rei das províncias,dos carnavais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Da mula sem cabeça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nos espetáculos teatrais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Contam das borboletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dos temporais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nesse reino perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sumido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dividido demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Erasmo Esteves (Erasmo Carlos)&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/4540818653681850442-2462804241268336896?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/2462804241268336896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/continente-perdido-terra-de-montezuma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2462804241268336896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2462804241268336896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/continente-perdido-terra-de-montezuma.html' title='CONTINENTE PERDIDO (Terra de Montezuma) - Erasmo Carlos'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfukM7bXU9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RxyLvJs54yg/s72-c/ec1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4295153658541863015</id><published>2009-05-01T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:16:39.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JORGE BENJOR'/><title type='text'>JORGE DE CAPADÓCIA - Jorge Benjor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfudQ1R55CI/AAAAAAAAAPo/02lo8N6re7I/s1600-h/Ã‰+essa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331027496428758050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfudQ1R55CI/AAAAAAAAAPo/02lo8N6re7I/s320/%C3%89+essa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jorge sentou praça na cavalaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E eu estou feliz porque eu também sou da sua companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham mãos e não me toquem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham pés e não me alcancem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham olhos e não me vejam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nem mesmo um pensamento eles possam ter para me fazerem mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Armas de fogo,meu corpo não alcançará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Espadas, facas e lanças se quebrem, sem o meu corpo tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cordas, correntes se arrebentem, sem o meu corpo amarrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pois eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jorge é de Capadócia, viva Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jorge é de Capadócia, salve Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Perseverança, ganhou do sórdido fingimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E disso tudo nasceu o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Perseverança, ganhou do sórdido fingimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E disso tudo nasceu o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jorge Duílio Lima Meneses&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/4540818653681850442-4295153658541863015?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4295153658541863015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/jorge-da-capadocia-jorge-benjor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4295153658541863015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4295153658541863015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/jorge-da-capadocia-jorge-benjor.html' title='JORGE DE CAPADÓCIA - Jorge Benjor'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfudQ1R55CI/AAAAAAAAAPo/02lo8N6re7I/s72-c/%C3%89+essa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-562109371938847950</id><published>2009-05-01T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:17:00.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALICE RUIZ'/><title type='text'>ABOBRINHAS NÃO - Alice Ruiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfuG3MRL2cI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-BgBIdJsdSs/s1600-h/Literatura+Alice+Ruiz+por+Vilma+Slomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331002866667346370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfuG3MRL2cI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-BgBIdJsdSs/s320/Literatura+Alice+Ruiz+por+Vilma+Slomp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cansei de ouvir abobrinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;vou consultar escarolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;prefiro escutar salsinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pedir consolo às papoulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e às carambolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pedir um help ao repolho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;indagar umas espigasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;prender com pés de alho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ouvir dicas das urtigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e dessas tulipas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;um toque pro miosótis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;um palpite do alpiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;uma luz da flor de lótus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pedir alento ao cipreste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e pra dama da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pedir conselho à serralha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sugestão pro almeirão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;idéias para azaléias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;opinião para o limão, pimentão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;abobrinhas não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Alice Ruiz - Gravada por Itamar Assumpção&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/4540818653681850442-562109371938847950?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/562109371938847950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/abobrinhas-nao-alice-ruiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/562109371938847950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/562109371938847950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/abobrinhas-nao-alice-ruiz.html' title='ABOBRINHAS NÃO - Alice Ruiz'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfuG3MRL2cI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-BgBIdJsdSs/s72-c/Literatura+Alice+Ruiz+por+Vilma+Slomp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-9195367562125591275</id><published>2009-05-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:17:22.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITAMAR ASSUMPÇÃO'/><title type='text'>AI QUE VONTADE - Itamar Assumpção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfuJewOfaUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Y72EkdCRK58/s1600-h/itamar_by_vange2_peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331005745357875522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfuJewOfaUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Y72EkdCRK58/s320/itamar_by_vange2_peq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ai que vontade de pegar esta saudade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enfiar atrás das grades e levar pra Itajaí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Trocar de ares ir e vir nos verdes mares&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Despejar nos arredores bulevares de Tatuí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só por neurose talvez por necessidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Trancá-la com 7 chaves e jogá-la em Parati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ou noutros vales noutros cafés noutros bares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Trasladar para outros lugares quentes feito Aracati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sta amizade levar cidade a cidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como tribo nômade que muda daqui pra ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ai que vontade verdade apesar da idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do que no peito não cabe carregar pra Jundiaí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esta saudade parece uma cruz de jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E eu o marquês de Sade só vivo pensando em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Usando fraque já já eu sigo pro Acre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Passando por Vênus e Marte pelo Arroio do Chuí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tocha que arde de manhã ao fim da tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nem a noite faz que apague nem milagre a sucumbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Será Deus sabe de mim haja piedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E faça que tudo acabe em pizza no Cariri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Itamar Assumpção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4540818653681850442-9195367562125591275?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/9195367562125591275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/ai-que-vontade-itamar-assumpcao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/9195367562125591275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/9195367562125591275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/ai-que-vontade-itamar-assumpcao.html' title='AI QUE VONTADE - Itamar Assumpção'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfuJewOfaUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Y72EkdCRK58/s72-c/itamar_by_vange2_peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5827392075821106502</id><published>2009-05-01T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:18:13.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JARDS MACALÉ'/><title type='text'>DENTE NO DENTE - Jards Macalé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sft6czpDsqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WhuhcYnYrhI/s1600-h/jardsmacale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330989219240456866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sft6czpDsqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WhuhcYnYrhI/s320/jardsmacale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sim, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas pode ser que seja de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A minha frente, bem na tua frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tudo muito rente, quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sente o drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É tudo ser assim tão envolvente amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É tudo ser assim tão de repente tente agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Olho no olho, dente no dente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lentamente, é nesse hora a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que eu desejo o fim do fim de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É no começo, e o sol poente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A coisa fria e o fogo novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E tudo não mais que de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quente, quente, quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jards Anet da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-5827392075821106502?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5827392075821106502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/dente-no-dente-jards-macale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5827392075821106502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5827392075821106502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/dente-no-dente-jards-macale.html' title='DENTE NO DENTE - Jards Macalé'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sft6czpDsqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WhuhcYnYrhI/s72-c/jardsmacale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3073306955904131466</id><published>2009-05-01T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:18:51.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GERALDO AZEVEDO'/><title type='text'>MOÇA BONITA - Geraldo Azevedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sft4zQmRDaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gDpcpOmFNgM/s1600-h/geraldoazevedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330987405947243938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sft4zQmRDaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gDpcpOmFNgM/s320/geraldoazevedo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Moça bonita seu corpo cheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ao botão de laranjeira, eu também não sei se é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Imagino e desatino é um cheiro de café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ou é só cheiro feminino ou é só cheiro de mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Moça bonita, seu olho brilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Qual estrela matutina, eu também não sei se é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Imagina a minha sina é o brilho puro da fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ou é só brilho feminino, ou é só brilho de mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Moça bonita, o seu beijo pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me matar sem compaixão, eu também não sei se é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ou pura imaginação pra saber você me dê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Esse beijo assassino nos seus braços de mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Geraldo Azevedo de Amorim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-3073306955904131466?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3073306955904131466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/moca-bonita-geraldo-azevedo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3073306955904131466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3073306955904131466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/moca-bonita-geraldo-azevedo.html' title='MOÇA BONITA - Geraldo Azevedo'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sft4zQmRDaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gDpcpOmFNgM/s72-c/geraldoazevedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3684407204212223473</id><published>2009-05-01T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:20:27.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WALY SALOMÃO'/><title type='text'>MAL SECRETO - Waly Salomão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330986242415145426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sft3viGmMdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/agVn6tBFxaI/s320/Literatura%2BWaly%2BSalom%25C3%25A3o%2BFoto%2BSelmy%2BYassuda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não choro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu segredo é que sou rapaz esforçado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fico parado, calado, quieto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não corro, não choro, não converso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Massacro meu medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mascaro minha dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Já sei sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não preciso de gente que me oriente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se você me pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Como vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Respondo sempre igual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tudo legal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas quando você vai embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Movo meu rosto no espelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Minha alma chora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vejo o rio de janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Comovo, não salvo, não mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu sujo olho vermelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não fico calado, não fico parado, não fico quieto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Corro, choro, converso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E tudo mais jogo num verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Intitulado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mal secreto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Waly Salomão&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-3684407204212223473?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3684407204212223473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sft3viGmMdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/agVn6tBFxaI/s72-c/Literatura%2BWaly%2BSalom%25C3%25A3o%2BFoto%2BSelmy%2BYassuda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4604883732057818442</id><published>2009-05-01T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:20:43.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TUNAI'/><title type='text'>CERTAS CANÇÕES - Tunai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SftCO6xNofI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X2lmdOE040w/s1600-h/fotobp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330927407984386546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SftCO6xNofI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X2lmdOE040w/s320/fotobp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Certas canções que ouço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cabem tão dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que perguntar carece:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Como não fui eu que fiz?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Certa emoção me alcança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Corta-me a alma sem dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Certas canções me chegam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Como se fosse o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Contos da água e do fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cacos de vida no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cartas do sonho do povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E o coração do cantor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vida e mais vida ou ferida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chuva, outono ou mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Carvão e giz, abrigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Gesto molhado no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Calor, que invade, arde, queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Encoraja, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Que invade, arde, carece de cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Calor Que invade, arde, queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Enconraja, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Que invade, arde, carece de cantar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;José Antônio de Freitas Mucci&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/4540818653681850442-4604883732057818442?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4604883732057818442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/certas-cancoes-tunai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4604883732057818442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4604883732057818442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/certas-cancoes-tunai.html' title='CERTAS CANÇÕES - Tunai'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SftCO6xNofI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X2lmdOE040w/s72-c/fotobp3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-7860631049514116372</id><published>2009-05-01T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:21:02.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOMINGUINHOS'/><title type='text'>QUEM ME LEVARÁ SOU EU - Dominguinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfs9RMbMJWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vQGjYg3ZjhE/s1600-h/Foto_Dominguinhos_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330921949525452130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfs9RMbMJWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vQGjYg3ZjhE/s320/Foto_Dominguinhos_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amigos a gente encontra&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é só aqui&lt;br /&gt;Repare naquela estrada&lt;br /&gt;Que distância nos levará&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que eu tenho aqui&lt;br /&gt;Na certa terei por lá&lt;br /&gt;Segredos de um caminhão&lt;br /&gt;Fronteiras por desvendar&lt;br /&gt;Não diga que eu me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Não mande me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Cidades que eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;São casas de braços a me agasalhar&lt;br /&gt;Passar como passam os dias&lt;br /&gt;Se o calendário acabar&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço contar o tempo outra vez, sim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo outra vez a passar&lt;br /&gt;Não diga que eu fiquei sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Não mande alguém me acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Repare, a multidão precisa&lt;br /&gt;De alguém mais alto a lhe guiar&lt;br /&gt;Quem me levará sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Quem regressará sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Não diga que eu não levo a guia&lt;br /&gt;De quem souber me amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;José Domingos de Moraes&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-7860631049514116372?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfs9RMbMJWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vQGjYg3ZjhE/s72-c/Foto_Dominguinhos_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-2349942191135662226</id><published>2009-05-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:21:23.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DORIVAL CAYMMI'/><title type='text'>MARINA - Dorival Caymmi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfs5cfhU3gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t413TLzD4YA/s1600-h/20080819181942_677_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330917745583513090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfs5cfhU3gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t413TLzD4YA/s320/20080819181942_677_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Marina, morena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Marina, você se pintou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Marina, você faça tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas faça um favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Não pinte esse rosto que eu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Que eu gosto e que é só meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Marina, você já é bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Com o que deus lhe deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me aborreci, me zanguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Já não posso falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E quando eu me zango, marina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Não sei perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Eu já desculpei muita coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Você não arranjava outra igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Desculpe, marina, morena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas eu tô de mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;De mal com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;De mal com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dorival Caymmi&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/4540818653681850442-2349942191135662226?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/2349942191135662226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/marina-dorival-caymmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2349942191135662226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2349942191135662226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/marina-dorival-caymmi.html' title='MARINA - Dorival Caymmi'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfs5cfhU3gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t413TLzD4YA/s72-c/20080819181942_677_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8432370766596768548</id><published>2009-05-01T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:21:39.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DORI CAYMMI'/><title type='text'>DESENREDO - Dori Caymmi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfsvzHmPFVI/AAAAAAAAANw/2FD8jSKZ_zU/s1600-h/dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330907139182368082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfsvzHmPFVI/AAAAAAAAANw/2FD8jSKZ_zU/s320/dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por toda terra que passo me espanta tudo que vejo&lt;br /&gt;A morte tece seu fio de vida feita ao avesso&lt;br /&gt;O olhar que prende anda solto&lt;br /&gt;O olhar que solta anda preso&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu chego eu me enredo&lt;br /&gt;Nas tranças do teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo marcado à ferro, fogo e desprezo&lt;br /&gt;A vida é o fio do tempo, a morte o fim do novelo&lt;br /&gt;O olhar que assusta anda morto&lt;br /&gt;O olhar que avisa anda aceso&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu chego eu me perco&lt;br /&gt;Nas tramas do teu segredo&lt;br /&gt;Ê Minas, ê Minas, é hora de partir, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me embora pra bem longe&lt;br /&gt;A cera da vela queimando, o homem fazendo seu preço&lt;br /&gt;A morte que a vida anda armando, a vida que a morte anda tendo&lt;br /&gt;O olhar mais fraco anda afoito&lt;br /&gt;O olhar mais forte, indefeso&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu chego eu me enrosco&lt;br /&gt;Nas cordas do seu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Ê Minas, ê Minas, é hora de partir, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me embora pra bem longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dorival Tostes Caymmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4540818653681850442-8432370766596768548?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8432370766596768548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/desenredo-dori-caymmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8432370766596768548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8432370766596768548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/desenredo-dori-caymmi.html' title='DESENREDO - Dori Caymmi'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfsvzHmPFVI/AAAAAAAAANw/2FD8jSKZ_zU/s72-c/dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8986831255736068233</id><published>2009-05-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:22:24.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MURILO ANTUNES'/><title type='text'>NASCENTE - Murilo Antunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SftATF_7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LmoA-drAGL4/s1600-h/fcs-murilo-antunes_site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330925280695108450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SftATF_7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LmoA-drAGL4/s320/fcs-murilo-antunes_site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Clareia manhã&lt;br /&gt;O sol vai esconder a clara estrela&lt;br /&gt;Ardente&lt;br /&gt;Pérola do céu refletindo&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;A luz do dia a contemplar&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo sedento&lt;br /&gt;Louco de prazer e desejos&lt;br /&gt;Ardentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Murilo Antunes&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/4540818653681850442-8986831255736068233?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8986831255736068233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/nascente-murilo-antunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8986831255736068233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8986831255736068233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/nascente-murilo-antunes.html' title='NASCENTE - Murilo Antunes'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SftATF_7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LmoA-drAGL4/s72-c/fcs-murilo-antunes_site.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-87427302797356791</id><published>2009-05-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:22:40.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARCELO CAMELO'/><title type='text'>VIDA DOCE - Marcelo Camelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfskzSmW3hI/AAAAAAAAANY/lJ7XkL0gPOQ/s1600-h/Marcelo+Camelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330895047507762706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfskzSmW3hI/AAAAAAAAANY/lJ7XkL0gPOQ/s320/Marcelo+Camelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;toda beira é final de dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;eu deixo tudo sempre pra fazer mais tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e assim eu caminho no tempo que bem entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;afinal faz parte de mim ser assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;mais um pouco e vai dar sinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;brinco de esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;caminho de fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;não vou mais só no que a vida me traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;vida que é doce levar o caminho é de fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;diga que eu não vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;onde você for vida me leva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e todo sentimento me carrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;quem no balanço do mar caminha num baque só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;quem no balanço do mar caminha num baque só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;vida que é doce levar avisa de lá que eu já sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;todo balanço que dá neste navegar naveguei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marcelo de Souza Camelo &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/4540818653681850442-87427302797356791?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/87427302797356791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-doce-marcelo-camelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/87427302797356791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/87427302797356791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-doce-marcelo-camelo.html' title='VIDA DOCE - Marcelo Camelo'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfskzSmW3hI/AAAAAAAAANY/lJ7XkL0gPOQ/s72-c/Marcelo+Camelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-7172896593863252395</id><published>2009-04-30T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:22:58.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NILSON CHAVES'/><title type='text'>DESTINO MARAJOARA - Nilson Chaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfodElGKk4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cDSUaYLpyTM/s1600-h/2293231143_c3e556bf4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330605073461056386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfodElGKk4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cDSUaYLpyTM/s320/2293231143_c3e556bf4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Quando me dei conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Eu cantava Amazônia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Era um rio de beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Navegando em minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O céu do Marajó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O canto do curió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Baía do Sol, quando dei por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Um curumim vibrava aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O coração de cantador, sorrir, aqui, assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Destino Marajoara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Destino Marajoara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sina, sina, sina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ajuruteua, Salinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tudo que aprendo me ensina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O prazer de te cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sina, sina, sina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Luar de Mosqueteiro fascina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A marujada me anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Adoro o teu siriá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Quando fiz as malas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pra correr o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mergulhei meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No fogo do teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O límpido igarapé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O Círio de Nazaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Alter do Chão, não fique distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não te esqueci nenhum segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Teu amuleto está no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Em mim, aqui, assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Destino Marajoara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Destino Marajoara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nilson Chaves&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/4540818653681850442-7172896593863252395?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7172896593863252395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino-marajoara-nilson-chaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7172896593863252395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7172896593863252395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino-marajoara-nilson-chaves.html' title='DESTINO MARAJOARA - Nilson Chaves'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfodElGKk4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cDSUaYLpyTM/s72-c/2293231143_c3e556bf4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5119285269873501594</id><published>2009-04-30T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:23:19.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CELSO VIÁFORA'/><title type='text'>NÃO VOU SAIR - Celso Viáfora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoZhsn2MnI/AAAAAAAAANA/v1tRnEOiFF0/s1600-h/celso_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330601175651070578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoZhsn2MnI/AAAAAAAAANA/v1tRnEOiFF0/s320/celso_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A geração da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não teve muita chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De se afirmar de arrasar de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sem nada pela frente pintou aquele lance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De se mudar de se mandar desse país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E aí você partiu pro Canadá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas eu fiquei no "já vou já"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pois quando tava me arrumando pra ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bati com os olhos no luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E a lua foi bater no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E eu fui que fui brincando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Distante tantas milhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;São tristes os invernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não vou sair tá mal aqui mas vai mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Os velhos de Brasília&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não podem ser eternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pior que foi pior que tá não vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não vou sair melhor você voltar pra cá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não vou deixar esse lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pois quando tava me arrumando pra ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bati com os olhos no luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E a lua foi bater no marE eu fui que fui ficando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Celso Viáfora - Gravado por Nilson Chaves&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-5119285269873501594?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5119285269873501594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-vou-sair-celso-viafora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5119285269873501594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5119285269873501594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-vou-sair-celso-viafora.html' title='NÃO VOU SAIR - Celso Viáfora'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoZhsn2MnI/AAAAAAAAANA/v1tRnEOiFF0/s72-c/celso_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4725637317807683207</id><published>2009-04-30T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:25:09.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CARLINHOS BROWN'/><title type='text'>MARIA DE VERDADE - Carlinhos Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoV54iUbgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DG7UkvwdSek/s1600-h/CarlinhosBrown-320x240-12377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330597193119460866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoV54iUbgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DG7UkvwdSek/s320/CarlinhosBrown-320x240-12377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoV0e1JtII/AAAAAAAAAMw/y01QCz4JujI/s1600-h/carlinhos_brown.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pousa-se toda Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no varal das 22 fadas nuas lourinhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fostes besouro Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e a aba do Pierrot descosturou na bainha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Farinhar bem, derramar a canção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Revirar trens, louco mover paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nas direções, programado e emoldurado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esperarei romântico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou a pessoa Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na água quente e boa gente tua Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Voa quem voa Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e a alma sempre boa sempre vou à Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Farinhar bem, derramar a canção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Revirar trens, louco mover paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nas direções, programado e emoldurado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esperarei romântico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tou vitimado no profundo poço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;na poça do mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;do céu amor vai chover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tua pessoa Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mesmo que doa Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tua pessoa Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mesmo que doa Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Antonio Carlos Santos de Freitas (Carlinhos Brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-4725637317807683207?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4725637317807683207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/maria-de-verdade-carlinhos-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4725637317807683207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4725637317807683207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/maria-de-verdade-carlinhos-brown.html' title='MARIA DE VERDADE - Carlinhos Brown'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoV54iUbgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DG7UkvwdSek/s72-c/CarlinhosBrown-320x240-12377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3430107472770025187</id><published>2009-04-30T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:51:45.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGELA RO RO'/><title type='text'>AMOR, MEU GRANDE AMOR - Ângela Ro Ro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoNfaRqtmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xMaiw2nIC7A/s1600-h/angelaroro1-744313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330587942226933346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoNfaRqtmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xMaiw2nIC7A/s320/angelaroro1-744313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amor, meu grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não chegue na hora marcada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim como as canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como as paixões e as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me veja nos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Na minha cara lavada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me sinta sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se sou fogo ou se sou água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amor, meu grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me chegue assim bem de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem nome ou sobrenome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem sentir o que não sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que tudo o que ofereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;É meu calor, meu endereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A vida do teu filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Desde o fim até o começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amor, meu grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Só dure o tempo que mereça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E quando me quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que seja de qualquer maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Enquanto me tiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que eu seja a última e a primeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E quando eu te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Meu grande amor, me reconheça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ângela Maria Diniz Gonçalves&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-3430107472770025187?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3430107472770025187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/amaor-meu-grande-amor-angela-ro-ro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3430107472770025187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3430107472770025187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/amaor-meu-grande-amor-angela-ro-ro.html' title='AMOR, MEU GRANDE AMOR - Ângela Ro Ro'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoNfaRqtmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xMaiw2nIC7A/s72-c/angelaroro1-744313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8542086711812843665</id><published>2009-04-30T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:25:52.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELOMAR'/><title type='text'>ARRUMAÇÃO - Elomar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoGQ4dsBlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1sRJZJKylzY/s1600-h/efm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330579996050982482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoGQ4dsBlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1sRJZJKylzY/s320/efm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Josefina sai cá fora e vem vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;olha os fôrro ramiado vai chovê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vai trimina ridusi toda a criação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;das banda de lá do ri Gavião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;chiquêra prá cá já ronca o truvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;futuca a tuia, pega o catadô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vamo plantá feijão no pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mãe Purdença inda num culheu o ái&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o ái roxo essa lavora tardã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;diligença pega panicum balai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vai cum tua irmã, vai num pulo só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vai culhê o ái, ái de tua avó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;futuca a tuia, pega o catadô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vamo plantá feijão no pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lua nova sussarana vai passá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"sêda branca" na passada ela levô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ponta d'unha lua fina risca no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a onça prisunha a cara de réu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o pai do chiquêro a gata comeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;foi num truvejo c'ua zagaia só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;foi tanto sangue de dá dó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;os cigano já subiro bêra ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é só danos todo ano nunca vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;paciência já num guento a pirsiguição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;já sô um caco véi nesse meu sertão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tudo qui juntei foi só prá ladrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;futuca a tuia, pega o catadô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vamo plantá feijão no pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Elomar Figueira de Melo&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-8542086711812843665?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8542086711812843665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrumacao-elomar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8542086711812843665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8542086711812843665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrumacao-elomar.html' title='ARRUMAÇÃO - Elomar'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfoGQ4dsBlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1sRJZJKylzY/s72-c/efm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-2699494458324201380</id><published>2009-04-30T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:26:10.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VITAL FARIAS'/><title type='text'>A SAGA DA AMAZÔNIA - Vital Farias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfn8knBgiaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OYLwwR9j8Kw/s1600-h/capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330569339850492322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfn8knBgiaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OYLwwR9j8Kw/s320/capa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Era uma vez na Amazônia a mais bonita floresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mata verde, céu azul, a mais imensa floresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no fundo d'água as Iaras, caboclo lendas e mágoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e os rios puxando as águas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Papagaios, periquitos, cuidavam de suas cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;os peixes singrando os rios, curumins cheios de amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sorria o jurupari, uirapuru, seu porvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;era: fauna, flora, frutos e flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Toda mata tem caipora para a mata vigiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;veio caipora de fora para a mata definhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e trouxe dragão-de-ferro, prá comer muita madeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e trouxe em estilo gigante, pra acabar com a capoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fizeram logo o projeto sem ninguém testemunhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pra o dragão cortar madeira e toda mata derrubar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;se a floresta meu amigo, tivesse pé pra andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eu garanto, meu amigo, com o perigo não tinha ficado lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O que se corta em segundos gasta tempo pra vingar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e o fruto que dá no cacho pra gente se alimentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;depois tem o passarinho, tem o ninho, tem o ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;igarapé, rio abaixo, tem riacho e esse rio que é um mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas o dragão continua a floresta devorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e quem habita essa mata, pra onde vai se mudar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;corre índio, seringueiro, preguiça, tamanduá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tartaruga: pé ligeiro, corre-corre tribo dos Kamaiura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No lugar que havia mata, hoje há perseguição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;grileiro mata posseiro só pra lhe roubar seu chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;castanheiro, seringueiro já viraram até peão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;afora os que já morreram como ave-de-arribação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Zé de Nana tá de prova, naquele lugar tem cova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gente enterrada no chão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pois mataram índio que matou grileiro que matou posseiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;disse um castanheiro para um seringueiro que um estrangeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;roubou seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Foi então que um violeiro chegando na região&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ficou tão penalizado que escreveu essa canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e talvez, desesperado com tanta devastação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pegou a primeira estrada, sem rumo, sem direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;com os olhos cheios de água, sumiu levando essa mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dentro do seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aqui termina essa história para gente de valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pra gente que tem memória, muita crença, muito amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pra defender o que ainda resta, sem rodeio, sem aresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;era uma vez uma floresta na Linha do Equador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Vital Farias&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-2699494458324201380?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfn8knBgiaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OYLwwR9j8Kw/s72-c/capa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-7245489590333294271</id><published>2009-04-30T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:26:29.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HÉLIO CONTRERAS'/><title type='text'>ESTAMPAS EUCALOL - Hélio Contreiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfn8Aml4qRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0B16i90XIBU/s1600-h/1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330568721259342098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfn8Aml4qRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0B16i90XIBU/s320/1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Montado no meu cavalo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Libertava Prometeu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Toureava o minotauro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Era amigo de Teseu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Viajava o mundo inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nas estampas Eucalol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;À sombra de um abacateiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ícaro fugia do sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Subia a Monte Olimpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ribanceira lá do quintal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mergulhava até Netuno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No oceano abissal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;São Jorge ia prá lua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luta contra o dragão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;São Jorge quase morria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas eu lhe dava a mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E voltava trazendo a moça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Com quem ia me casar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Era a minha professora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que roubei do rei Lear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hélio Contreiras &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/4540818653681850442-7245489590333294271?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7245489590333294271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/estampas-eucalol-helio-contreiras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7245489590333294271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7245489590333294271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/estampas-eucalol-helio-contreiras.html' title='ESTAMPAS EUCALOL - Hélio Contreiras'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfn8Aml4qRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0B16i90XIBU/s72-c/1076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5147970624658151670</id><published>2009-04-30T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:26:50.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANTÔNIO CÍCERO'/><title type='text'>PRA COMEÇAR - Antônio Cícero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfnynA5a1RI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u-yqUlx1gS8/s1600-h/ac.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330558386039346450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfnynA5a1RI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u-yqUlx1gS8/s320/ac.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pra começar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Quem vai colar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Os tais caquinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Do velho mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pátrias, Famílias, Religiões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E preconceitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Quebrou não tem mais jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Agora descubra de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;O que você ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Que tudo pode ser seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se tudo caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Que tudo caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pois tudo raia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E o mundo pode ser seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pra terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Quem vai colar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Os tais caquinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Do velho mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Antônio Cícero Lima&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/4540818653681850442-5147970624658151670?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5147970624658151670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/pra-comecar-antonio-cicero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5147970624658151670'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8235705166077093054</id><published>2009-04-29T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:27:15.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAULO CÉSAR PINHEIRO'/><title type='text'>ANABELA - Paulo César Pinheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj6lXgT3iI/AAAAAAAAALw/lZXS_mEJnnY/s1600-h/paulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330285678864621090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj6lXgT3iI/AAAAAAAAALw/lZXS_mEJnnY/s320/paulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No porto de vila velha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vi anabela chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olho de chama de vela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cabelo de velejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pele de fruta cabocla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Com a boca de cambucá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seios de agulha de bússola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na trilha do meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fui ancorando nela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Naquela ponta de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No pano do meu veleiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Veio anabela deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vento eriçava o meu pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queimava em mim seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seu corpo de tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rodou meu corpo no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Com mãos de rodamoinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fez o meu barco afundar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu que pensei que fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daquele ventre meu cais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Só percebi meu naufrágio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando era tarde demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vi anabela partindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pra não voltar nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Paulo César Pinheiro&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-8235705166077093054?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8235705166077093054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/anabela-paulo-cesar-pinheiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8235705166077093054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8235705166077093054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/anabela-paulo-cesar-pinheiro.html' title='ANABELA - Paulo César Pinheiro'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj6lXgT3iI/AAAAAAAAALw/lZXS_mEJnnY/s72-c/paulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5115911768274948225</id><published>2009-04-29T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:27:31.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABEL SILVA'/><title type='text'>ALMA - Abel Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj4VpZW0CI/AAAAAAAAALo/uO421348Hjk/s1600-h/abel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330283209766129698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj4VpZW0CI/AAAAAAAAALo/uO421348Hjk/s320/abel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;há almas que têm as dores secretas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;as portas abertas sempre pra dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;há almas que têm juízo e vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;alguma bondade e algum amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;há almas que têm espaços vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;amores vadios, restos de emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;há almas que têm a mais louca alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;que é quase agonia, quase profissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a minha alma tem um corpo moreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;nem sempre sereno, nem sempre explosão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;feliz esta alma que vive comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;que vai onde eu sigo o meu coração .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Abel Ferreira da Silva - Gravado por Edu Lobo e Nana Caymmi&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-5115911768274948225?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5115911768274948225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/alma-abel-silva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5115911768274948225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5115911768274948225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/alma-abel-silva.html' title='ALMA - Abel Silva'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj4VpZW0CI/AAAAAAAAALo/uO421348Hjk/s72-c/abel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-2108834754108056111</id><published>2009-04-29T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:27:48.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUELY COSTA'/><title type='text'>JURA SECRETA - Suely Costa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj3Kfsp9tI/AAAAAAAAALg/y0RND5kWbvM/s1600-h/scosta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330281918672533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj3Kfsp9tI/AAAAAAAAALg/y0RND5kWbvM/s320/scosta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Só uma coisa me entristece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;O beijo de amor que não roubei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A jura secreta que não fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A briga de amor que não causei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nada do que posso me alucina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tanto quanto o que não fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nada do que eu quero me suprime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;De que por não saber inda dão quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Só uma palavra me devora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Aquela que meu coração não diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Só o que me cega, o que me faz infeliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;É o brilho do olhar que não sofri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Suely Costa - Gravada por Fagner e Simone&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/4540818653681850442-2108834754108056111?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/2108834754108056111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/jura-secreta-suely-costa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2108834754108056111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/2108834754108056111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/jura-secreta-suely-costa.html' title='JURA SECRETA - Suely Costa'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfj3Kfsp9tI/AAAAAAAAALg/y0RND5kWbvM/s72-c/scosta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5626603418430815323</id><published>2009-04-29T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:28:05.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CACASO'/><title type='text'>AMOR, AMOR - Cacaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjwWm4oc2I/AAAAAAAAALY/un1Q0I0l9ko/s1600-h/16_MHG_rshow_cacaso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274430178849634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjwWm4oc2I/AAAAAAAAALY/un1Q0I0l9ko/s320/16_MHG_rshow_cacaso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quando o mar tem mais segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não é quando ele se agita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nem é quando é tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nem é quando é ventania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quando o mar tem mais segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;é quando é calmaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quando o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quando o amor tem mais perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não é quando ele se arrisca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nem é quando ele se ausentan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;em quando eu me desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quando o amor tem mais perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;é quando ele é sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Antônio Carlos Ferreira de Brito (Cacaso)&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/4540818653681850442-5626603418430815323?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hoje quero sentir-me, quando deitar-me nas pedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Como um lagarto que dorme, na incoerência das eras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sentar-me-ei entre feras e sentirei no seu hálito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A solução das esperas e um sofrimento esquálido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Adormecendo as uvas, reconstruindo em favas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Aconteceram as chuvas, redespertaram em lavas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Compareceram em chamas, estrangularam as falas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Carbonizaram miúdos, perpetuaram-se em galas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Filhos de freud, filhos de marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Filhos de brecht, filhos de bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Filhos do câncer, filhos de getúlio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Filhos do carbono, filhos de lampião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse fácil todo mundo era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse muito todo mundo tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse raso ninguém se afogava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse perto todo mundo vinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse graça todo mundo ria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse frio ninguém se queimava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse claro todo mundo via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse limpo ninguém se sujava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse farto todos satisfeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse largo tudo acomodava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse hoje todo mundo ontem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse tudo nada aqui restava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse homem junto com mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se cada bicho fosse como vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Se fosse tudo claro pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nesse momento nada se criou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;José Ramalho Neto&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/4540818653681850442-1714351686561124478?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1714351686561124478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/filhos-do-cancer-ze-ramalho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1714351686561124478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1714351686561124478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/filhos-do-cancer-ze-ramalho.html' title='FILHOS DO CÂNCER - Zé Ramalho'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjrpR_BHqI/AAAAAAAAALI/rTrXy_tVYwg/s72-c/img_ze_ramalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-6507869900532635109</id><published>2009-04-29T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:28:45.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAULINHO DA VIOLA'/><title type='text'>CORAÇÃO LEVIANO - Paulinho da Viola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjTDXA5DoI/AAAAAAAAALA/EVYhvck-Ba4/s1600-h/porto_alegre-1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330242213663805058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjTDXA5DoI/AAAAAAAAALA/EVYhvck-Ba4/s320/porto_alegre-1813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Trama em segredo teus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Parte sem dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nem lembra dos meus desenganos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fere quem tudo perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ah coração leviano não sabe o que fez do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ah coração leviano não sabe o que fez do meu (mas trama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Este pobre navegante meu coração amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Enfrentou a tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No mar da paixão e da loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fruto da minha aventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Em busca da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ah coração teu engano foi esperar por um bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;De um coração leviano que nunca será de ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Paulo César Batista de Faria&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/4540818653681850442-6507869900532635109?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjTDXA5DoI/AAAAAAAAALA/EVYhvck-Ba4/s72-c/porto_alegre-1813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5975014888478796676</id><published>2009-04-29T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:29:07.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GUILHERME ARANTES'/><title type='text'>GRÁVIDA - Guilherme Arantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjO4Ye2kEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W__FTp98AVE/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330237627032834114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjO4Ye2kEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W__FTp98AVE/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu me estilhaço todo em pedaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando ela faz aquele ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De quem só teve desamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um nó no peito a desatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu vou a jato ao topo do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É quando ela traz o solem seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso tanto seu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E em torno dela gravitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tudo gira em torno dela grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vida, grande dádiva, nenhuma dúvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gira em torno dela grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vida, grande dádiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma eterna órbita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em torno dela, grávida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Guilherme Arantes&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/4540818653681850442-5975014888478796676?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5975014888478796676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/gravida-guilherme-arantes.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-6296362016435616742</id><published>2009-04-29T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:04:28.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNS VERSOS - Adriana Calcanhotto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjJ5pQymkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Fhx_ZumXT9M/s1600-h/abc49a20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330232151158987330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjJ5pQymkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Fhx_ZumXT9M/s320/abc49a20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou sua noite, sou seu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se você quiser dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu me despeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu em pedaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Como um silêncio ao contrário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enquanto espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Escrevo uns versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Depois rasgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou seu fado, sou seu bardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se você quiser ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O seu eunuco, o seu soprano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um seu arauto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu sou o sol da sua noite em claro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um rádio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu sou pelo avesso sua pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O seu casaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se você vai sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O seu asfalto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se você vai sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu chovo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sobre o seu cabelo pelo seu itinerário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou eu o seu paradeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Em uns versos que eu escrevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Depois rasgo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Adriana da Cunha Calcanhotto&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/4540818653681850442-6296362016435616742?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6296362016435616742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/uns-versos-adriana-calcanhotto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8987866654323243061</id><published>2009-04-29T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:29:26.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAIGUARA'/><title type='text'>QUE AS CRIANÇAS CANTEM LIVRES - Taiguara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjGB0a9yWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1mS40nq1SSw/s1600-h/Taiguara09101945a14021996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330227893546895714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjGB0a9yWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1mS40nq1SSw/s320/Taiguara09101945a14021996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O tempo passa e atravessa as avenidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o fruto cresce, pesa e enverga o velho pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o vento forte quebra as telhas e vidraças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o livro sábio deixa em branco o que não é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pode não ser essa mulher o que te falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pode não ser esse calor o que faz mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pode não ser essa gravata o que sufoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ou essa falta de dinheiro que é fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vê como um fogo brando funde um ferro duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vê como o asfalto é teu jardim se você crê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que há sol nascente avermelhando o céu escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chamando os homens pro seu tempo de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E que as crianças cantem livres sobre os muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E ensinem sonho ao que não pode amar sem dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E que o passado abra os presentes pro futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que não dormiu e preparou o amanhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Taiguara Chalar da Silva&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/4540818653681850442-8987866654323243061?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8987866654323243061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-as-criancas-cantem-livres-taiguara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8987866654323243061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8987866654323243061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-as-criancas-cantem-livres-taiguara.html' title='QUE AS CRIANÇAS CANTEM LIVRES - Taiguara'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjGB0a9yWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1mS40nq1SSw/s72-c/Taiguara09101945a14021996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-6035754154728943802</id><published>2009-04-29T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:29:45.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHICO AMARAL'/><title type='text'>NÔMADE - Chico Amaral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjA0sLNTZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DQTGFoC3h3Y/s1600-h/_MG_8329-723666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330222170436881810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjA0sLNTZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DQTGFoC3h3Y/s320/_MG_8329-723666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A minha casa está onde está o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ele muda, minha casa não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;No campo, em minas, terras gerais ou qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Onde estou, a minha casa está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Meu endereço é o sítio estrelado de norte a sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ele muda a cada estação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Na boca do sertão, na varanda do seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Onde estou, a minha casa está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A minha carne é feita de tudo que vai e vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tempo, nuvem, aflição também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Encontro e perda ao mesmo tempo, eu não vou parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Onde estou, a minha casa está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Porque que eu sou apenas movimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sou do mundo, sou do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;NômadePorque quando paro sou ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Não declaro onde ou quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nômade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Porque eu sou apenas movimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sou do mundo, sou do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nômade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Porque quando passo sou alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sou do espaço, sou do bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nômade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Francisco Amaral&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-6035754154728943802?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6035754154728943802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/nomade-chico-amaral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/6035754154728943802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/6035754154728943802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/nomade-chico-amaral.html' title='NÔMADE - Chico Amaral'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfjA0sLNTZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DQTGFoC3h3Y/s72-c/_MG_8329-723666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5177087427735968016</id><published>2009-04-29T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:30:06.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SÉRGIO NATUREZA'/><title type='text'>AS APARÊNCIAS ENGANAM - Sergio Natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfiq299Fg-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ivvOjgVz7oA/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330198020313416674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfiq299Fg-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ivvOjgVz7oA/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As aparências enganam, aos que odeiam e aos que amam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Porque o amor e o ódio se irmanam na fogueira das paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os corações pegam fogo e depois não há nada que os apague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;se a combustão os persegue, as labaredas e as brasas são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O alimento, o veneno e o pão, o vinho seco, a recordação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dos tempos idos de comunhão, sonhos vividos de conviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As aparências enganam, aos que odeiam e aos que amam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Porque o amor e o ódio se irmanam na geleira das paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os corações viram gelo e, depois, não há nada que os degele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se a neve, cobrindo a pele, vai esfriando por dentro o ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não há mais forma de se aquecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;não há mais tempo de se esquentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não há mais nada pra se fazer, senão chorar sob o cobertor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As aparências enganam, aos que gelam e aos que inflamam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Porque o fogo e o gelo se irmanam no outono das paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os corações cortam lenha e, depois, se preparam pra outro inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas o verão que os unira, ainda, vive e transpira ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nos corpos juntos na lareira, na reticente primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No insistente perfume de alguma coisa chamada amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sergio Varela (Natureza)&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/4540818653681850442-5177087427735968016?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5177087427735968016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfiq299Fg-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ivvOjgVz7oA/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5648398214922223471</id><published>2009-04-29T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:30:25.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VÍTOR MARTINS'/><title type='text'>CARTOMANTE - Vítor Martins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfinvBQu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sx9hlYA2tKs/s1600-h/ivan-gal-grande07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330194585227286930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfinvBQu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sx9hlYA2tKs/s320/ivan-gal-grande07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nos dias de hoje é bom que se proteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ofereça a face pra quem quer que seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nos dias de hoje esteja tranqüilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Haja o que houver pense nos seus filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não ande nos bares, esqueça os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não pare nas praças, não corra perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não fale do medo que temos da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não ponha o dedo na nossa ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nos dias de hoje não lhes dê motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Porque na verdade eu te quero vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tenha paciência, Deus está contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Deus está conosco até o pescoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Já está escrito, já está previsto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Por todas as videntes, pelas cartomantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tá tudo nas cartas, em todas as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No jogo dos búzios e nas profecias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cai o rei de Espadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cai o rei de Ouros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cai o rei de Paus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cai não fica nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vítor Martins&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/4540818653681850442-5648398214922223471?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5648398214922223471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/cartomante-vitor-martins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5648398214922223471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5648398214922223471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/cartomante-vitor-martins.html' title='CARTOMANTE - Vítor Martins'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfinvBQu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sx9hlYA2tKs/s72-c/ivan-gal-grande07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5508082844883500858</id><published>2009-04-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:30:45.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAMARTINE BABO'/><title type='text'>HINO DO FLAMENGO - Lamartine Babo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfiggRLPe6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/97fWWTaTOUA/s1600-h/238_97-lamartine%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330186635219794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfiggRLPe6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/97fWWTaTOUA/s320/238_97-lamartine%252001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma vez Flamengo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sempre Flamengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flamengo sempre, eu hei de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É meu maior prazer vê-lo brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seja na terra, seja no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vencer, vencer, vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma vez Flamengo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flamengo até, morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Na regata ele me mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me maltrata, me arrebata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que emoção no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Consagrado no gramado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sempre amado, o mais cotado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nos Fla-Flus é o 'ai, Jesus'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu teria um desgosto profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se faltasse o Flamengo no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele vibra, ele é fibra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muita libra, já pesou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flamengo até morrer eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lamartine de Azeredo Babo&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-5508082844883500858?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5508082844883500858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/hino-do-flamengo-lamartine-babo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5508082844883500858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5508082844883500858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/hino-do-flamengo-lamartine-babo.html' title='HINO DO FLAMENGO - Lamartine Babo'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfiggRLPe6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/97fWWTaTOUA/s72-c/238_97-lamartine%252001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-7792308543367319024</id><published>2009-04-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:31:09.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BELCHIOR'/><title type='text'>MUCURIPE - Belchior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfie0RMdLeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/K0fOrxmmd-I/s1600-h/1187922368_belchior1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330184779799014882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfie0RMdLeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/K0fOrxmmd-I/s320/1187922368_belchior1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As velas do Mucuripe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vão sair para pescar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vou levar as minhas mágoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pra águas fundas do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hoje à noite namorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sem ter medo de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sem vontade de casar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Calça nova de riscado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Paletó de linho branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Que até o mês passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lá no campo 'inda era flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sob o meu chapéu quebrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O sorriso ingênuo e franco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;De um rapaz novo encantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Com vinte anos de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aquela estrela é dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vida, vento, vela leva-me daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Antônio Carlos Gomes &lt;strong&gt;Belchior&lt;/strong&gt; Fontenelle Fernandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-7792308543367319024?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7792308543367319024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/mucuripe-belchior.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7792308543367319024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7792308543367319024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/mucuripe-belchior.html' title='MUCURIPE - Belchior'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfie0RMdLeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/K0fOrxmmd-I/s72-c/1187922368_belchior1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-1926744334938336324</id><published>2009-04-29T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:31:35.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARY BARROSO'/><title type='text'>NA BAIXA DO SAPATEIRO - Ary Barroso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfgvmbAjecI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XDj30qDvQ4A/s1600-h/arybarroso1943thomasdmcavoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330062496124598722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfgvmbAjecI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XDj30qDvQ4A/s320/arybarroso1943thomasdmcavoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na Baixa do Sapateiro eu encontrei um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A morena mais frajola da Bahia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pedi-lhe um beijo, não deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um abraço, sorriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pedi-lhe a mão, não quis dar, fugiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bahia, terra da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Morena, eu ando louco de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu Senhor do Bonfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Arranje outra morena igualzinha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh! amor, ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Amor bobagem que a gente não explica, ai, ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Prova um bocadinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fica envenenado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E pro resto da vida é um tal de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ô Bahia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bahia que não me sai do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Faço o meu lamento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na desesperança, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;De encontrar nesse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um amor que eu perdi na Bahia, vou contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ô Bahia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bahia que não me sai do pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ary Evangelista de Resende Barroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-1926744334938336324?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/1926744334938336324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/na-baixa-do-sapateiro-ary-barroso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1926744334938336324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/1926744334938336324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/na-baixa-do-sapateiro-ary-barroso.html' title='NA BAIXA DO SAPATEIRO - Ary Barroso'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfgvmbAjecI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XDj30qDvQ4A/s72-c/arybarroso1943thomasdmcavoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-9040750953717672255</id><published>2009-04-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:32:05.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VINÍCIUS DE MORAES'/><title type='text'>COTIDIANO Nº 2 - Vinícius de Moraes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfenePFA-pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7ZTk-Fy2pvE/s1600-h/Vinicius-de-Moraes-790855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329912821901752978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfenePFA-pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7ZTk-Fy2pvE/s320/Vinicius-de-Moraes-790855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Há dias que eu não sei o que me passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu abro o meu Neruda e apago o sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Misturo poesia com cachaça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E acabo discutindo futebol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acordo de manhã, pão sem manteiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E muito, muito sangue no jornal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aí a criançada toda chega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu chego a achar Herodes natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não tem nada, não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho o meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depois faço a loteca com a patroa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem sabe nosso dia vai chegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E rio porque rico ri à toa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Também não custa nada imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aos sábados em casa tomo um porre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sonho soluções fenomenais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas quando o sono vem e a noite morre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O dia conta histórias sempre iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Às vezes quero crer mas não consigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É tudo uma total insensatez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aí pergunto a Deus: escute, amigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se foi pra desfazer, por que é que fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não tem nada, não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho o meu violão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Marcus Vinicius da Cruz de Melo Moraes&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-9040750953717672255?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/9040750953717672255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/cotidiano-n-2-vinicius-de-moraes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8297905076300371458</id><published>2009-04-28T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:32:22.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MORAES MOREIRA'/><title type='text'>CABELEIRA DA BERENICE - Moraes Moreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfejPaLekTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c7eNunyV97g/s1600-h/moraes_moreira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329908169137099058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfejPaLekTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c7eNunyV97g/s320/moraes_moreira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poder afagar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sua pele macia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E que pronuncia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O nome dela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O vento esculpe o seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Corpo em nuvem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Destampa ventre peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rosto e cabeleira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Traça do meu bem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Visão inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entre estrela céu aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Firmamento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando nela ponho o pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fogueira abraça lenha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E lenha com brasa se casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O sol em combustão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dispara raio, relâmpago e trovão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Arco-íris, montes, matas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rios, fontes e cascatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chuva, sêmen, seiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sangue e saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mar oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todo ele se ativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Antônio Carlos Moreira Pires (Moraes Moreira)&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-8297905076300371458?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8297905076300371458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/cabeleira-da-berenice-moraes-moreira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8297905076300371458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/8297905076300371458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/cabeleira-da-berenice-moraes-moreira.html' title='CABELEIRA DA BERENICE - Moraes Moreira'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfejPaLekTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c7eNunyV97g/s72-c/moraes_moreira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-6432571166179143087</id><published>2009-04-28T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:32:43.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADONIRAN BARBOSA'/><title type='text'>SAUDOSA MALOCA - Adoniran Barbosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfegx762DBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Dh4Z805zeJs/s1600-h/070412-01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329905463774809106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfegx762DBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Dh4Z805zeJs/s320/070412-01a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Si o senhor não tá lembrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dá licença de contá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que aqui onde agora está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Esse edifício arto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Era uma casa véia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Um palacete assobradado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Foi aqui seu moço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que eu, Mato Grosso e o Joca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Construimos nossa maloca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mais, um dia nois nem pode se alembrá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Veio os home cas ferramentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O dono mandô derrubá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Peguemos tudo as nossas coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E fumos pro meio da rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Preciá a demolição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que tristeza que nóis sentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cada táuba que caía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Duia no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mato Grosso quis gritá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas em cima eu falei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Os homi tá cá razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nós arranja outro lugá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Só se conformemos quando o Joca falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Deus dá o frio conforme o cobertô"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E hoje nóis pega a páia nas grama do jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E prá esquecê nóis cantemos assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Saudosa maloca, maloca querida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que dim donde nóis passemos dias feliz de nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;João Rubinato (Adoniran Barbosa)&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-6432571166179143087?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/6432571166179143087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/saudosa-maloca-adoniran-barbosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/6432571166179143087'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-371134661129940925</id><published>2009-04-28T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:33:28.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GERALDO PEREIRA'/><title type='text'>CABRITADA MAL SUCEDIDA - Geraldo Pereira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-371134661129940925?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/371134661129940925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/cabritada-mal-sucedida-geraldo-pereira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESSES MOÇOS'/><title type='text'>ESSES MOÇOS - Lupicínio Rodrigues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfeJky1hoEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wyO0QUh9SrA/s1600-h/158386gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329879949230841922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfeJky1hoEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wyO0QUh9SrA/s320/158386gg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esses moços, pobres moços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh!Se soubessem o que sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não amavam, não passavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aquilo que já passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Por meu olhos, por meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Por meu sangue, tudo enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É que eu peço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A esses moços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que acreditem em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se eles julgam que há um lindo futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só o amor nesta vida conduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saibam que deixam o céu por ser escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E vão ao inferno à procura de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu também tive nos meus belos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Essa mania e muito me custou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pois só as mágoas que eu trago no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E estas rugas que o amor me deixou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lupicínio Rodrigues&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-5034076200025176503?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfeJky1hoEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wyO0QUh9SrA/s72-c/158386gg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-2378062880295529288</id><published>2009-04-28T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:34:06.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GALVÃO'/><title type='text'>MISTÉRIO DO PLANETA - Galvão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfeFd7rp0BI/AAAAAAAAAJI/G2zvz5SObzQ/s1600-h/2543195212_7d47858a03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329875433299759122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfeFd7rp0BI/AAAAAAAAAJI/G2zvz5SObzQ/s320/2543195212_7d47858a03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou mostrando como sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e vou sendo como posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jogando meu corpo no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;andando por todos os cantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e pela lei natural dos encontros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu deixo e recebo um tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e passo aos olhos nús&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ou vestidos de lunetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;passado,presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;participo sendo o mistério do planeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O tríplice mistério do stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que passo por e sendo ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no que fica em cada um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no que sigo o meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e no ar que fez que assistiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;abra um parentese,não esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que independente disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu não passo de um malandro,de um moleque do Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que peço e dou esmolamas ando e penso sempre&lt;br /&gt;com mais de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;por isso ninguém veminha sacola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luiz Galvão - Gravado por Novos Baianos&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/4540818653681850442-2378062880295529288?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfeFd7rp0BI/AAAAAAAAAJI/G2zvz5SObzQ/s72-c/2543195212_7d47858a03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-7942038136190484061</id><published>2009-04-28T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:34:26.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAUSTO NILO'/><title type='text'>MENINAS DO BRASIL - Fausto Nilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfd_Q6k8fGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YB2tgJ2Xu-Y/s1600-h/nova207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329868612595121250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfd_Q6k8fGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YB2tgJ2Xu-Y/s320/nova207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Três meninas do Brasil, três corações democratas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tem moderna arquitetura ou simpatia mulata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Como um cinco fosse um trio, como um traço um fino fio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No espaço seresteiro da elétrica cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Deus me faça brasileiro, criador e criatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Um documento da raça pela graça da mistura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Do meu corpo em movimento, as três graças do Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Têm a cor da formosura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se a beleza não carece de ambição e escravatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E a alegria permanece e a mocidade me procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Liberdade é quando eu rio na vontade do assobio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Faço arte com pandeiro, matemática e loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Serenatas do Brasil, eu serei três serenatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Uma é o coração febril, a outra é o coração de lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A terceira é quando eu crio na canção um desafio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Entre o abraço do parceiro e um pedaço de amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se eu ganhasse o mundo inteiro, de Amélia a Doralice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;De Emília a Carolina, e os mistérios de Clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se teu nome principia, Marina no amor Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Só faria melodias com a beleza das meninas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quando o povo brasileiro viu Irene dar risada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Clementina no terreiro restaurando a batucada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Muito além de um quarto escuro, nos olhos da namorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eu sonhava com o futuro das meninas do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaustoNilo Costa Junior - Gravada por Moraes Moreira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-7942038136190484061?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7942038136190484061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/meninas-do-brasil-moraes-moreira.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7942038136190484061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7942038136190484061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/meninas-do-brasil-moraes-moreira.html' title='MENINAS DO BRASIL - Fausto Nilo'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfd_Q6k8fGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YB2tgJ2Xu-Y/s72-c/nova207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5500840196381037159</id><published>2009-04-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:34:46.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EDNARDO'/><title type='text'>IMÃ - Ednardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfd2VSwjfPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hrgLScw1sk8/s1600-h/1238997744_ednardo2_por_sergio_almeida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329858792201092338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sfd2VSwjfPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hrgLScw1sk8/s320/1238997744_ednardo2_por_sergio_almeida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rasgando um buraco no azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tu afloras feito o arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Com um pé pisando no tempo e o outro no espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E molha a sequidão do meu rosto de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Na água cristalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Em nosso rastro ferido arde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O Brasil e a nossa sina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nada te dou como herança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nada quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A vida é uma pessoa sem medo no caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Estrela de cinco pontas luminando noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do universo do chão ardendo luminando noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Habitamos o verbo chamado homem luminando noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cumprindo o destino do ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A raiz afunda na terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E bebe os segredos da areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Espalhando em cada folha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uma canção ao vento leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Leve é aquilo que brota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Muito além do medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Serena é a coragem de tudo aquilo que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Que é quem sempre caminha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E nunca pensa que tarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sua flecha certeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sempre crava na luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E sempre amanhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;José Ednardo Soares Costa Sousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-5500840196381037159?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para calar a boca: Rícino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para lavar a roupa: Omo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para viagem longa: Jato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para difíceis contas: Calculadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para o pneu na lona: Jacaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a pantalona: Nesga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para pular a onda: Litoral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para lápis ter ponta: apontador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para o Pará e o Amazonas: Látex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para parar na Pamplona: Assis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para trazer à tona: Homem-rã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a melhor azeitona: Ibéria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para o presente da noiva: Marzipã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para adidas o conga: Nacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para o outono a folha: Exclusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para embaixo da sombra: Guarda-sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para todas as coisas: Dicionário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para que fiquem prontas: Paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para dormir a fronha: Madrigal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para brincar na gangorra: Dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para fazer uma toca: Bobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para beber uma coca: Drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para ferver uma sopa: Graus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a luz lá na roça: 220 volts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para vigias em ronda: Café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para limpar a lousa: Apagador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para o beijo da moça: Paladar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para uma voz muito rouca: Hortelã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a cor roxa: Ataúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a galocha: Verlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para ser model: Melancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para abrir a rosa: Temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para aumentar a vitrola: Sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a cama de mola: Hóspede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para trancar bem a porta: Cadeado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para que serve a calota: Volkswagen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para quem não acorda: Balde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a letra torta: Pauta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para parecer mais nova: Avon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para os dias de prova: Amnésia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para estourar pipoca: Barulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para quem se afoga: Isopor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para levar na escola: Condução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para os dias de folga: Namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para o automóvel que capota: Guincho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para fechar uma aposta: Paraninfo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para quem se comporta: Brinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a mulher que aborta: Repouso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para saber a resposta: Vide-o-verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para escolher a compota: Jundiaí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a menina que engorda: Hipofagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a comida das orcas: Krill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para o telefone que toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a água lá na poça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para a mesa que vai ser posta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para você o que você gosta: diariamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;José Fernando Gomes dos Reis.&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/4540818653681850442-7070176530243436970?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZXabpXttI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7_ktia5lwAU/s72-c/4785582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-4843750355231626704</id><published>2009-04-27T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:35:29.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OTTO'/><title type='text'>TV A CABO - Otto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZVnmkJh1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OVGcDusNCj0/s1600-h/otto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329541347894986578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZVnmkJh1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OVGcDusNCj0/s320/otto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Acabo de comprar uma tv a cabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Acabo de entrar na solidão a cabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Acabo de comprar uma tv a cabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Acabo de entrar na solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Acabo de cair no 16 a cabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Acabo me tornando usuário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Acabo de cair no 16 a cabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Acabo me tornando usuário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Do 12 pro 57 é um assalto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;É um assalto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;É 171, 171, 171&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Só não caí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Porque sou nordestino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Bem alimentado, 171&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Vai Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Vem Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;pelo otto, o que dá lá é lama, é o caranguejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Otto Maximiliano Pereira de Cordeiro Ferreira&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/4540818653681850442-4843750355231626704?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/4843750355231626704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/tv-cabo-otto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4843750355231626704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/4843750355231626704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/tv-cabo-otto.html' title='TV A CABO - Otto'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZVnmkJh1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OVGcDusNCj0/s72-c/otto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5654291087472929662</id><published>2009-04-27T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:35:47.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSIS VALENTE'/><title type='text'>O MUNDO NÃO SE ACABOU - Assis Valente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZSMpwz1nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wZCZ4_gG5t4/s1600-h/as.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329537586362046066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZSMpwz1nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wZCZ4_gG5t4/s320/as.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Anunciaram e garantiram que o mundo ia se acabar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Por causa disso a minha gente lá de casa começou a rezar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E até disseram que o sol ia nascer antes da madrugada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Por causa disso nessa noite lá no morro não se fez batucada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Acreditei nessa conversa mole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pensei que o mundo ia se acabar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E fui tratando de me despedir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E sem demora fui tratando de aproveitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Beijei na boca de quem não devia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Peguei na mão de quem não conhecia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dancei um samba em traje de maiô &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E o tal do mundo não se acabou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Chamei um gajo com quem não me dava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E perdoei a sua ingratidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E festejando o acontecimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gastei com ele mais de quinhentão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Agora eu soube que o gajo anda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dizendo coisa que não se passou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Vai ter barulho e vai ter confusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Porque o mundo não se acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;José de Assis Valente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-5654291087472929662?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5654291087472929662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-mundo-nao-se-acabou-assis-valente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5654291087472929662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5654291087472929662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-mundo-nao-se-acabou-assis-valente.html' title='O MUNDO NÃO SE ACABOU - Assis Valente'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZSMpwz1nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wZCZ4_gG5t4/s72-c/as.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3428032171802910623</id><published>2009-04-27T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:36:12.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANDRÉ ABUJAMRA'/><title type='text'>O MUNDO - André Abujamra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZPQu25iFI/AAAAAAAAAII/TWDPaj5rzI4/s1600-h/866297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329534357914355794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZPQu25iFI/AAAAAAAAAII/TWDPaj5rzI4/s320/866297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo é pequeno pra caramba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tem alemão, italiano, italiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo filé a milanesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tem coreano, japonês, japonesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo é uma salada russa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tem nego da Pérsia, tem nego da Prússia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo é uma esfiha de carne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tem nego do Zâmbia, tem nego do Zaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo é azul lá de cima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo é vermelho na China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo ta muito gripado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O açúcar é doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O sal é salgado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo caquinho de vidro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ta cego do olho, ta surdo do ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O mundo ta muito doente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O homem que mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O homem que mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por que você me trata mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se eu só te trato bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por que você me faz o mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se eu só te faço o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Todos somos filhos de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Só não falamos a mesma língua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;André Cibelli Abujamra&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/4540818653681850442-3428032171802910623?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3428032171802910623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-mundo-andre-abujamra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3428032171802910623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3428032171802910623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-mundo-andre-abujamra.html' title='O MUNDO - André Abujamra'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfZPQu25iFI/AAAAAAAAAII/TWDPaj5rzI4/s72-c/866297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-7416664381557584124</id><published>2009-04-27T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:36:29.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOEL ROSA'/><title type='text'>FILOSOFIA - Noel Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW6Jmn-_CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BCb7PLU1ouo/s1600-h/noel4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370408212692002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW6Jmn-_CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BCb7PLU1ouo/s320/noel4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O mundo me condena, e ninguém tem pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Falando sempre mal do meu nome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Deixando de saber se eu vou morrer de sede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ou se vou morrer de fome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas a filosofia hoje me auxilia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A viver indiferente assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nesta prontidão sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou fingindo que sou rico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pra ninguém zombar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não me incomodo que você me diga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que a sociedade é minha inimiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pois cantando neste mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vivo escravo do meu samba, muito embora vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quanto a você da aristocracia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que tem dinheiro, mas não compra alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Há de viver eternamente sendo escrava dessa gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que cultiva hipocrisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Noel de Medeiros Rosa&lt;br /&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/4540818653681850442-7416664381557584124?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7416664381557584124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/filosofia-noel-rosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7416664381557584124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7416664381557584124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/filosofia-noel-rosa.html' title='FILOSOFIA - Noel Rosa'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW6Jmn-_CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BCb7PLU1ouo/s72-c/noel4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-481465915762051093</id><published>2009-04-27T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:36:52.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEDRO LUÍS'/><title type='text'>NOITE SEVERINA - Pedro Luis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW1diLAH9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WT5FUCtMHs8/s1600-h/4113399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329365253056634834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW1diLAH9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WT5FUCtMHs8/s320/4113399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Corre calma Severina noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;De leve no lençol que te tateia a pele fina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pedras sonhando pó na mina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pedras sonhando com britadeiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cada ser tem sonhos a sua maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cada ser tem sonhos a sua maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Corre alta Severina noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No ronco da cidade uma janela assim acesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu respiro meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Chama no pavio da lamparina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sombra no lençol que te tateia a pele fina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sombra no lençol que te tateia a pele fina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ali tão sempre perto e não me vendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ali sinto tua alma flutuar do corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Teus olhos se movendo sem se abrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ali tão certo e justo e só te sendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Absinto-me de ti, mas sempre vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meus olhos te movendo sem te abrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Corre solta sua suna noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tocaia de animal que acompanha sua presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Escravo da sua beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Daqui a pouco o dia vai querer raiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Daqui a pouco o dia vai querer raiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pedro Luis&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/4540818653681850442-481465915762051093?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/481465915762051093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/noite-severina-pedro-luis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/481465915762051093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/481465915762051093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/noite-severina-pedro-luis.html' title='NOITE SEVERINA - Pedro Luis'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW1diLAH9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WT5FUCtMHs8/s72-c/4113399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-3278455552094267624</id><published>2009-04-27T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:37:11.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JORGE MAUTNER'/><title type='text'>LÁGRIMAS NEGRAS - Jorge Mautner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfWvo5T_2JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PqcAwtueeSM/s1600-h/1230389476160_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358851177175186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfWvo5T_2JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PqcAwtueeSM/s320/1230389476160_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Na frente do cortejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O meu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Forte como o aço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;São poços de petróleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A luz negra dos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lágrimas negras caem, saem, dóem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Por entre flores e estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Você usa uma delas como brinco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pendurada na orelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Astronauta da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Com a boca toda vermelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lágrimas negras caem, saem, dóem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;São como pedras de moinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Que moem, roem, moem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E você baby vai, vem, vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E você baby vem, vai, vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Belezas são coisas acesas por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tristezas são belezas apagadas pelo sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lágrimas negras caem, saem, doem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Henrique George Mautner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-3278455552094267624?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/3278455552094267624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/lagrimas-negras-jorge-mautner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3278455552094267624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/3278455552094267624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/lagrimas-negras-jorge-mautner.html' title='LÁGRIMAS NEGRAS - Jorge Mautner'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfWvo5T_2JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PqcAwtueeSM/s72-c/1230389476160_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-7241862048596069050</id><published>2009-04-27T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:37:31.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GONZAGUINHA'/><title type='text'>DE VOLTA AO COMEÇO - Gonzaguinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfWrMM_u7KI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9OYjjIvH0VA/s1600-h/gonzaguinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329353960198171810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfWrMM_u7KI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9OYjjIvH0VA/s320/gonzaguinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E o menino com o brilho do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Na menina dos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sorri e estende a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Entregando o seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E eu entrego o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E eu entro na roda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E canto as antigas cantigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;De amigo irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;As canções de amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Lumiar e escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E é como se eu despertasse de um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Que não me deixou viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E a vida explodisse em meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Com as cores que eu não sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E é como se eu descobrisse que a força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Esteve o tempo todo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E é como se então de repente eu chegasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ao fundo do fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;De volta ao começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ao fundo do fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luiz Gonzaga Nascimento Junior&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/4540818653681850442-7241862048596069050?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/7241862048596069050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-volta-ao-comeco-gonzaguinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7241862048596069050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/7241862048596069050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-volta-ao-comeco-gonzaguinha.html' title='DE VOLTA AO COMEÇO - Gonzaguinha'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfWrMM_u7KI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9OYjjIvH0VA/s72-c/gonzaguinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-5088666709306468003</id><published>2009-04-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:37:52.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RENATO RUSSO'/><title type='text'>O LIVRO DOS DIAS - Renato Russo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW23EOJYYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rSjKng0m6Do/s1600-h/e9cf7557-1ecf-40b1-90c2-87be1b6303be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329366791204987266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW23EOJYYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rSjKng0m6Do/s320/e9cf7557-1ecf-40b1-90c2-87be1b6303be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ausente o encanto antes cultivado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Percebo o mecanismo indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que teima em resgatar sem confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A essência do delito então sagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Meu coração não quer deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Meu corpo descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E teu desejo inverso é velho amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Já que o tenho sempre a meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hoje estão aceitas pelo nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;O que perfeito entregas mas é tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Só daria certo aos dois que tentam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Se ainda embriagado pela fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Exatos teu perdão e tua idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;O indulto a ti tomasse como bênção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não esconda tristeza de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Todos se afastam quando o mundo está errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Quando o que temos é um catálogo de erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Quando precisamos de carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Força e cuidadoEste é o livro das flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Este é o livro do destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Este é o livro de nossos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Este é o dia de nossos amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Renato Manfredini Junior (Renato Russo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4540818653681850442-5088666709306468003?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/5088666709306468003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-livro-dos-dias-renato-russo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5088666709306468003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4540818653681850442/posts/default/5088666709306468003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-livro-dos-dias-renato-russo.html' title='O LIVRO DOS DIAS - Renato Russo'/><author><name>Adilson Sobrinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879205356555932855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/Sgn6Nzy8niI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSdi2c_pR3Y/S220/vela3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfW23EOJYYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rSjKng0m6Do/s72-c/e9cf7557-1ecf-40b1-90c2-87be1b6303be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540818653681850442.post-8128117752331586684</id><published>2009-04-26T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:38:18.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALCEU VALENÇA'/><title type='text'>AGALOPADO - Alceu Valença</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfTxIPDya3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2XCVWv_fmds/s1600-h/18313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329149382869805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxpiHFl9m-c/SfTxIPDya3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2XCVWv_fmds/s320/18313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Quando eu canto o seu coração se abala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pois eu sou porta-voz da incoerência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Desprezando seu gesto de clemência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sei que meu pensamento lhe atrapalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cego o sol seu cavalo de batalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E faço a lua brilhar no meio-dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tempestade eu transformo em calmaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E dou um beijo no fio da navalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pra dançar e cair nas suas malhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gargalhando e sorrindo de agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Se acaso eu chorar não se espante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O meu riso e o meu choro não têm planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu canto a dor, o amor, o desengano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E a tristeza infinita dos amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Don Quixote liberto de Cervantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Descobri que os moinhos são reais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Entre feras, corujas e chacais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Viro pedra no meio do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Viro rosa, vereda de espinhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Incendeio esses tempos glaciais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alceu Paiva Valença&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/4540818653681850442-8128117752331586684?l=poemaemsi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/feeds/8128117752331586684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemaemsi.blogspot.com/2009/04/agalopado-alceu-valenca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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