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see you'/><category term='mika'/><category term='lykke li'/><category term='stop 4 a minute'/><category term='undisclosed desires'/><category term='tina dickow'/><category term='little black sandals'/><category term='dreams in colour'/><category term='Morningside'/><category term='death cab for cutie'/><category term='runaway'/><category term='musica'/><category term='Help Yourself'/><category term='Glen Hansard'/><category term='Eneida Marta'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='Feeling Good'/><category term='Muse'/><category term='Bajofondo'/><category term='Parva Que Sou'/><category term='shiver'/><category term='festival med 2010'/><category term='virgem suta'/><category term='Ponto Zero'/><category term='Foo Fighters'/><category term='joss stone'/><category term='Rita Redshoes'/><category term='15 festival internacional de jazz de loulé'/><category term='what&apos;s in the middle'/><category term='luanda cozetti'/><category term='sigur ros'/><category term='Oi Va Voi'/><category term='seen enough'/><category term='the only exception'/><category term='indiferença'/><category term='Sara Melson'/><category term='Laura Izibor'/><category term='Garfield'/><category term='Duffy'/><category term='anya marina'/><category term='broken strings'/><category term='ary dos santos'/><category term='Lura'/><category term='Rokia Traoré'/><category term='the bird and the bee'/><category term='In Sympathy'/><category term='daniel merriweather'/><category term='Al Di Meola'/><category term='massive attack'/><category term='It&apos;s Time To Run'/><category term='Falling Slowly'/><category term='cavalo à solta'/><category term='Bajofondo Tango Club'/><category term='far far'/><category term='brandon flowers'/><category term='run'/><category term='right as rain'/><category term='Goldfrapp'/><category term='alanis morissette'/><category term='kaiser chiefs'/><category term='Mário Laginha'/><title type='text'>A Banda Sonora Da Minha Vida</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque a música é parte essencial na minha vida... e porque todos nós em algum momento da nossa vida tivemos uma música que nos marcou para sempre...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-551144661678099147</id><published>2011-11-14T20:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:35:48.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Rumo a novas paragens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHG1T8JGo00/TsF7GWjBIoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MiwSSy_17IA/s1600/going+somewhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHG1T8JGo00/TsF7GWjBIoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MiwSSy_17IA/s320/going+somewhere.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tempo de me mudar rumo a outras paragens...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obrigado a quem por cá passou... :)&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/3455684648704338256-551144661678099147?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/551144661678099147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2011/11/rumo-novas-paragens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/551144661678099147'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7189641252613985598</id><published>2011-03-10T19:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:36:54.922Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone like you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adele'/><title type='text'>Someone Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard that you're settled down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you found a girl and you're married now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard that your dreams came true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old friend, why are you so shy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had hoped you'd see my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll remember you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how the time flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only yesterday was the time of our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were born and raised in a summer haze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bound by the surprise of our glory days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had hoped you'd see my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll remember you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing compares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No worries or cares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevermind, I'll find someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll remember you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevermind, I'll find someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll remember you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sometimes it lasts in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone Like You by Adele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="520" height="323" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OZtUjFJvYkA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-7189641252613985598?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7189641252613985598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1823408301035364292</id><published>2011-02-16T20:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:08:36.338Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deolinda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parva Que Sou'/><title type='text'>Parva Que Sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou da geração sem remuneração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não me incomoda esta condição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque isto está mau e vai continuar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já é uma sorte eu poder estagiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E fico a pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mundo tão parvo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou da geração "casinha dos pais"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se já tenho tudo, pra quê querer mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filhos, maridos, estou sempre a adiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ainda me falta o carro pagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E fico a pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mundo tão parvo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou da geração "vou queixar-me pra quê?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há alguém bem pior do que eu na TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que parva que eu sou ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou da geração "eu já não posso mais!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que esta situação dura há tempo demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E parva não sou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E fico a pensar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mundo tão parvo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde para ser escravo é preciso estudar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parva Que Sou by Deolina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A música do meu momento e de muitas mais pessoas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que Parvos Que Somos!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="550" height="339" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f8lo82tXbWU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-1823408301035364292?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1823408301035364292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2011/02/parva-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1823408301035364292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1823408301035364292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2011/02/parva-que-sou.html' title='Parva Que Sou'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f8lo82tXbWU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4029430776731766277</id><published>2010-11-15T23:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:19:38.845Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u know who i am'/><title type='text'>U Know Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/wtplD3IOF0BjzsdcHkkN/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've walked through dangers&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to strangers&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't, they didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;When the world seems senseless&lt;br /&gt;It's me and you against them&lt;br /&gt;And I love you 'cause you know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you dreamers keep dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And let those dreams rise into the light&lt;br /&gt;Go find someone who loves you&lt;br /&gt;To live those dreams through&lt;br /&gt;Don't you go get swallowed by the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've walked the stages&lt;br /&gt;I've read the pages&lt;br /&gt;And never, never reached the end&lt;br /&gt;All the world seems senseless&lt;br /&gt;You're here with me against them&lt;br /&gt;And I love you 'cause you know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside every soul&lt;br /&gt;There's a sadness on the verge of climbing through&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you try and fix it&lt;br /&gt;Why would you do that?&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful when sadness turns to songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll walk through dangers&lt;br /&gt;I'll dance with strangers&lt;br /&gt;But they will never understand&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be defenseless&lt;br /&gt;We'll win this war against them&lt;br /&gt;Don't you doubt this, yeah I'm sure we can&lt;br /&gt;And who cares if they never understand&lt;br /&gt;And I love you 'cause you know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U Know Who I Am by David Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-4029430776731766277?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4029430776731766277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2010/11/u-know-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4029430776731766277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4029430776731766277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2010/11/u-know-who-i-am.html' title='U Know Who I Am'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6058119991284697094</id><published>2010-11-04T00:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:37:01.868Z</updated><title type='text'>The dog days are over..... finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TNH9jYg7AWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/usL3tUoCvKs/s1600/4597079382_a9e8be00e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TNH9jYg7AWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/usL3tUoCvKs/s320/4597079382_a9e8be00e2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535484201332834658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are finally over... the cat days are about to come I hope...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esta música teve tanto sentido como hoje, portanto achei por bem partilhar... :)&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia by &lt;a href="http://jmpires.wordpress.com/"&gt;Joana Pires&lt;/a&gt; (cuja página, já agora, aconselho a visitar visto que é uma excelente fotógrafa!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happiness hit her like a train on a track&lt;br /&gt;Coming towards her stuck still no turning back&lt;br /&gt;She hid around corners and she hid under beds&lt;br /&gt;She killed it with kisses and from it she fled&lt;br /&gt;With every bubble she sank with her drink&lt;br /&gt;And washed it away down the kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br /&gt;The horses are coming&lt;br /&gt;So you better run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father&lt;br /&gt;Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers&lt;br /&gt;Leave all your loving, your loving behind&lt;br /&gt;You cant carry it with you if you want to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here they come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i never wanted anything from you&lt;br /&gt;Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh&lt;br /&gt;Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head&lt;br /&gt;Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here they come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father&lt;br /&gt;Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers&lt;br /&gt;Leave all your loving, your loving behind&lt;br /&gt;You cant carry it with you if you want to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the horses?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here they come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are over&lt;br /&gt;The dog days are done&lt;br /&gt;The horses are coming&lt;br /&gt;So you better run &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Dog Days Are Over by Florence and The Machine&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWOyfLBYtuU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1511751442716896173</id><published>2010-07-08T23:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:27:19.261+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flamingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossfire'/><title type='text'>Crossfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TDZcP-b-VSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2Cm_euU38gI/s1600/if_I_lay_here_by_roseonthegrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TDZcP-b-VSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2Cm_euU38gI/s320/if_I_lay_here_by_roseonthegrey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491678225153021218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There’s a still in the street outside your window&lt;br /&gt;You’re keepin’ secrets on your pillow&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside, no cause for alarm&lt;br /&gt;I promise tonight not to do no harm&lt;br /&gt;I promise you baby, I won't be no harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're caught up in the crossfire&lt;br /&gt;Of heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;And we're searching for shelter&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching your dress as you turn down the light&lt;br /&gt;I forget all about the storm outside&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds roll their way over town&lt;br /&gt;Heartache and pain came pouring down like&lt;br /&gt;Chaos in the rain, yeah&lt;br /&gt;They're handing it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're caught up in the crossfire&lt;br /&gt;Of heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;And we're searching for shelter&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came&lt;br /&gt;His fire he airs all through their beating vein&lt;br /&gt;And when the hardest part is over we'll be here&lt;br /&gt;And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries of our fears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to mine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossfire by Brandon Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AhU12zC8fc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AhU12zC8fc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" 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href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/crossfire.html' title='Crossfire'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TDZcP-b-VSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2Cm_euU38gI/s72-c/if_I_lay_here_by_roseonthegrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-2015231712617778451</id><published>2010-06-27T22:31:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:31:01.318+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanto por dizer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgem suta'/><title type='text'>Deixámos tanto por dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TCfQi9UG5cI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Y4-jfDG-PcE/s1600/6b7b5f64e9a683d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TCfQi9UG5cI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Y4-jfDG-PcE/s320/6b7b5f64e9a683d0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487583969967269314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gastámos horas com conversas vãs&lt;div&gt;Enquanto o principal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por capricho dos dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos sempre pra depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes os nãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escondiam um sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quantas vezes a distância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me tornou deserto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E te desejei ao pé de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos tanto por dizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restou o frio da partida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um mar de raiva, a despedida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficaram nos teus gestos, sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sem querer, palavras muitas por dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos tanto por dizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixámos tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficou tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficou tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficou tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficou tanto por dizer&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto Por Dizer by Virgem Suta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os Virgem Suta deram um concerto maravilhoso no último dia do Festival Med, definitivamente um encerramento em grande. 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the sea,but the tide was out&lt;br /&gt;Stood on the shore,but the wind was cold&lt;br /&gt;Waited around till no ones about&lt;br /&gt;Thought of my spirit till my head took hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoaaaa ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked to my heart, but my heart was empty&lt;br /&gt;Looked the ground, but the road was long&lt;br /&gt;And now I found my new salvation&lt;br /&gt;It's so new the old one's young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the dark to come&lt;br /&gt;My temptation and salvation&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the tide to turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark eyes become divine&lt;br /&gt;I need the love I crave&lt;br /&gt;Your hands they burn like mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you to my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the dark to come&lt;br /&gt;My temptation and salvation&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the tide to turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark eyes become divine&lt;br /&gt;I need the love I crave&lt;br /&gt;Your hands they burn like mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you to my grave&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you to my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation by Scanners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzY4MDAzNzc1NzAmcHQ9MTI3NjgwMDM4MDA2OCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTE*NDIxMGU2N2M5YjRlOWQ4Mzhl/MTk*MGY*YjJhNjBk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" height="180" width="400" style="width:400px;height:180px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4380584644462360968</id><published>2010-06-16T17:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:50:24.296+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival med 2010'/><title type='text'>Festival MED 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TBj-VxFRO1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/0xK_7VPrb7M/s1600/31842_120610334629820_107323485958505_187650_2447701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/TBj-VxFRO1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/0xK_7VPrb7M/s320/31842_120610334629820_107323485958505_187650_2447701_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483412196229725010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROGRAMA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23 de Junho de 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:30  Tocando Polirando (Palco Arco)&lt;br /&gt;21:00  Abmiram (Palco Bica)&lt;br /&gt;21:30  Zeca Medeiros (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;21:45  Amparo Sanchéz (Palco Cerca)&lt;br /&gt;22:00  Nanook “O Vagabundo” (Palco Arco)&lt;br /&gt;22:45  Femi Kuti &amp;amp; The Positive Force (Palco Matriz)&lt;br /&gt;23:30  Macacos do Chinês (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;00:00  Vieux Farka Touré (Palco Cerca)&lt;br /&gt;00.15  Isa Brito (Palco Bica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24 de Junho de 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:30  Duo João Cuña e Luis Fialho (Palco Arco)&lt;br /&gt;21:00  Nuno Reis &amp;amp; The Positronics (Palco Bica)&lt;br /&gt;21:30  Mazgani (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;21:45  Cacique'97 (Palco Cerca)&lt;br /&gt;22:00  Nanook “O Vagabundo” (Palco Arco)&lt;br /&gt;22:45  Goran Bregovic and His Wedding &amp;amp; Funeral Band (Palco Matriz)&lt;br /&gt;23:30  Andersen Molière (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;00:00  King Khan &amp;amp; The Shrines (Palco Cerca)&lt;br /&gt;00:15  Bandoo Roots (Palco Bica)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25 de Junho de 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:00  Quinteto Amar Guitarra &amp;amp; Betty M (Palco Arco)&lt;br /&gt;21:00  Atma (Palco Bica)&lt;br /&gt;21:30  Galandum Galundaina (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;21:45  3 Pianos (Palco Matriz)&lt;br /&gt;22:00  Nanook “O Vagabundo” (Palco Arco)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22:45  Anaquim (Palco Cerca)&lt;br /&gt;23:30  The Legendary Tiger Man (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;23:45  Orchestra Baobab (Palco Matriz)&lt;br /&gt;00:15  Draska (Palco Bica)&lt;br /&gt;01:00  Step_Line Project (Live Act) (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;01:15  Watcha Clan (Palco Cerca)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26 de Junho de 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:30  Nobre Ventura (Palco Arco)&lt;br /&gt;21:00  Pucarinho (Palco Bica)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21:30  Diabo na Cruz (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;21:45  René Aubry (Palco Matriz)&lt;br /&gt;22:00  Nanook “O Vagabundo” (Palco Arco)&lt;br /&gt;22:45  Virgem Suta (Palco Cerca)&lt;br /&gt;23:30  Orelha Negra (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;23:45  Mercan Dede &amp;amp; The Secret Tribe (Palco Matriz)&lt;br /&gt;00:15  Flazzajados (Palco Bica)&lt;br /&gt;01:00  Clube Conguito (Dj Set) (Palco Castelo)&lt;br /&gt;01:15  Boom Pam (Palco Cerca)&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/3455684648704338256-4380584644462360968?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4380584644462360968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/festival-med-2010.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-3455684648704338256.post-9069996612298523590</id><published>2010-05-20T18:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:09:21.690+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bird and the bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s in the middle'/><title type='text'>What's In The Middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/S_V6tqn-v6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/yb6k8C1blTM/s1600/Funny_Love_Triangle_by_logoistics086-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/S_V6tqn-v6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/yb6k8C1blTM/s200/Funny_Love_Triangle_by_logoistics086-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473415847093387170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where is the middle, is the middle of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Is it the place where you stop, where you just stop trying&lt;br /&gt;Call out the dogs and let them have a sniff&lt;br /&gt;They might catch a little sent before you just forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing your head is such a common theme&lt;br /&gt;All your brains are falling out, falling out the open seams&lt;br /&gt;Where is the heart, is the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;I will empty out my skull of all this useless chatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an empty head, i want to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;For a long long long time&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall behind I want to get in line&lt;br /&gt;For a long long long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in the name if it's a name you can't remember&lt;br /&gt;You thought you had it down, but then you ran back to the center&lt;br /&gt;What's in a word if that word has lost its meaning&lt;br /&gt;If you say it all the time a dirty word will get its cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the end is the edge of understanding&lt;br /&gt;I might think its over rated i cant take the line expanding&lt;br /&gt;Give me a push a little push in one direction&lt;br /&gt;I might need a little help with my own interconnection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an empty head, i want to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;For a long long long time&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall behind I want to get in line&lt;br /&gt;For a long long long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's In The Middle by The Bird And The Bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzQzNzc1MTA4ODUmcHQ9MTI3NDM3NzUxNDc*NSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" height="180" width="400" style="width:400px;height:180px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-in-middle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/9069996612298523590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/9069996612298523590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-in-middle.html' title='What&apos;s In The Middle'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472282629703658642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've seen enough to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've seen enough&lt;/div&gt;Seen enough to know&lt;br /&gt;Oh my eyes remind me next time&lt;br /&gt;So I keep them closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to pine away for what I hateIt keeps me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Like a one-track mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me start and keep me sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more in to the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Temptation wears you out&lt;br /&gt;Go home your heart's too loud&lt;br /&gt;Always on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise that all that things i like&lt;br /&gt;Are making me a ghost&lt;br /&gt;I should have never started killing time&lt;br /&gt;I can't go slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more in to the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Temptation wears you down&lt;br /&gt;Go home your heart's too loud&lt;br /&gt;Always on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/boo2Zm69fhY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a drumming noise inside my head&lt;br /&gt;That starts when you're around&lt;br /&gt;I swear that you could hear it&lt;br /&gt;It makes such an all mighty sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a drumming noise inside my head&lt;br /&gt;That throws me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I swear that you should hear it&lt;br /&gt;It makes such an all mighty sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder than sirens&lt;br /&gt;Louder than bells&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than heaven&lt;br /&gt;And hotter than hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to a tower where the church bells chime&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that they would clear my mind&lt;br /&gt;They left a ringing in my ear&lt;br /&gt;But that drum's beating loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder than sirens&lt;br /&gt;Louder than bells&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than heaven&lt;br /&gt;And hotter than hell (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I move my feet towards your body&lt;br /&gt;I can hear this beat it fills my head up&lt;br /&gt;And gets louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;It fills my head up and gets louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to the river and dive straight in&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the water will drown out the din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the water fills my mouth&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't wash the echoes out (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole&lt;br /&gt;Till there's nothing left inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;As empty as that beating drum&lt;br /&gt;But the sound has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I move my feet towards your body&lt;br /&gt;I can hear this beat it fills my head up&lt;br /&gt;And gets louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;It fills my head up and gets louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a drumming noise inside my head&lt;br /&gt;That starts when you're around&lt;br /&gt;I swear that you could hear it&lt;br /&gt;It makes such an all mighty sound (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder than sirens&lt;br /&gt;Louder than bells&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than heaven&lt;br /&gt;And hotter than hell (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I move my feet towards your body&lt;br /&gt;I can hear this beat it fills my head up&lt;br /&gt;And gets louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;It fills my head up and gets louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumming Song by Florence and The Machine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-5374798438216494427?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5374798438216494427/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-2001258417646735413</id><published>2009-12-08T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:31:52.292Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the only exception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><title type='text'>There are still exceptions??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sx7h2N9oFfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DZP_ZspNMnI/s1600-h/bne_cover_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sx7h2N9oFfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DZP_ZspNMnI/s320/bne_cover_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413012123723240946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was younger&lt;br /&gt;I saw my daddy cry&lt;br /&gt;And cursed at the wind&lt;br /&gt;He broke his own heart&lt;br /&gt;And I watched&lt;br /&gt;As he tried to reassemble it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my momma swore that&lt;br /&gt;She would never let herself forget&lt;br /&gt;And that was the day that I promised&lt;br /&gt;I'd never sing of love&lt;br /&gt;If it does not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darlin,&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;But, you, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;But, you, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I know, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;That love never lasts&lt;br /&gt;And we've got to find other ways&lt;br /&gt;To make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Or keep a straight face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've always lived like this&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it comfortable, distance&lt;br /&gt;And up until now&lt;br /&gt;I'd sworn to myself that I'm content&lt;br /&gt;With loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because none of it was ever worth the risk, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tight grip on reality&lt;br /&gt;But I can't let go of what's in front of me here&lt;br /&gt;I know your leaving in the morning, when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;You, are, the only exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way to believing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, And I'm on my way 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href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/37473691" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-2001258417646735413?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2001258417646735413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-are-still-exceptions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2001258417646735413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2001258417646735413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-are-still-exceptions.html' title='There are still exceptions??'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sx7h2N9oFfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DZP_ZspNMnI/s72-c/bne_cover_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5796973708722668130</id><published>2009-11-23T17:10:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:23:46.368Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anya marina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satellite heart'/><title type='text'>My Satellite Heart ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwrFEF2lXoI/AAAAAAAAAXE/A8CKF8w3ijs/s1600/satellite_heart_by_theluckynine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwrFEF2lXoI/AAAAAAAAAXE/A8CKF8w3ijs/s320/satellite_heart_by_theluckynine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407350976692969090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So pretty, so smart&lt;br /&gt;Such a waste of a young heart!&lt;br /&gt;What a pity, what a sham&lt;br /&gt;What’s the matter with you, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you see it’s wrong, can’t you get it right?&lt;br /&gt;Out of mind and outta sight&lt;br /&gt;Call on all your girls, don’t forget the boys&lt;br /&gt;Put a lid on all that noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a satellite heart, lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I’m spun out so far, you stop, I start&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll be true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you’re living out of state, running in a whole new scene&lt;br /&gt;They say i haven’t slept in weeks, you’re the only thing i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a satellite heart, lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I’m spun out so far, you stop, I start&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll be true to you&lt;br /&gt;I’m a satellite heart, lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I’m spun out so far, you stop I start&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll be true to you no matter what you do, yeah I’ll be true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite Heart by Anya Marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTg5OTY2NTI3OTUmcHQ9MTI1ODk5NjY1NDcxMCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTE*NDIxMGU2N2M5YjRlOWQ4MzhlMTk*MGY*YjJhNjBk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5796973708722668130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-satellite-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5796973708722668130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5796973708722668130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-satellite-heart.html' title='My Satellite Heart ...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwrFEF2lXoI/AAAAAAAAAXE/A8CKF8w3ijs/s72-c/satellite_heart_by_theluckynine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7669137324706402859</id><published>2009-11-20T19:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:47:25.654Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearing Damage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thom Yorke'/><title type='text'>Hearing Damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwbyQyQY-fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/b-mQgTvSOEM/s1600/bulletproof_by_latticeworkopines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwbyQyQY-fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/b-mQgTvSOEM/s320/bulletproof_by_latticeworkopines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406274772887206386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tear in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Allows the voices in&lt;br /&gt;They wanna push you off the path&lt;br /&gt;With their frequency wires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, In my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You can do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, In my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunken salesman&lt;br /&gt;Your hearing damage&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is restless&lt;br /&gt;They say you're getting better&lt;br /&gt;But you don't feel any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your speakers are blowing&lt;br /&gt;Your ears are wrecking&lt;br /&gt;Your hearing damage&lt;br /&gt;You wish you felt better&lt;br /&gt;You wish you felt better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, In my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You can do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, In my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, In my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing Damage by Thom Yorke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTg3NDQ*OTg2MjgmcHQ9MTI1ODc*NDUwMTcyMSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTE*NDIxMGU2N2M5YjRlOWQ4MzhlMTk*MGY*YjJhNjBk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=35554325&amp;amp;path=2009/11/20" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=515e5c&amp;amp;mycolor2=596b68&amp;amp;mycolor3=e31d83&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" width="300" height="185" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:300px;height:185px;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/35554325" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-7669137324706402859?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7669137324706402859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/hearing-damage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7669137324706402859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7669137324706402859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/hearing-damage.html' title='Hearing Damage'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwbyQyQY-fI/AAAAAAAAAWs/b-mQgTvSOEM/s72-c/bulletproof_by_latticeworkopines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5675628413516135633</id><published>2009-11-15T18:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:27:28.570Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop 4 a minute'/><title type='text'>I think I need to stop 4 a minute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwBZuq0F-1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/vzJC9vfBWg8/s1600-h/1027806.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwBZuq0F-1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/vzJC9vfBWg8/s320/1027806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404418211146234706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turn it up&lt;br /&gt;Burn it up&lt;br /&gt;Falling down strait line&lt;br /&gt;I see your sin growing in&lt;br /&gt;Heading to the decline&lt;br /&gt;Now we're from&lt;br /&gt;How come I got stuck in a hole&lt;br /&gt;I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;Won't close&lt;br /&gt;Just got out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've been lost here before&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I see footprints coming out from the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had you close&lt;br /&gt;Had you most than ever before&lt;br /&gt;I hate dirt 'til it hurt&lt;br /&gt;Show you good love me more&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I disguise all of my inner fears&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm stuck in a shred&lt;br /&gt;Like a common disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've been lost here before&lt;br /&gt;Think I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I see footprints coming out from the floor&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute (x2)&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up&lt;br /&gt;Burn it up&lt;br /&gt;Falling down strait line&lt;br /&gt;I see your sin growing in&lt;br /&gt;Heading to a decline&lt;br /&gt;Now we're from&lt;br /&gt;How come I got stuck in a hole&lt;br /&gt;I won't quit&lt;br /&gt;Won't close&lt;br /&gt;Just got out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've been lost here before&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute&lt;br /&gt;I see footprints coming out from the floor&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute (x2)&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to stop 4 a minute (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 4 A Minute by David Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com muita pena minha não consegui estar na abertura da tour aqui bem pertinho de casa em Faro no teatro das Figuras... No entanto fica aqui uma das minhas músicas favoritas do novo álbum, cheia de energia... Não posso esperar por a ouvir e dançar ao vivo... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTgzMTY2NzE1NzEmcHQ9MTI1ODMxNjcxNTg*NyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTE*NDIxMGU2N2M5YjRlOWQ4MzhlMTk*MGY*YjJhNjBk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=35111964&amp;path=2009/11/15" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=515e5c&amp;mycolor2=596b68&amp;mycolor3=e31d83&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false" width="300" height="185" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:300px;height:185px;" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/35111964" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-5675628413516135633?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5675628413516135633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-need-to-stop-4-minute.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5675628413516135633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5675628413516135633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-need-to-stop-4-minute.html' title='I think I need to stop 4 a minute...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SwBZuq0F-1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/vzJC9vfBWg8/s72-c/1027806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4081943685536043037</id><published>2009-11-12T20:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:47:00.633Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cavalo à solta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luanda cozetti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='susana félix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ary dos santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viviane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retalhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mafalda arnauth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrela da tarde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canção de madrugar'/><title type='text'>Não uma, nem duas... mas quatro..</title><content type='html'>Hoje decidi colocar aqui no blog, não uma, nem duas...mas sim quatro músicas que pertencem a uma homenagem a Ary dos Santos.. São todas elas músicas lindas e como a escolha entre elas foi difícil, acabei por resolver colocar aqui as minhas duas favoritas com letra, que são interpretadas por duas das minhas cantoras portuguesas de eleição... Viviane, uma algarvia como eu, e Susana Félix, que partilha comigo o primeiro nome... e claro, os links para os vídeos no youtube das outras duas, interpretadas por Luanda Cozetti e Mafalda Arnauth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7tcTrOq_vao&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7tcTrOq_vao&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha laranja amarga e doce&lt;br /&gt;Meu poema feito de gomos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Minha pena pesada e leve&lt;br /&gt;Secreta e pura&lt;br /&gt;Minha passagem para o breve&lt;br /&gt;Breve instante da loucura&lt;br /&gt;Minha ousadia, meu galope, minha rédia,&lt;br /&gt;Meu potro doido, minha chama,&lt;br /&gt;Minha réstia de luz intensa, de voz aberta&lt;br /&gt;Minha denúncia do que pensa&lt;br /&gt;Do que sente a gente certa&lt;br /&gt;Em ti respiro, em ti eu provo&lt;br /&gt;Por ti consigo esta força que de novo&lt;br /&gt;Em ti persigo, em ti percorro&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo à solta pela margem do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria, minha amargura,&lt;br /&gt;Minha coragem de correr contra a ternura&lt;br /&gt;Minha laranja amarga e doce&lt;br /&gt;Minha espada, poema feito de dois gumes&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ou nada&lt;br /&gt;Por ti renego, por ti aceito&lt;br /&gt;Este corcel que não sussego&lt;br /&gt;À desfilada no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Por isso digo canção castigo&lt;br /&gt;Amêndoa, travo, corpo, alma&lt;br /&gt;Amante, amigo&lt;br /&gt;Por isso canto, por isso digo&lt;br /&gt;Alpendre, casa, cama, arca do meu trigo&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria, minha amargura&lt;br /&gt;Minha coragem de correr contra a ternura&lt;br /&gt;Minha ousadia, minha aventura&lt;br /&gt;Minha coragem de correr contra a ternura (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo À Solta by Viviane&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIF0DVePf3w&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIF0DVePf3w&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De linho te vesti&lt;br /&gt;De nardos te enfeitei&lt;br /&gt;Amor que nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei ...&lt;br /&gt;Sei dos teus olhos acesos na noite&lt;br /&gt;Sinais de bem despertar&lt;br /&gt;Sei dos teus braços abertos a todos&lt;br /&gt;Que morrem devagar ...&lt;br /&gt;Sei meu amor inventado que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo pode acender&lt;br /&gt;Uma fogueira de sol e de fúria&lt;br /&gt;Que nos verá nascer&lt;br /&gt;Irei beber em ti&lt;br /&gt;O vinho que pisei&lt;br /&gt;O fel do que sofri&lt;br /&gt;E dei, dei...&lt;br /&gt;Dei do meu corpo um chicote de força&lt;br /&gt;Rasei meus olhos com água&lt;br /&gt;Dei do meu sangue uma espada de raiva&lt;br /&gt;E uma lança de mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Dei do meu sonho uma corda de insónias&lt;br /&gt;Cravei meus braços com setas&lt;br /&gt;Descobri rosas, alarguei cidades&lt;br /&gt;E construí poetas&lt;br /&gt;E nunca, nunca te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada do que fiz&lt;br /&gt;Amor que não logrei&lt;br /&gt;Mas quis, quis..&lt;br /&gt;Sei meu amor inventado que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo há-de acender&lt;br /&gt;Uma fogueira de sol e de fúria&lt;br /&gt;Que nos verá nascer&lt;br /&gt;Então:&lt;br /&gt;Nem choros, nem medos, nem uivos, nem gritos,&lt;br /&gt;Nem pedras, nem facas, nem fomes, nem secas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem feras, nem ferros, nem farpas, nem farsas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem forcas, nem cardos, nem dardos, nem guerras&lt;br /&gt;Nem choros, nem medos, nem uivos, nem gritos,&lt;br /&gt;Nem pedras, nem facas, nem fomes, nem secas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem feras, nem ferros, nem farpas, nem farsas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canção de Madrugar by Susana Félix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLAVpFhUtRs"&gt;Retalhos&lt;/a&gt; by Luanda Cozetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUyhx0LGhTM"&gt;Estrela da Tarde&lt;/a&gt; by Mafalda Arnauth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-4081943685536043037?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' 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width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-9109754680959877338</id><published>2009-11-10T21:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:00:02.471Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i see you'/><title type='text'>I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SvnuqpTgR1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6yS-iXFBrpI/s1600-h/Rewind_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SvnuqpTgR1I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6yS-iXFBrpI/s320/Rewind_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402611644417197906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting across from you&lt;br /&gt;And dreaming &lt;br /&gt;Of the things I do&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fear of what you might do&lt;br /&gt;I say nothing but stare at you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I'm trippin' over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told&lt;br /&gt;My problem's old&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to be but you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;You could be cruel to me&lt;br /&gt;While we're risking the way that I see you&lt;br /&gt;That I see you (3x)&lt;br /&gt;That I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations&lt;br /&gt;Not me at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm hesitating&lt;br /&gt;Only to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting, I'm hating everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be you fell for me?&lt;br /&gt;And any possible similarity&lt;br /&gt;If its all, how would I know?&lt;br /&gt;You never knew me at all but I see you&lt;br /&gt;But I see you (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing across from you (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing across from you (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, my problem's old&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;You could be cruel to me&lt;br /&gt;While we're risking the way that I see you&lt;br /&gt;But I see you (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing across from you (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;(4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I See You by Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui grande fã de Mika, devo confessar... acho que algumas das suas músicas se tornam irritantes... esta porém gostei... nem tudo pode ser mau não é verdade?&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7164588140866216592</id><published>2009-11-10T00:03:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:26:05.665Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death cab for cutie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transatlanticism'/><title type='text'>Transatlanticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Svm-QxD_vqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qdEtp-hHYig/s1600-h/a8b667ab57dda6263c4e37b7ec525e2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Svm-QxD_vqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qdEtp-hHYig/s200/a8b667ab57dda6263c4e37b7ec525e2a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402558423264902818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Atlantic was born today&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you how...&lt;br /&gt;The clouds above opened up and let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere&lt;br /&gt;When the water filled every hole.&lt;br /&gt;And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Making islands where no island should go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people were overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;They took to their boats.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door&lt;br /&gt;Have been silenced forever more.&lt;br /&gt;The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row&lt;br /&gt;It seems farther than ever before&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much closer [x8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much closer [x4]&lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de esta música já ser de um álbum de 2003, descobri-a recentemente... e ficou-me... tornou-se, sem dúvida, banda sonora de muitos momentos destas últimas semanas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTc4MTI3MTg1MDUmcHQ9MTI1NzgxMjcyNTA4OCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTE*NDIxMGU2N2M5YjRlOWQ4MzhlMTk*MGY*YjJhNjBk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=34551186&amp;amp;path=2009/11/09" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=515e5c&amp;amp;mycolor2=596b68&amp;amp;mycolor3=e31d83&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" width="300" height="185" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimestore diamond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><title type='text'>Dimestore Diamond</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows the things she does to please&lt;br /&gt;Low cut sweaters with her skirt above her knees&lt;br /&gt;She's a dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows just where she gets her clothes&lt;br /&gt;A water coloured painting in a renoir pose&lt;br /&gt;She's a dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows but no one can tell&lt;br /&gt;A homemade haircut but she wears it well&lt;br /&gt;She's a dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call her broke, you can call her poor&lt;br /&gt;But everybody knows that she ain't cold no more&lt;br /&gt;She's a dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shines like the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Real thing&lt;br /&gt;Real thing&lt;br /&gt;Dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch you one&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch you one one&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch you one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get you one&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get you one one&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get you one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows the things she does to please&lt;br /&gt;Low cut sweaters with her skirt above her knees&lt;br /&gt;She's a dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shines like the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Real thing&lt;br /&gt;Real thing&lt;br /&gt;Dimestore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shines like the real thing&lt;br /&gt;Real thing&lt;br /&gt;Real thing&lt;br /&gt;Dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;Dimestore diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimestore diamond by Gossip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" 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href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/dimestore-diamond.html' title='Dimestore Diamond'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-3318079212561786299</id><published>2009-10-28T21:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:03:56.588Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sui_Ei36vLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UU-1HV11vPM/s320/gotmusic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397774238205263026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece que a gripe veio para ficar e durar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não a gripe A, essa de que todos falam agora... mas sim a velha conhecida gripe de inverno que se pode tornar tão ou mais grave quanto a outra e que toda a gente se esquece... e eu que o diga, que fui apanhada por ela e tenho estado os últimos dias de cama e completamente afónica..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas já que as minhas cordas vocais não têm conseguido exprimir seja lá o que for nos últimos dias.. a música e o portátil têm sido os meus melhores amigos para ajudar a passar o tempo.. assim dediquei algum desse tempo aqui ao blog e fiz umas alterações... ainda não sei se serão mantidas.. o projecto ainda está em aprovação..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto consegui com este tempo "forçosamente" livre fazer uma grande arrumação aos ficheiros musicais... portanto não se admirem se nos próximos dias músicas antigas, recentes e até estranhas sejam aqui colocadas em ordem não completamente "normal"... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3455684648704338256-3318079212561786299?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3318079212561786299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/parece-que-gripe-veio-para-ficar-e.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3318079212561786299'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5598494787686079707</id><published>2009-10-20T22:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:13:01.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulletproof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la roux'/><title type='text'>Bulletproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/St414JeNFnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cTok05QRNos/s1600-h/Wings_of_a_Butterfly_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/St414JeNFnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cTok05QRNos/s200/Wings_of_a_Butterfly_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394808642367985266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there done that messed around&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun don't put me down&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you sweep me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you in again&lt;br /&gt;The messages I tried to send&lt;br /&gt;My information's just not going in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning bridges shore to shore&lt;br /&gt;I break away from something more&lt;br /&gt;I'm not turned on to love&lt;br /&gt;Until it's cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there done that messed around&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun don't put me down&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you sweep me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bulletproof&lt;br /&gt;This time baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bulletproof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you turn around&lt;br /&gt;And tell me now I'm much too proud&lt;br /&gt;To walk away from something when its dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do do do your dirty words&lt;br /&gt;Come out to play&lt;br /&gt;When you are hurt?&lt;br /&gt;There's certain things&lt;br /&gt;That should be left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tick tick tick&lt;br /&gt;On the watch&lt;br /&gt;And life's too short&lt;br /&gt;For me to stop&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Your time is running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you turn around&lt;br /&gt;And tell me now I'm much too proud&lt;br /&gt;All you do is fill me up with doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bulletproof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Bulletproof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulletproof by La Roux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTYwNzYwMzUzNjUmcHQ9MTI1NjA3NjA*NTczMCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTE*NDIxMGU2N2M5YjRlOWQ4MzhlMTk*MGY*YjJhNjBk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=32640619&amp;amp;path=2009/10/20" quality="high" wmode="transparent" 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4342378801991642272</id><published>2009-10-19T22:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:09:55.674+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lykke li'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possibility'/><title type='text'>Lykke Li</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/StzjrnInvhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JiF3PtT8w50/s1600-h/Conscience_by_TikiLlanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/StzjrnInvhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JiF3PtT8w50/s200/Conscience_by_TikiLlanes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394436792062033426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Possibility&lt;br /&gt;There's a Possibility&lt;br /&gt;All that I had was all I'm gonn' get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Possibility&lt;br /&gt;There's a Possibility&lt;br /&gt;All I'm gonna get is gonna be yours then&lt;br /&gt;All I'm gonna get is gonna be yours then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you hear my heart stop&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that knows&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when you hear my silence&lt;br /&gt;There's a possibility I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that when you leave&lt;br /&gt;Know that when you leave&lt;br /&gt;By blood and by me&lt;br /&gt;You walk like a thief&lt;br /&gt;By blood and by me&lt;br /&gt;And I fall when you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you hear my heart stop&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that knows&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when you hear my silence&lt;br /&gt;There's a possibility I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when my silence's over&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why I'm closed&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when you hear me falling&lt;br /&gt;There's a possibility it wouldn't show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By blood and by me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll fall when you leave&lt;br /&gt;By blood and by me&lt;br /&gt;I follow your lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibility by Lykke Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música linda que descobri.. achei que devia partilhar... =)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vai fazer parte da banda sonora de um filme que vai estrear dentro em breve... por isso não estranhem se reconhecerem a melodia numa qualquer sala de cinema do país... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTU5ODgzODI4ODYmcHQ9MTI1NTk4ODM4OTQ*MyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTE*NDIxMGU2N2M5YjRlOWQ4MzhlMTk*MGY*YjJhNjBk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=32554635&amp;amp;path=2009/10/19" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=515e5c&amp;amp;mycolor2=596b68&amp;amp;mycolor3=e31d83&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" width="300" height="185" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:300px;height:185px;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-4342378801991642272?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4342378801991642272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/lykke-li.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4342378801991642272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4342378801991642272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/lykke-li.html' title='Lykke Li'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/StzjrnInvhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JiF3PtT8w50/s72-c/Conscience_by_TikiLlanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-3061218683009009251</id><published>2009-10-15T17:45:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:10:18.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teardrop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massive attack'/><title type='text'>Teardrop</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/StdfVPx-TJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vi3L0x4R9xE/s200/dtryh.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392883897417485458" /&gt;Love, love is a verb&lt;br /&gt;Love is a doing word&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;Gentle impulsion&lt;br /&gt;Shakes me makes me lighter&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on the fire&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine night of matter&lt;br /&gt;Black flowers blossom&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;Black flowers blossom&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on the fire&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is my eye&lt;br /&gt;Most faithful mirror&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on the fire of a confession&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;Most faithful mirror&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on the fire&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling a little&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop by Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música que já não ouvia à muito tempo e que hoje encontrei nas arrumações dos cds antigos cá em casa... Continua a ser uma das músicas mais belas de sempre... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTU2MjU4NDgyMjEmcHQ9MTI1NTYyNTg1MjM1MyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTE*NDIxMGU2N2M5YjRlOWQ4MzhlMTk*MGY*YjJhNjBk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=32175317&amp;amp;path=2009/10/15" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=515e5c&amp;amp;mycolor2=596b68&amp;amp;mycolor3=e31d83&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" width="300" height="185" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:300px;height:185px;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/teardrop.html' title='Teardrop'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/StdfVPx-TJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vi3L0x4R9xE/s72-c/dtryh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6736862535413888227</id><published>2009-10-14T00:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:55:08.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daniel merriweather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yur15Brfvhs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yur15Brfvhs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the streetlights here&lt;br /&gt;Is this meant for me&lt;br /&gt;My time on the outside is over&lt;br /&gt;We don't know how you're spending&lt;br /&gt;all of your days&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that love isn't here&lt;br /&gt;You see the pictures&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know their names&lt;br /&gt;Cause love isn't here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do this by myself&lt;br /&gt;All of these problems, they're all in your head&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be somebody else&lt;br /&gt;You took something perfect&lt;br /&gt;And painted it red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sympathy&lt;br /&gt;When shouting out is all you know&lt;br /&gt;Behind your lies&lt;br /&gt;I can see the secrets you don't show&lt;br /&gt;We don't know how you're spending&lt;br /&gt;All of your days&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that love isn't here&lt;br /&gt;You see the pictures&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know their names&lt;br /&gt;Cause love isn't here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do this by myself&lt;br /&gt;All of these problems, they're all in your head&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be somebody else&lt;br /&gt;You took something perfect&lt;br /&gt;And painted it red&lt;br /&gt;When, you took something perfect&lt;br /&gt;And painted it red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the best things from&lt;br /&gt;Then everything gets empty&lt;br /&gt;That's not a world that I need&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, you take the best things from me&lt;br /&gt;Then everything gets empty&lt;br /&gt;That's not a world that I need&lt;br /&gt;Oohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do this by myself&lt;br /&gt;All of these problems, they're all in your head&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be somebody else&lt;br /&gt;You took something perfect&lt;br /&gt;And painted it red&lt;br /&gt;When, you took something perfect&lt;br /&gt;And painted it red&lt;br /&gt;When, you took something perfect and painted it red&lt;br /&gt;You took something perfect&lt;br /&gt;And painted it red&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red by Daniel Merriweather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-6736862535413888227?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6736862535413888227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/red.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6736862535413888227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6736862535413888227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6726331052117657049</id><published>2009-10-09T23:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:58:25.709+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Izibor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shine'/><title type='text'>Let it shine on you…</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XY1EvCUsQdg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XY1EvCUsQdg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up one morning you realize&lt;br /&gt;Your life is one big compromise&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in the job you swore&lt;br /&gt;Was only temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like the world is passing you by&lt;br /&gt;Never done all the things you were here to try&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in one place, got a pain in your face&lt;br /&gt;From all your stressing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself there's got to be more&lt;br /&gt;Than what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself there's got to be something else&lt;br /&gt;Something more, more, more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let the sun shine on your face&lt;br /&gt;And don't let your life go to waste&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time, got to make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine on you, let it shine on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like there's nothing, nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;You try and fight but you can't let go&lt;br /&gt;Roll the pain, got so much to gain&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself there's got to be something else&lt;br /&gt;Something more, more, more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun shine on your face&lt;br /&gt;And don't let your life go to waste&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time, got to make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine on you, let it shine on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself there's got to be more&lt;br /&gt;Than what I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself there's got to be something else&lt;br /&gt;Something more, more, more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun shine on your face&lt;br /&gt;And don't let your life go to waste&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time, got to make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine on you, let it shine on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine by Laura Izibor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-6726331052117657049?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6726331052117657049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-shine-on-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6726331052117657049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6726331052117657049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-shine-on-you.html' title='Let it shine on you…'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-139061290224340003</id><published>2009-10-02T18:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:49:25.747+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little black sandals'/><title type='text'>Little Black Sandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SsY8ENMZCNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7xwaWWw4Ncs/s1600-h/Little_black_Sandals_by_MissOreo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388060047154153682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SsY8ENMZCNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7xwaWWw4Ncs/s200/Little_black_Sandals_by_MissOreo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm being dragged down, down by the hand&lt;br /&gt;The hand of a golden giant man&lt;br /&gt;He's crushing my knuckles&lt;br /&gt;Splitting my skin, he says he'll let go&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd ask it of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says&lt;br /&gt;Girl, it's your call&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fly&lt;br /&gt;You wanna fall&lt;br /&gt;So I shout&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get away from you&lt;br /&gt;As fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;I tell my feet to move it&lt;br /&gt;I hope they have a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are walking me away&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are heading the right way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are walking me away&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Saved my life today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm free&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;From the big bad giant&lt;br /&gt;Who was stalking me&lt;br /&gt;Thank you feet, for guiding me&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad somehow I got brains down there, at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are walking me away&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are heading the right way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are walking me away&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Saved my life today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm tempted&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I said I didn't miss that giant man&lt;br /&gt;He was the line between pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;But me and the feet have some years to reclaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are walking me away&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are heading the right way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Are walking me away&lt;br /&gt;These little black sandals&lt;br /&gt;Saved my life today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Black Sandals by Sia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTQ1MDM5NDkxMjUmcHQ9MTI1NDUwMzk3NzMyOCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTFiMGU*ZTA1YWI5NTRlODZiYTFmMjRhYTZjNTI4MmQ2.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=31061907&amp;path=2009/10/02" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=515E5C&amp;mycolor2=596B68&amp;mycolor3=E31E84&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false" width="300" 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-2373271083760771707</id><published>2009-09-19T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:00:02.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 111, 207);font-size:200%;" &gt;Happy Birthday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrQDr2vqv4I/AAAAAAAAASs/iaXtFmJplwA/s1600-h/hp2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrQDr2vqv4I/AAAAAAAAASs/iaXtFmJplwA/s400/hp2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382931506579292034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 111, 207);font-size:130%;" &gt;to me!!   =)&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/3455684648704338256-2373271083760771707?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2373271083760771707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2373271083760771707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2373271083760771707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrQDr2vqv4I/AAAAAAAAASs/iaXtFmJplwA/s72-c/hp2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-42275589349182402</id><published>2009-09-16T18:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:17:45.833+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undisclosed desires'/><title type='text'>Undisclosed Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrErrbzBPSI/AAAAAAAAARo/WeP7ONBr1oI/s1600-h/813472115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrErrbzBPSI/AAAAAAAAARo/WeP7ONBr1oI/s320/813472115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382131054880570658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you've suffered,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you to hide,&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and loveless,&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel pure,&lt;br /&gt;Trust me,&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask,&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past,&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trick your lovers,&lt;br /&gt;That you're wicked and divine,&lt;br /&gt;You may be a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;But your innocence is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please me,&lt;br /&gt;Show me how it's done,&lt;br /&gt;Tease me,&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask,&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past,&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please me,&lt;br /&gt;Show me how it's done,&lt;br /&gt;Trust me,&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask,&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past,&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undisclosed Desires by Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música do novo álbum de Muse, The Resistance, que apesar de muita gente achar que não tem nada a ver com o som a que estes nos habituaram, tornou-se uma das minhas músicas favoritas desde o momento que a ouvi pela primeira vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-42275589349182402?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/42275589349182402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/undisclosed-desires.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/42275589349182402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count to ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tina dickow'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna count to ten...</title><content type='html'>There are faces, there are smiles, so many teeth, &lt;br /&gt;too many arms and legs&lt;br /&gt;And eyes and flashing buttons all around me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a-watching, I'm a-breathing, I'm a-pushing, I'm a-wishing&lt;br /&gt;That these walls would not be talking quite so loudly&lt;br /&gt;I have burnt down once before, I've pulled myself up from the floor&lt;br /&gt;And I am looking for a reason to stay standing&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's just too much, it's not enough, it's something else&lt;br /&gt;It's so much bigger than my head, it's too demanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And count to ten&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when I open them again&lt;br /&gt;Everything will make sense to me then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met so many people, we've exchanged so many words&lt;br /&gt;We've said it all and we've said nothing but it's changed us&lt;br /&gt;I have known a lot of men, some were lovers, some were friends&lt;br /&gt;But all together were they merely passing strangers?&lt;br /&gt;They'll control you with their silence, &lt;br /&gt;they'll control you with their words&lt;br /&gt;And you'll control them with your body's coded signals&lt;br /&gt;In the wild, entangled gardens of our insecurities&lt;br /&gt;We lose our heads into each other's hidden pitfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And count to ten&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when I open them again&lt;br /&gt;Everything will make sense to me then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and sometimes if you wanna hold on you have to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And count to ten&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when I open them again&lt;br /&gt;Everything will make sense to me then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count To Ten by Tina Dickow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTE*NzA1OTkzNDMmcHQ9MTI1MTQ3MDYxMTY*MCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTFiMGU*ZTA1YWI5NTRlODZiYTFmMjRhYTZjNTI4MmQ2.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=28367221&amp;path=2009/08/28" quality="high" wmode="transparent" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy macdonald'/><title type='text'>Run...</title><content type='html'>Will you tell me when the lights are fading&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't see, I can't see no more &lt;br /&gt;Will you tell me when the song stops playing&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't hear, I can't hear no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I don't know what you're living for&lt;br /&gt;She said I don't know what you're living for at all&lt;br /&gt;He said I don't know what you're living for&lt;br /&gt;He said I don't know what you're living for at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will run until my feet no longer run no more&lt;br /&gt;And I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until my heart it aches&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until my heart it breaks&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until there's nothing more to live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you tell me when the fighting's over&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't take, I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Will you tell me when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can't run, I can't run no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I don't know what you did it for&lt;br /&gt;She said I don't know what you did it for at all&lt;br /&gt;He said I don't know what you did it for&lt;br /&gt;He said I don't know what you did it for at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will run until my feet no longer run no more&lt;br /&gt;And I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until my heart it aches&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until my heart it breaks&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until there's nothing more to live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until my heart it aches&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until my heart it breaks&lt;br /&gt;And I will love until there's nothing more to live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run by Amy Macdonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: 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mind's void&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy&lt;br /&gt;You're the dream when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And hey I'm for ya yeah I adore ya&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;That I need&lt;br /&gt;And I love how you love me&lt;br /&gt;If I'm made for you&lt;br /&gt;you're made for me&lt;br /&gt;It's too good to be&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how my world keeps spinnin'&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you can be so silly&lt;br /&gt;You know just how to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, your skin is so lovely&lt;br /&gt;It moves me when you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I know that you got my back&lt;br /&gt;It feels so safe when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;It's already like you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind's void&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy&lt;br /&gt;You're the dream when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And hey I'm for ya yeah I adore ya&lt;br /&gt;you're everything that I need&lt;br /&gt;I love how you love me&lt;br /&gt;If I'm made for you&lt;br /&gt;you're made for me&lt;br /&gt;It's too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right now&lt;br /&gt;See baby I love how you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave please stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this happen&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind's void&lt;br /&gt;You're my joy&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream&lt;br /&gt;And hey I'm for ya yeah I adore ya&lt;br /&gt;you're everything&lt;br /&gt;And I love how you love me baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm made for you oh&lt;br /&gt;you're made for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh tell me what we're gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what we're gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what we're gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what we're gonna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me What We're Gonna Do Now by Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SmhVyMqYs4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Lco0sbZSy8Q/s1600-h/JazzLoule2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SmhVyMqYs4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Lco0sbZSy8Q/s320/JazzLoule2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361629677265400706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia 18 de Julho 22h - Quarteto de Francesco Caffiso&lt;br /&gt;Dia 25 de Julho 22h - Al Di Meola World Sinfonia&lt;br /&gt;Dia 26 de Julho 22h - Chick Corea &amp;amp; Gary Burton&lt;br /&gt;Dia 1 de Agosto 22h - Mário Laginha  Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias 18 Jul. e 1  de Ago.: na Cerca do Convento Espírito Santo&lt;br /&gt;Dias 25 e 26 de  Jul.: no Monumento Duarte Pacheco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Loulé'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SmhVyMqYs4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/Lco0sbZSy8Q/s72-c/JazzLoule2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1052022738426047508</id><published>2009-06-30T21:16:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:56:58.952+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bajofondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival Med 2009'/><title type='text'>E tudo o que é bom acaba depressa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SkpzRmIuo4I/AAAAAAAAARI/XX7aVh49Y9g/s1600-h/topo_1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SkpzRmIuo4I/AAAAAAAAARI/XX7aVh49Y9g/s320/topo_1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353217853215384450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... e assim se passou mais uma edição deste maravilhoso festival, que já é sem sombra de dúvidas um concorrente ao melhor festival de world music da europa. Mais uma vez, as ruas encheram-se de gente, animação, artesanato, alegria, muita e boa música... Teve as suas noites altas, que para mim começaram logo na primeira noite com Bajofondo que contagiou todos os que por lá estavam com sua energia electrizante e que puseram a dançar e pular gente de todas as idades... (eu não fui excepção.. sou fã desde que estiveram cá neste festival à 2 anos...) Na segunda noite, Ojos de Brujo não deixou ninguém indiferente ao seu ritmo e em especial à dança flamenca, que fez as minhas delícias. Sexta-feira foi um dia de várias emoções.. Buena Vista encheu completamente o largo da matriz com gente ansiosa para ver e ouvir este grande nome da música cubana, já Pitingo foi uma grande desilusão, a nível musical e mesmo como artista  deixou muito a desejar... mostrou-se uma "estrelinha" com uma atitude muito pouco profissional. Lura, no Sábado, encantou o público com os sons de Cabo Verde e as irmãs brasileiras N'Sista terminaram a noite em grande no Castelo. O festival terminou com um excelente concerto de Rokia Traoré, para mim mais um dos pontos altos deste ano.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, foi um grande prazer poder fazer parte deste festival e poder contribuir para a sua produção. Foi uma alegria rever todas as pessoas com quem tive o prazer de trabalhar o ano passado e conhecer muitas mais que partilharam a experiência este ano pela primeira vez. São todos eles além do pessoal da organização e produção, mas também todos os técnicos de som, iluminação e stage hands que põem aquele festival de pé e a quem se deve muito do mérito deste.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não teve o prazer de ir e para quem foi, fica aqui uma música que para mim marcou o festival, mais que não seja pela quantidade de gente a dançar tanto em cima do palco como na plateia... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bc_3iyA26O/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bc_3iyA26O/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sj6BJfAQ2fI/AAAAAAAAARA/SwYAQ4VC8ME/s200/timeout.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349855407304137202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please ....&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/3455684648704338256-7796967166738928682?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7796967166738928682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/depois-de-umas-semaninhas-de-noites-mal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7796967166738928682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7796967166738928682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/depois-de-umas-semaninhas-de-noites-mal.html' title='Time Out !!!'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sj6BJfAQ2fI/AAAAAAAAARA/SwYAQ4VC8ME/s72-c/timeout.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4900749517781709535</id><published>2009-05-29T21:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:17:45.402+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna Maria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eneida Marta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bajofondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camané'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival Med 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buena Vista Social Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimmo Pohjonen Uniko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ojos de Brujo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabih Abou Khalil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moriarty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokia Traoré'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewart Copeland'/><title type='text'>Festival Med 2009 - actualização</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SiBFkyg7Y_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HZZzzqT0fv8/s1600-h/cartaz_med_programa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SiBFkyg7Y_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HZZzzqT0fv8/s400/cartaz_med_programa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341345656398898162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está ele mais uma vez, este ano na sua 6ª edição, o Festival MED...&lt;br /&gt;O cartaz foi oficialmente apresentado ontem, depois de alguns nomes já revelados pela organização... outros nem tanto... e de algumas alterações.. deixo-vos aqui o alinhamento dos 5 dias para os diferentes palcos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quarta - 24.Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic :  19h30 - Vintas Trio&lt;br /&gt;Arco:      20h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/loungeastrio"&gt;Lounge'as Trio&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;              22h15 - Yin &amp;amp; Yang (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Bica:       20h00 - Luxarma Zen (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;                      23h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ramudah"&gt;Ramudah&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Castelo:  21h30 - IBN Battuta (Marrocos/Esp)&lt;br /&gt;              23h45 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mariariaportugal"&gt;Mariária&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Cerca:     21h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rabihaboukhalil"&gt;Rabih Abou Khalil "Em Português"&lt;/a&gt; (Lib/Pt)&lt;br /&gt;                        00h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/moriartylands"&gt;Moriarty&lt;/a&gt; (Fr)&lt;br /&gt;Matriz :  23h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bajofondomardulce"&gt;Bajofondo&lt;/a&gt; (Arg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quinta - 25.Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic :  19h30 - Rui Baeta e Ruben Alves&lt;br /&gt;Arco:      20h30 - Abmiram (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;              22h15 - Yin &amp;amp; Yang (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Bica:       20h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/samalonemusic"&gt;Sam Alone&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;                      23h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/amarguitarra"&gt;Amar Guitarra&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Castelo:  21h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/diaboasete"&gt;Diabo a Sete&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;              23h45 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/muuuuuu"&gt;Mú&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Cerca:     21h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/martaeneida"&gt;Eneida Marta&lt;/a&gt; (Guiné Bissau)&lt;br /&gt;                        00h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/horaceandy1"&gt;Horace Andy &amp;amp; Dub Asante&lt;/a&gt; (Jamaica)&lt;br /&gt;Matriz :  23h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ojosdebrujo"&gt;Ojos de Brujo&lt;/a&gt; (Esp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexta - 26.Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic :  19h30 - Orquestra do Algarve&lt;br /&gt;Arco:      20h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/joaoornelastrio"&gt;Trio João Ornelas&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;               22h15 - Yin &amp;amp; Yang (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Bica:       20h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nanookspace"&gt;Nannok e os Vagabundos&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;                      23h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/duonde"&gt;Duonde&lt;/a&gt; (Pt/Cabo Verde)&lt;br /&gt;Castelo:  21h30 - Hristov (Bulgária)&lt;br /&gt;              23h45 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/philharmonicweed"&gt;Philarmonic Weed&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Cerca:     21h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/donnamariapt"&gt;Donna Maria&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;                        00h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/antoniopitingo"&gt;Pitingo&lt;/a&gt; (Esp)&lt;br /&gt;Matriz :  22h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/orquestabuenavistasocialclub"&gt;Orquestra Buena Vista Social Club&lt;/a&gt; (Cuba)&lt;br /&gt;              00h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/djclicknofridge"&gt;Dj Click&lt;/a&gt; (Fr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sábado - 27.Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic :  19h45 - Orquestra de Sopros de Castro Verde&lt;br /&gt;Arco:      20h30 - Kazu (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;               23h30 - Yin &amp;amp; Yang (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Bica:       20h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/misturapura"&gt;Mistura Pura&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;                      23h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ocosound"&gt;OCO&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Castelo:  21h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mutenrohi"&gt;Mutenrohi&lt;/a&gt; (Esp)&lt;br /&gt;              23h45 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/raspectmusic"&gt;Raspect&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;              01h45 - Dj N'Sista (Esp/Br)&lt;br /&gt;Cerca:     21h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sibaeafuloresta"&gt;Siba e a Fuloresta&lt;/a&gt; (Br)&lt;br /&gt;                        00h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/luracaboverde"&gt;Lura&lt;/a&gt; (Cabo Verde)&lt;br /&gt;Matriz :  22h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/camaneoficial"&gt;Camané&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;              00h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/justinadamsproducer"&gt;Justin Adams &amp;amp; Julden Camara&lt;/a&gt; (Ing/Gambia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Domingo - 28.Junho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic :  19h30 - VioliNOacordeão&lt;br /&gt;Arco:      20h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sutravassos"&gt;Susana Travassos&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;                22h15 - Yin &amp;amp; Yang (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Bica:       20h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/eduardoramosmocarabe"&gt;Eduardo Ramos&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;                       23h00 - Alma Lusa (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;Castelo:  21h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/filipapaismusic"&gt;Filipa Pais&lt;/a&gt; (Pt)&lt;br /&gt;               23h45 - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Son%20de%20Nadie"&gt;Son de Nadie&lt;/a&gt; (Esp)&lt;br /&gt;Cerca:     21h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rokiatraore"&gt;Rokia Traoré&lt;/a&gt; (Mali)&lt;br /&gt;                         00h30 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kimmopohjonen"&gt;Kimmo Pohjonen Uniko&lt;/a&gt; (Finlândia)&lt;br /&gt;Matriz :  23h00 - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tarantacopeland"&gt;La Notte Della Tarantela feat. Stewart Copeland&lt;/a&gt;(It/EUA/Grécia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-4900749517781709535?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4900749517781709535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/festival-med-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4900749517781709535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4900749517781709535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/festival-med-2009.html' title='Festival Med 2009 - actualização'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SiBFkyg7Y_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HZZzzqT0fv8/s72-c/cartaz_med_programa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-3742540547211078554</id><published>2009-05-29T15:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:09:09.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh_37hnsrtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vu5xhZRNqaw/s1600-h/280.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh_37hnsrtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vu5xhZRNqaw/s400/280.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341260285093916370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;"... and you'll never be dissapointed."&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/3455684648704338256-3742540547211078554?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3742540547211078554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3742540547211078554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3742540547211078554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh_37hnsrtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vu5xhZRNqaw/s72-c/280.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-9199233550427476451</id><published>2009-05-29T00:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:35:41.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh8fqPBAsUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XC3yurpZOFA/s1600-h/AZN7wsuV4nufnnd2S8P2fukno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh8fqPBAsUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XC3yurpZOFA/s400/AZN7wsuV4nufnnd2S8P2fukno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341022493530435906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh8fcFrsCnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XLxxnXQDJdE/s1600-h/AZN7wsuV4nufnnd2S8P2fukno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-9199233550427476451?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9199233550427476451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/9199233550427476451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/9199233550427476451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh8fqPBAsUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XC3yurpZOFA/s72-c/AZN7wsuV4nufnnd2S8P2fukno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4734466542942119395</id><published>2009-05-28T19:09:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:21:20.439+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bajofondo Tango Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Mareo'/><title type='text'>El Mareo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh7eN6KYJkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WyAsX1tbTDk/s1600-h/tango1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh7eN6KYJkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WyAsX1tbTDk/s320/tango1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340950538640434754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avanzo y escribo&lt;br /&gt;decido el camino&lt;br /&gt;las ganas que quedan se marchan&lt;br /&gt;con vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se apaga el deseo&lt;br /&gt;ya no me entrenvero&lt;br /&gt;y hablar eso&lt;br /&gt;que se me iba&lt;br /&gt;mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con los ojos no te veo&lt;br /&gt;se que se me viene el mareo&lt;br /&gt;y es entonces&lt;br /&gt;cuando quiero&lt;br /&gt;salir a caminar (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El agua me ciega&lt;br /&gt;hay vidrio en la arena&lt;br /&gt;ya no me da pena&lt;br /&gt;dejarte un adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi son las cosas&lt;br /&gt;amargas borrosas&lt;br /&gt;son fotos veladas&lt;br /&gt;de un tiempo mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con los ojos no te veo&lt;br /&gt;se que se me viene el mareo&lt;br /&gt;y es entonces&lt;br /&gt;cuando quiero&lt;br /&gt;salir a caminar (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El aire me ciega&lt;br /&gt;hay vidrio en la arena&lt;br /&gt;ya no me da pena&lt;br /&gt;dejarte un adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi son las cosas&lt;br /&gt;amargas borrosas&lt;br /&gt;son fotos veladas&lt;br /&gt;de un tiempo mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con los ojos no te veo&lt;br /&gt;se que se me viene el mareo&lt;br /&gt;y es entonces&lt;br /&gt;cuando quiero&lt;br /&gt;salir a caminar (x2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Mareo (Com Gustavo Cerati) by Bajofondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0O2QQ3NMa54&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0O2QQ3NMa54&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das minhas músicas favoritas do novo albúm de Bajofondo, Mar Dulce.&lt;br /&gt;Espero estar a ouvi-la ao vivo em breve... vai ser sem sombra de dúvida um concerto maravilhoso e memorável.. Já para não dizer, uma grande honra, em mais uma vez, tê-los na minha terra... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-4734466542942119395?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4734466542942119395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-mareo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4734466542942119395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4734466542942119395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-mareo.html' title='El Mareo'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sh7eN6KYJkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WyAsX1tbTDk/s72-c/tango1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1263468448551276290</id><published>2009-05-11T15:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:19:24.678+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ladyhawke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Delirium'/><title type='text'>My Delirium</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QN8HwUxFouM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QN8HwUxFouM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night, Waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Tonight waiting for an answer&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat drumming double time&lt;br /&gt;I need one more chance to be near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hanging on (for what)&lt;br /&gt;Can’t operate (fired up)&lt;br /&gt;I won’t eat and I won't sleep for you yeah&lt;br /&gt;No rest till I (get through)&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I’m holding out (for you)&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who’s insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you’re playing with my delirium&lt;br /&gt;And the longer I wait the harder I’m gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with my delirium&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I’m outta my head and outta my self control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here in this quiet room&lt;br /&gt;Deep in delusion sending me over&lt;br /&gt;Outside watch the world go by&lt;br /&gt;Inside time stands still as I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hanging on (for what)&lt;br /&gt;Can’t operate (fired up)&lt;br /&gt;I won’t eat and I won't sleep for you yeah&lt;br /&gt;No rest till I (get through)&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I’m holding out (for you)&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who’s insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey You’re playing with my delirium&lt;br /&gt;And the longer I wait the harder I’m gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with my delirium&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I’m outta my head and outta my self control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I won’t eat and I won't sleep for you yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey You’re playing with my delirium&lt;br /&gt;And the longer I wait the harder I’m gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with my delirium&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I’m outta my head and outta my self control&lt;br /&gt;Hey You’re playing with my delirium&lt;br /&gt;And the longer I wait the harder I’m gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with my delirium&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I’m outta my head and outta my self control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Delirium by Ladyhawke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-1263468448551276290?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1263468448551276290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-delirium.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1263468448551276290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1263468448551276290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-delirium.html' title='My Delirium'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-2934959933637948035</id><published>2009-05-04T19:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:40:19.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta coisa de gostar de alguém...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sf8x1SF9nXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/P06whkIh0ko/s1600-h/kitten-tummy-rub_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sf8x1SF9nXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/P06whkIh0ko/s320/kitten-tummy-rub_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332035275289632114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando se gosta de alguém – mas a sério, que é disto que falamos – não há nada mais importante do que essa outra pessoa. E sendo assim, não há sms que não se receba porque possivelmente não vimos, porque se calhar estava a passar num sítio sem rede, porque a minha amiga não me deu o recado, porque não percebi que querias estar comigo, porque recebi as flores mas pensava não serem para mim, porque não estava em casa quando tocaste.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se gosta de alguém temos sempre rede, nunca falha a bateria, nunca nada nos impede de nos vermos e nem de nos encontrarmos no meio de uma multidão de gente. Quando se gosta de alguém não respondemos a uma mensagem só no final do dia, não temos acidentes de carro, nem nunca os nossos pais se sentiram mal a ponto de nos impossibilitarem o nosso encontro. Quando se gosta de alguém, ouvimos sempre o telefone, a campaínha da porta, lemos sempre a mensagem que nos deixaram no vidro embaciado do carro desse Inverno rigoroso. Quando se gosta de alguém – e estou a escrever para os que gostam - vamos para o local do acidente com a carta amigável, vamos ter com ela ao corredor do hospital ver como estão os pais, chamamos os bombeiros para abrirem a porta, mas nada, nada nos impede de estar juntos, porque nada nem ninguém é mais importante, do que nós."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by Fernando Alvim in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://esperobemquenao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Espero Bem Que Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei por acaso este post neste blog que às vezes visito e acho que faz todo o sentido... pelo menos para mim. Eu também sou da opinião que quando se gosta de alguém não há cá "agora não, que eu acho que não posso"... (como já diria a nossa amiga Deolinda... =P )&lt;br /&gt;Quando se gosta, gosta-se e pronto... Não há cá onde, como e porquê... simplesmente gosta-se... e deve ser só isso que importa e mais nada... basta que esse gostar seja verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isto tudo porque sim, há quem eu goste mais que o gato...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-2934959933637948035?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2934959933637948035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-coisa-de-gostar-de-alguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2934959933637948035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2934959933637948035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-coisa-de-gostar-de-alguem.html' title='Esta coisa de gostar de alguém...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sf8x1SF9nXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/P06whkIh0ko/s72-c/kitten-tummy-rub_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-8822712750157774383</id><published>2009-05-01T15:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:42:31.779+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Sympathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depeche Mode'/><title type='text'>In Sympathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SftTPT3JAfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dezISv-_UBk/s1600-h/005_by_janaexhibitsurpsyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SftTPT3JAfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dezISv-_UBk/s320/005_by_janaexhibitsurpsyche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330946106417807858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're almost falling over you&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they call a truce&lt;br /&gt;What ever they are trying to do&lt;br /&gt;Its of little use&lt;br /&gt;They're drowning you in compliments&lt;br /&gt;Trying to furnish proof&lt;br /&gt;Although they speak with eloquence&lt;br /&gt;There is little truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're bright, you're strong, you know the right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;At least to some degree&lt;br /&gt;You're wise, you're tough, you've heard their lies enough&lt;br /&gt;You smile in sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching your serenity&lt;br /&gt;The way your so transense&lt;br /&gt;The tidiest absurdities&lt;br /&gt;Your patience never ends&lt;br /&gt;And as the night begins to fade&lt;br /&gt;Your heading for the door&lt;br /&gt;Followed by sad parade&lt;br /&gt;Your on your own once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're bright, you're strong, you know the right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;At least to some degree&lt;br /&gt;You're wise, you're tough, you've heard their lies enough&lt;br /&gt;You smile in sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're bright, you're strong, you know the right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;At least to some degree&lt;br /&gt;You're wise, you're tough, you've heard their lies enough&lt;br /&gt;You smile in sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sympathy by Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ynu7ci41Sr/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ynu7ci41Sr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Sympathy'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SftTPT3JAfI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dezISv-_UBk/s72-c/005_by_janaexhibitsurpsyche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-8805177066990642023</id><published>2009-04-13T18:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:16:39.571+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugo Ferreira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams in colour'/><title type='text'>One video that worth be seen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxUn4Bhl2eg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxUn4Bhl2eg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: Dreams In Colour by David Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo by Hugo Ferreira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-8805177066990642023?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8805177066990642023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-video-that-worth-be-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8805177066990642023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8805177066990642023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-video-that-worth-be-seen.html' title='One video that worth be 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name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1n4gHp2t20&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangpe by Nneka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-3944254892916664620?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3944254892916664620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-no-one-righteous-no-not-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3944254892916664620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3944254892916664620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-no-one-righteous-no-not-one.html' title='There is no one righteous, no not one...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5770064014104466398</id><published>2009-03-17T18:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:09:30.798Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No You Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Franz Ferdinand'/><title type='text'>No you boys never care...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sb_0JO6zRuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/q3ECbnhlGJo/s1600-h/Imagem+00599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sb_0JO6zRuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/q3ECbnhlGJo/s400/Imagem+00599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314234524781201122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Lick your cigarette, then kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me where your eye won't meet me&lt;br /&gt;Meet me where your mind won't kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick your eyes and mine and then hit me&lt;br /&gt;Hit me with your eyes so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know you know you know that yes I love&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'd love to get to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you never wonder?&lt;br /&gt;No, no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls never know&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, you girls'll never know&lt;br /&gt;No you girls never know&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy feel&lt;br /&gt;You girls never know&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, you girls'll never know&lt;br /&gt;No you girls never know&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy feel&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Lick your cigarette, then kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me where your eye won't meet me&lt;br /&gt;Meet me where your eye won't lick me&lt;br /&gt;Lick your mind and mine so briefly&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you know you're so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you know that I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;I mean I, I mean I need to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you never wonder?&lt;br /&gt;No, no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls never know&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, you girls'll never know&lt;br /&gt;No you girls never know&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy feel&lt;br /&gt;You girls never know&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, you girls'll never know&lt;br /&gt;No you girls never know&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy feel&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy feel&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say stupid things&lt;br /&gt;That I think&lt;br /&gt;Well, I mean I&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the stupidest things&lt;br /&gt;Because I never wonder&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the girl feels&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the girl feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you boys never care&lt;br /&gt;Oh no you boys'll never care&lt;br /&gt;No you boys never care&lt;br /&gt;How the girl feels&lt;br /&gt;No you boys never care&lt;br /&gt;You dirty boys'll never care&lt;br /&gt;No you boys never care&lt;br /&gt;How the girl feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the girl feels&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the girl feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No You Girls by Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TD8dWugWEy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TD8dWugWEy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-5770064014104466398?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5770064014104466398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-you-boys-never-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5770064014104466398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5770064014104466398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-you-boys-never-care.html' title='No you boys never care...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sb_0JO6zRuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/q3ECbnhlGJo/s72-c/Imagem+00599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7590790918076373098</id><published>2009-03-16T23:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:14:31.254Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choose Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita Redshoes'/><title type='text'>I Choose Love...</title><content type='html'>Apesar de já ter feito um post com esta música à quase um ano atrás &lt;a href="http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/choose-love.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; ... Continua a ser a música de Rita Redshoes que mais gosto.... agora deixo-vos aqui o video, que tal como a música é simples mas bonito... Because despite everything I choose love... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=53919165"&gt;Choose Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=53919165,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=53919165,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-7590790918076373098?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7590790918076373098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-choose-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7590790918076373098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7590790918076373098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-choose-love.html' title='I Choose Love...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1519838375117902725</id><published>2009-03-10T21:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:36:29.075+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yael naim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='far far'/><title type='text'>There's a beautiful mess inside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SbbhukPEtLI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qqyn2lekeDY/s1600-h/I_dare_you_by_zbk_by_UnderRatedWatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SbbhukPEtLI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qqyn2lekeDY/s320/I_dare_you_by_zbk_by_UnderRatedWatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311681000647210162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far, there's this little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was praying for something to happen to her&lt;br /&gt;everyday she writes words and more words&lt;br /&gt;just to spit out the thoughts that keep floating inside&lt;br /&gt;and she's strong when the dreams come cos' they&lt;br /&gt;take her, cover her, they are all over&lt;br /&gt;the reality looks far now, but don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;how can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far, there's this little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was praying for something good to happen to her&lt;br /&gt;from time to time there are colors and shapes&lt;br /&gt;dazzling her eyes, tickling her hands&lt;br /&gt;they invent her a new world with&lt;br /&gt;oil skies and aquarel rivers&lt;br /&gt;but don't you run away already&lt;br /&gt;please don't go oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;how an you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and dive&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;how can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;There's a beautiful mess&lt;br /&gt;beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far there's this little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was praying for something big to happen to her&lt;br /&gt;every night she hears beautiful strange music&lt;br /&gt;it's everywhere there's nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;but if it fades she begs&lt;br /&gt;"oh lord don't take it from me, don't take it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "I guess i'll have to give it birth&lt;br /&gt;to give it birth&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i guess, i guess i have to give it birth&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to, have to give it birth&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside and it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at yourself now&lt;br /&gt;deep inside&lt;br /&gt;deeper than you ever dared&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far by Yael Naim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5RDeDhQkLe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5RDeDhQkLe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-1519838375117902725?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1519838375117902725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-beautiful-mess-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1519838375117902725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1519838375117902725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-beautiful-mess-inside.html' title='There&apos;s a beautiful mess inside...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SbbhukPEtLI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qqyn2lekeDY/s72-c/I_dare_you_by_zbk_by_UnderRatedWatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-844339239935915525</id><published>2009-03-09T21:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:23:50.627Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Melson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fell It Coming'/><title type='text'>Fell It Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SbWW8cBH7qI/AAAAAAAAANY/qLZ5tKRn3YI/s1600-h/1969_In_The_Sunshine_by_xianlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SbWW8cBH7qI/AAAAAAAAANY/qLZ5tKRn3YI/s320/1969_In_The_Sunshine_by_xianlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311317300610592418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it, I’m all better now&lt;br /&gt;Spit up the last of what made me hurt&lt;br /&gt;I feel light as a feather now&lt;br /&gt;At last I finally know my worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I’d never learn to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Open all the windows wide&lt;br /&gt;Turn the ringer off the phone&lt;br /&gt;Light my orange candles every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m wishing on a new moon&lt;br /&gt;Something better’s coming&lt;br /&gt;It’s coming soon….&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming, I feel it coming, I feel it coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes up on the high, high dive&lt;br /&gt;Stretch my arms up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Endless water is deep below&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in the air I’ll learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wishing on a new moon&lt;br /&gt;Something better’s coming&lt;br /&gt;It’s coming soon&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming, I feel it coming, I feel it coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy to complain&lt;br /&gt;But it’ll make you insane&lt;br /&gt;That same routine&lt;br /&gt;The impulse to be mean&lt;br /&gt;But the grass is oh so green&lt;br /&gt;After winter rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming, I feel it coming, I feel it coming&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming, I feel it coming, I feel it coming&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming, I feel it coming, I feel it coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell It Coming by Sara Melson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfWikSQJ_FU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfWikSQJ_FU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-844339239935915525?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/844339239935915525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/fell-it-coming.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/844339239935915525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/844339239935915525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/fell-it-coming.html' title='Fell It Coming...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SbWW8cBH7qI/AAAAAAAAANY/qLZ5tKRn3YI/s72-c/1969_In_The_Sunshine_by_xianlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7781968890624331791</id><published>2009-03-05T10:35:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:22:12.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti Amiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sa-zaqPqaDI/AAAAAAAAANA/pcBQOJnmMD4/s1600-h/bolinho_anivers%25C3%25A1rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sa-zaqPqaDI/AAAAAAAAANA/pcBQOJnmMD4/s320/bolinho_anivers%25C3%25A1rio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309659756291057714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que me conheces melhor que ninguém... não fossemos nós amigas à mais de 17 anos =)..&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que me fazes sentir bem até nos dias mais difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que és a pessoa mais linda, inteligente e bondosa que conheço,&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que estás sempre presente mesmo quando não estás por perto,&lt;br /&gt;Para ti que me aturas todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUITOS PARABÉNS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal;"&gt;E porque sei que esta é uma das tuas músicas favoritas, aqui fica hoje, só para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/XEGHV1_Eas/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/XEGHV1_Eas/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-7781968890624331791?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7781968890624331791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-ti-amiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7781968890624331791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7781968890624331791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-ti-amiga.html' title='Para ti Amiga...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/Sa-zaqPqaDI/AAAAAAAAANA/pcBQOJnmMD4/s72-c/bolinho_anivers%25C3%25A1rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5631733564750001814</id><published>2009-02-24T23:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:29:16.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SaSB57LwlaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/trKr4m87hZU/s1600-h/logo.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SaSB57LwlaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/trKr4m87hZU/s320/logo.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306509093088826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim se passou mais um Carnaval...&lt;br /&gt;Este foi, sem sombra de dúvida, memorável.. Assim em honra de mais 3 dias bem passados e de quem os alegrou aqui fica uma musiquita, que foi sem dúvida um hit deste Carnaval... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E Vocês São Modernos??" by La Plante Mutante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNNfAuMq-M0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNNfAuMq-M0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Hope Joanna by Eddy Grant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2009'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SaSB57LwlaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/trKr4m87hZU/s72-c/logo.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1881113031615215635</id><published>2009-02-01T18:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:08:42.170Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonestar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norah jones'/><title type='text'>I guess that today, that's all I've got to say...or sing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: 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judge where I had been,&lt;br /&gt;accepting the more the more you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But in those eyes your secret I can tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;is that you see so you'll be seen as well.&lt;/span&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/3455684648704338256-7022697258269431121?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7022697258269431121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/calculus-of-friendship-is-complex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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Yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Winehouse'/><title type='text'>I Can't Help You, If You Won't Help Yourself ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SX4umiwVvzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Gf_W89des-U/s1600-h/winter_story_by_nayein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SX4umiwVvzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Gf_W89des-U/s320/winter_story_by_nayein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295721451533745970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;I understand a man confused&lt;br /&gt;There must have been but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I feel the way your soul does there&lt;br /&gt;Darling they empathise&lt;br /&gt;Looking through your bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I know you you're so frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Above we all become what we once hated&lt;br /&gt;Be slight nobody can be that wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help ya if you won't help yourself&lt;br /&gt;I can't help ya if you don't help yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can only get so much from someone yeah&lt;br /&gt;You can get so much from me&lt;br /&gt;I can't help ya if you won't help yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a degree a in philosophy&lt;br /&gt;So you think you're cleverer than me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just some drama queen&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's where you're at not where you've been&lt;br /&gt;So what do you expect from me&lt;br /&gt;To hold your head above the sea&lt;br /&gt;And there are you even though you're bigger&lt;br /&gt;Cos don't you know you crush my tiny figure&lt;br /&gt;And anyway we're still so young&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't yet the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help ya if you won't help yourself&lt;br /&gt;I can't help ya if you don't help yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can only get so much from someone yeah&lt;br /&gt;I can't help ya if you won't help yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be twenty-five but in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I see you at sixteen years or most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just a child and you're full grown&lt;br /&gt;And no I'm nothing like I've ever known yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing like I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Yourself by Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2xSfC_ufO3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2xSfC_ufO3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6548893056185269217</id><published>2009-01-16T20:11:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:39:11.361Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiser chiefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love&apos;s not a competition'/><title type='text'>Love's not a competition..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SXEJNAaciOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ueqwp7ZaDEU/s1600-h/1955822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SXEJNAaciOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ueqwp7ZaDEU/s320/1955822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292021156190914786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the one to disappoint you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've said all this and that you've heard&lt;br /&gt;It all before,&lt;br /&gt;The trick is getting you to think that all this was your idea.&lt;br /&gt;And that this was everything you've ever wanted out of here,&lt;br /&gt;Love's not a competition but I'm winning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what's truly altruistic anymore,&lt;br /&gt;When every good thing that I do is listed and you're keeping score,&lt;br /&gt;Love's not a competition but I'm winning&lt;br /&gt;Love's not a competition but I'm winning&lt;br /&gt;At least I thought I was but there's no way of knowing,&lt;br /&gt;At least I thought I was but there's no way of knowing,&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like when you're new to the game but I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the one to disappoint you,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the one to disappoint you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's Not A Competition (But I'm Winning) by Kaiser Chiefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SXEJNAaciOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ueqwp7ZaDEU/s72-c/1955822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4930460275333856948</id><published>2009-01-15T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:20:13.826Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year´s Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SW_CLlRHv1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/FfiXpOIRgGY/s1600-h/new-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SW_CLlRHv1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/FfiXpOIRgGY/s320/new-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291661591421894482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, cá estamos em mais um aninho.. 2009 a começar e as expectativas são muitas... Queremos sempre que o novo ano que chega seja melhor, e não pior, que o ano que passou... Para mim pior vai ser difícil, mas o pensamento tem sempre de ser positivo (não vá o diabo tece-las!!)...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho por hábito fazer as famosas resoluções de ano novo, porém este ano enquanto fazia mais um dos meus passeios aqui pela net, encontrei um poema que acho que prefaz completamente a minha ideia de como vou viver o próximo ano.... Achei que devia partilhar, pode ser que signifique alguma coisa para mais alguém também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be you who are&lt;br /&gt;And who you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart run free.&lt;br /&gt;Live for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;Seizing the day.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh the night away.&lt;br /&gt;Wish on every star,&lt;br /&gt;And even if it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Hold yourself to higher standards&lt;br /&gt;And know what you’re worth.&lt;br /&gt;Dream every last dream&lt;br /&gt;And help others to grace.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you &lt;u&gt;love yourself,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Um Excelente 2009 para todos vocês!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Resolutions'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SW_CLlRHv1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/FfiXpOIRgGY/s72-c/new-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1161850675175692309</id><published>2008-12-24T20:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:18:47.606Z</updated><title type='text'>A Todos Um Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SVKYRd8sHbI/AAAAAAAAALw/S_Bk_D2i1P4/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-3874140024489255662</id><published>2008-12-09T19:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:05:50.981+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken strings'/><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/ST7K4zLs3jI/AAAAAAAAALo/RAH3szbIvM8/s1600-h/contact_by_marielliott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/ST7K4zLs3jI/AAAAAAAAALo/RAH3szbIvM8/s200/contact_by_marielliott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277878890485571122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me hold you&lt;br /&gt;For the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;br /&gt;But you broke me&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you,&lt;br /&gt;It's so untrue&lt;br /&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;br /&gt;When I'm speaking,&lt;br /&gt;It's the voice of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on, but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what are we doing&lt;br /&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;br /&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to save&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on, but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the truth hurts,&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're running through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to save&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When we both know it's too late (too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well truth hurts,&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Strings by James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fmcbpHaI3B/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fmcbpHaI3B/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-3874140024489255662?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3874140024489255662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken-strings_09.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-3455684648704338256.post-2038713581835078656</id><published>2008-12-09T18:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:09:50.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orange tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra'/><title type='text'>Orange Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/ST2wzSQdDDI/AAAAAAAAALI/hKkXYIZgwQY/s1600-h/How_to_plant_an_heart_tree____by_ploop26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/ST2wzSQdDDI/AAAAAAAAALI/hKkXYIZgwQY/s320/How_to_plant_an_heart_tree____by_ploop26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568733468757042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something in your mind goes wiry&lt;br /&gt;Goes turning itself into a big ball of snow&lt;br /&gt;And it just rolls rolls growing stronger&lt;br /&gt;As it goes goes down the valley&lt;br /&gt;Of the cold cold lonely mountain&lt;br /&gt;That hides all your secrets away from the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There where all your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;Where you stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you under a shadow of an orange tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we never ever really loved you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we never ever really cared, cared&lt;br /&gt;So just go just turn around&lt;br /&gt;And hold me just hold me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I've been waiting forever forever yes here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in your mind goes wiry&lt;br /&gt;Goes turning itself into a big ball of snow&lt;br /&gt;And it just rolls rolls growing stronger&lt;br /&gt;As it goes goes down the valley&lt;br /&gt;Of the cold cold lonely mountain&lt;br /&gt;That hides all your secrets away from the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There where all your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;Where you stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you dancing&lt;br /&gt;We'll climb and we'll sit on the top of an orange tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever really loved you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we never ever really cared, cared&lt;br /&gt;So just go just turn around&lt;br /&gt;And hold me just hold me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I've been waiting forever forever here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart goes boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is you you you&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart goes boom boom boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;Light shines for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we never ever really loved you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we never ever really cared, cared&lt;br /&gt;So just go just turn around&lt;br /&gt;And hold me just hold me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I've been waiting forever forever here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we never ever really cared, cared&lt;br /&gt;So just go just turn around&lt;br /&gt;And hold me just hold me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I, I've been waiting forever forever yes here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Tree by David Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/glWkYhaDZM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/glWkYhaDZM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado como certas músicas nos fazem lembrar certas pessoas....&lt;br /&gt;Mas de qualquer modo espero estar a ouvi-la ao vivo muito em breve... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-2038713581835078656?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2038713581835078656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/orange-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2038713581835078656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2038713581835078656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/orange-tree.html' title='Orange Tree'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/ST2wzSQdDDI/AAAAAAAAALI/hKkXYIZgwQY/s72-c/How_to_plant_an_heart_tree____by_ploop26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6723882499500119016</id><published>2008-12-05T17:03:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:04:50.354Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Desafio Musical...</title><content type='html'>Bem depois de uns últimos dias complicaditos, eis que tenho finalmente tempo para responder ao desafio que me foi feito pela minha linda Crix em &lt;a href="http://bubblegumyears.blogspot.com/"&gt;BubbleGumYears&lt;/a&gt;... ( Já agora deêm uma espreitadela por lá que é um blog de muito bom gosto ;o)... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então as regras são estas: colocar uma foto individual, escolher uma banda/artista de eleição, responder às perguntas com títulos de canções da banda/artista escolhido, e desafiar 4 bloguistas para passarem a outro e não ao mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, sei que estou a quebrar logo a primeira regra do desafio ( não é bom principio, peço desculpa por isso... ) mas para mim escolher apenas uma única banda/artista é uma coisa muito complicada para mim, então resolvi optar por escolher músicas de artistas que fazem parte da minha longa lista de favoritos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/STliL2CHt6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/gMdR9QwFDJ4/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/STliL2CHt6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/gMdR9QwFDJ4/s200/eu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356394063738786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma fotografia muito carnavalesca... estilo afro...&lt;br /&gt;E agora a música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) és homem ou mulher?&lt;br /&gt;Sea-Lion Woman (Feist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) descreve-te:&lt;br /&gt;I Fell It All (Feist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) o que as pessoas acham de ti?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Brightside (The Killers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) como descreves o teu último relacionamento?&lt;br /&gt;Melt My Heart To Stone (Adele)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) descreve o estado actual da tua relação:&lt;br /&gt;Just Friends (Amy Winehouse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) onde querias estar agora?&lt;br /&gt;Warwick Avenue (Duffy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) o que pensas a respeito do amor?&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous And Sweet (Lenka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) como é a tua vida?&lt;br /&gt;Live Like You're Dying (Lenka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) o que pedirias se pudesses ter só um desejo?&lt;br /&gt;We Will Not Grow Old (Lenka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) escreve uma frase sábia:&lt;br /&gt;Everything Will Be Alright (The Killers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então cá está... agora vou só ali desafiar uns amiguitos... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-6723882499500119016?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6723882499500119016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/desafio-musical.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6723882499500119016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6723882499500119016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/desafio-musical.html' title='Desafio Musical...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/STliL2CHt6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/gMdR9QwFDJ4/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7562356751965928607</id><published>2008-11-09T23:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:14:52.418Z</updated><title type='text'>After a While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SRidRll-oMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/b6r-hUjO18E/s1600-h/Waltz_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SRidRll-oMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/b6r-hUjO18E/s320/Waltz_by_larafairie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267132689684537538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;The subtle difference between&lt;br /&gt;Holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;br /&gt;And company doesn't always mean security.&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;br /&gt;That kisses aren't contracts&lt;br /&gt;And presents aren't promises&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to accept your defeats&lt;br /&gt;With your head up and your eyes ahead&lt;br /&gt;With the grace of a woman&lt;br /&gt;Not the grief of a child&lt;br /&gt;And you learn&lt;br /&gt;To build all your roads on today&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow's ground is&lt;br /&gt;Too uncertain for plans&lt;br /&gt;And futures have a way&lt;br /&gt;Of falling down in mid flight&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;That even sunshine burns if you get too much&lt;br /&gt;And learn that no matter how much you care,&lt;br /&gt;Some people simply do not care ...&lt;br /&gt;And accept that no matter how good is a person,&lt;br /&gt;He will hurt you every once in a while and you need to forgive him for that.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that a good talk can relieve emotional pain.&lt;br /&gt;Find that it takes years to build trust&lt;br /&gt;And only seconds to destroy it,&lt;br /&gt;And that you can do things in an instant,&lt;br /&gt;Of which you will regret for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that the real friendships&lt;br /&gt;Continue to grow even over long distances.&lt;br /&gt;And what matter is not what you have in life,&lt;br /&gt;But who you have in life.&lt;br /&gt;And that good friends are the family&lt;br /&gt;That enabled us to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that we don't have to change our friends&lt;br /&gt;If we understand that friends change,&lt;br /&gt;Understand that your best friend and you&lt;br /&gt;Can do anything, or nothing,&lt;br /&gt;And still have good times together.&lt;br /&gt;Find that the ones&lt;br /&gt;You care the most in your life&lt;br /&gt;Are taken from you very quickly,&lt;br /&gt;So always leave them with loving words,&lt;br /&gt;It may be the last time that you see them.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that the circumstances and environments&lt;br /&gt;Have an influence on us,&lt;br /&gt;But we are responsible for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;You start to learn that you should not compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;But with the best you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Find that it takes a long time&lt;br /&gt;To become the person you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;And that time is short.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that doesn't matter how far you've come,&lt;br /&gt;But to where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;And that even if you don't know where you're going,&lt;br /&gt;Any place will fit.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that either you control your actions&lt;br /&gt;Or they will control you.&lt;br /&gt;And that being flexible doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;Being weak or having no personality,&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter how delicate and fragile&lt;br /&gt;Is a situation,&lt;br /&gt;There are always two sides.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that the practice requires great patience.&lt;br /&gt;Find that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;The person you expect to kick you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Is one of the few that helps you getting up.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that maturity has more to do&lt;br /&gt;With the type of experience you lived&lt;br /&gt;And what you've learn from them&lt;br /&gt;Than with how many birthdays you had already celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that when you are angry&lt;br /&gt;You have the right to be angry,&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't give you the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Find that just because someone doesn't love you&lt;br /&gt;The way you want to,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that this someone&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't you love with everything he can,&lt;br /&gt;Because there are people who love us,&lt;br /&gt;But just don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to show or live it.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that it's not always enough&lt;br /&gt;To be forgiven by someone,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to learn&lt;br /&gt;To forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that with the same severity with you judge,&lt;br /&gt;You will be &lt;span class="mn"&gt;condemned&lt;/span&gt; at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that no matter&lt;br /&gt;In how many pieces your heart have been broken,&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't stop for you to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Learn that the time is not something&lt;br /&gt;That could go back,&lt;br /&gt;So you plant your own garden&lt;br /&gt;And decorate your own soul&lt;br /&gt;Instead of waiting&lt;br /&gt;For someone to bring you flowers&lt;br /&gt;And you learn&lt;br /&gt;That you really can endure&lt;br /&gt;That you are really strong&lt;br /&gt;And you really do have worth&lt;br /&gt;And you learn and you learn&lt;br /&gt;With every good bye you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptação do Poema de Veronica Shoffstall’s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-7562356751965928607?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7562356751965928607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7562356751965928607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7562356751965928607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-while.html' title='After a While'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SRidRll-oMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/b6r-hUjO18E/s72-c/Waltz_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-8704679602102412555</id><published>2008-11-01T23:24:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:12:14.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><title type='text'>Don't you shiver?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SQ-QOW7f7oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TnvOZSYeo8Y/s1600-h/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SQ-QOW7f7oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TnvOZSYeo8Y/s320/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264585065767104130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention, do you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't listen to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you say you see straight through me, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake&lt;br /&gt;To the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if you care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Oh, did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd change for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;You shiver&lt;br /&gt;Singing loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So you know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;And is this my final chance of getting you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; But on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake&lt;br /&gt;To the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if you care, if you care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd change for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;I sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;For you, I will always be waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And it's you I see&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;And it's you I hear&lt;br /&gt;So loud and so clear&lt;br /&gt;I sing it loud, and clear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OHIVU8EywC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OHIVU8EywC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiver by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não ouvia esta música à muito tempo, até que esta semana, a caminho de mais um dia na faculdade, começou a tocar na rádio...&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades e que recordações me trouxe... umas mais antigas e boas, outras mais recentes e se calhar menos alegres ou não.. ainda não sei bem... mas de qualquer modo, foi tão bom que ficou na minha cabeça o resto do dia...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica para que também possam recordar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-8704679602102412555?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8704679602102412555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-you-shiver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8704679602102412555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8704679602102412555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-you-shiver.html' title='Don&apos;t you shiver?'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SQ-QOW7f7oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TnvOZSYeo8Y/s72-c/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6290484990962757206</id><published>2008-10-16T21:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:13:42.442+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alanis morissette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect'/><title type='text'>Because I'm not perfect... neither want to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SPepZgLMFUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/93bv4f05d0w/s1600-h/cabelos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SPepZgLMFUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/93bv4f05d0w/s320/cabelos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257857345577030978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes is never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;If you're flawless, then you'll win my love&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to win first place&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to keep that smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good boy&lt;br /&gt;Try a little harder&lt;br /&gt;You've got to measure up&lt;br /&gt;And make me prouder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long before you screw it up&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;With everything I do for you&lt;br /&gt;The least you can do is keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good girl&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta try a little harder&lt;br /&gt;That simply wasn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;To make us proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll live through you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you what I never was&lt;br /&gt;If you're the best, then maybe so am I&lt;br /&gt;Compared to him compared to her&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this for your own damn good&lt;br /&gt;You'll make up for what I blew&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem...why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good boy&lt;br /&gt;Push a little farther now&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't fast enough&lt;br /&gt;To make us happy&lt;br /&gt;We'll love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;If you're perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect by Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IKMBi4bCGk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IKMBi4bCGk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque há dias em que esta música faz todo o sentido para mim...&lt;br /&gt;E o pior é que não devia...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um desses dias...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-6290484990962757206?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6290484990962757206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-im-not-perfect-neither-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6290484990962757206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6290484990962757206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-im-not-perfect-neither-want-to.html' title='Because I&apos;m not perfect... neither want to be...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SPepZgLMFUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/93bv4f05d0w/s72-c/cabelos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-623970317590508713</id><published>2008-10-11T15:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:42:58.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiferença'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A tua indiferença está a deixar-me indiferente.&lt;br /&gt;Logo se estou indiferente, é porque a tua indiferença&lt;br /&gt;é-me completamente indiferente..&lt;br /&gt;E isso é bom. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3455684648704338256-623970317590508713?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/623970317590508713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/tua-indiferena-est-deixar-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/623970317590508713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/623970317590508713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/tua-indiferena-est-deixar-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5662403167087254119</id><published>2008-10-10T23:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:15:43.309+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deolinda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clandestino'/><title type='text'>O nosso amor é clandestino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SO_eSjIn2mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aJCxRc4aSWc/s1600-h/Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SO_eSjIn2mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aJCxRc4aSWc/s320/Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255663700415076962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite vinha fria&lt;br /&gt;Negras sombras a rondavam&lt;br /&gt;Era meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;E o meu amor tardava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa casa, a nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;Foi de novo revirada&lt;br /&gt;À meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor não estava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, eu não sei aonde ele está&lt;br /&gt;Se à nossa casa voltará&lt;br /&gt;Foi esse o nosso compromisso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acaso nos tocar o azar&lt;br /&gt;O combinado é não esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso amor é clandestino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o bebé, escondida,&lt;br /&gt;Quis lá eu saber, esperei&lt;br /&gt;Era meia-noite&lt;br /&gt;E o meu amor tardava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E arranhada pelas silvas&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá eu o que desejei:&lt;br /&gt;Não voltar nunca...&lt;br /&gt;Amantes, outra casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando ele por fim chegou&lt;br /&gt;Trazia flores que apanhou&lt;br /&gt;E um brinquedo pró menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando a guarda apontou&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu quem o abraçou&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor é clandestino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clandestino by Deolinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qgRF7EVIC5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qgRF7EVIC5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-5662403167087254119?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5662403167087254119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/noite-vinha-fria-negras-sombras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5662403167087254119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5662403167087254119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/noite-vinha-fria-negras-sombras.html' title='O nosso amor é clandestino...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SO_eSjIn2mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aJCxRc4aSWc/s72-c/Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5174141782199522213</id><published>2008-10-01T15:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:06:37.051+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladytron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runaway'/><title type='text'>My little runaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SOOQ80kGHZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Sz9Y3urT1-c/s1600-h/andar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SOOQ80kGHZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Sz9Y3urT1-c/s320/andar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252200965020720530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new day that you start&lt;br /&gt;Plans the minute you're flagging your heart&lt;br /&gt;Where you waking up today&lt;br /&gt;My little runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every red eye that you cross&lt;br /&gt;Makes the next feel serious&lt;br /&gt;Where you waking up today&lt;br /&gt;My little runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every silver shell that you crush&lt;br /&gt;Will be enough&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna sleep today&lt;br /&gt;My little runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like everyone&lt;br /&gt;Wants to kill the unicorn&lt;br /&gt;Where you waking up today&lt;br /&gt;My little runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway by Ladytron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHMynl9QX7g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHMynl9QX7g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-5174141782199522213?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5174141782199522213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-runaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5174141782199522213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5174141782199522213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-runaway.html' title='My little runaway'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SOOQ80kGHZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Sz9Y3urT1-c/s72-c/andar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-2651026239152513424</id><published>2008-09-19T17:44:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:02:16.582+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garfield'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SNPoRrx5q0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VaAKNARjnn4/s1600-h/garfield_001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SNPoRrx5q0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VaAKNARjnn4/s400/garfield_001.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247793381324204866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SNPoxu1HudI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7DlK3uphyo4/s200/cake_face2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-2651026239152513424?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2651026239152513424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2651026239152513424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/2651026239152513424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me ...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SNPoRrx5q0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VaAKNARjnn4/s72-c/garfield_001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5555593889455242888</id><published>2008-09-17T18:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:58:15.149+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for reasons unknown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the killers'/><title type='text'>My eyes don't recognize you no more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SNFFEGnj6RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/93MWqfzbreg/s1600-h/For_Whatever_Reasons_by_krazyjones9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SNFFEGnj6RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/93MWqfzbreg/s320/For_Whatever_Reasons_by_krazyjones9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247050977661675794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I pack my case, I check my face&lt;br /&gt;I look a little bit older&lt;br /&gt;I look a little bit colder&lt;br /&gt;With one deep breath, and one big step&lt;br /&gt;I move a little bit closer, I move a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught my stride, I flew and flied&lt;br /&gt;I know if destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes, they don't see you no more&lt;br /&gt;And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes don't recognize you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an open chair&lt;br /&gt;We sat down in, the open chair&lt;br /&gt;I said if destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind&lt;br /&gt;But my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes, they don't see you no more&lt;br /&gt;And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes don't recognize you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes, don't recognize you no more&lt;br /&gt;And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes don't recognize you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Reasons Unknown by The Killers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/u6AmYb8Y9H/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/u6AmYb8Y9H/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; 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"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Pretender by Foo Fighters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3455684648704338256-4276346048502441832?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4276346048502441832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if-i-say-im-not-like-others-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4276346048502441832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4276346048502441832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if-i-say-im-not-like-others-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-3595837728628953006</id><published>2008-08-04T17:35:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:18:57.239+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling Good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'>And I'm Feeling Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SKBVqSXGY-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WwFEwigCOFQ/s1600-h/keep_smiling_by_h4waiian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SKBVqSXGY-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WwFEwigCOFQ/s400/keep_smiling_by_h4waiian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233276951976109026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds flying high you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sun in the sky you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Reeds driftin' on by you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new life&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish in the sea you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;River running free you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;blossom in the trees you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new life&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in peace when day is done&lt;br /&gt;And this old world is a new world&lt;br /&gt;And a bold world&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars when you shine you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Scent of the pine you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Oh freedom is mine&lt;br /&gt;And I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day&lt;br /&gt;It's a new life&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling Good By Muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JqWzb5a8jg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JqWzb5a8jg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-im-feeling-good.html' title='And I&apos;m Feeling Good...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SKBVqSXGY-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WwFEwigCOFQ/s72-c/keep_smiling_by_h4waiian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6385324069375847316</id><published>2008-08-04T00:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:21:59.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right as rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adele'/><title type='text'>Right As Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SJY8vVEn_aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tippBGQXYNY/s1600-h/Holding_a_Piece_of_Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SJY8vVEn_aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tippBGQXYNY/s400/Holding_a_Piece_of_Time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230434801045470626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be right as rain, it's better when something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You get excitement in your bones and everything you do is a game.&lt;br /&gt;When night comes and your on your own you can say I chose to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be right as rain, it's harder when you're on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when hard work don't pay off and I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no room in my bed, as far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;So wipe that dirty smile of, We&lt;br /&gt;won't be making up, I've cried my heart out&lt;br /&gt;and now I've had enough of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be riding high when you'll just crumble back on down.&lt;br /&gt;You give up everything you are and even then you don't get far.&lt;br /&gt;They make believe that everything is exactly what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;But at least when you're at your worst, you'll know how to feel things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See when hard work don't pay off and I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no room in my bed, as far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;So wipe that dirty smile of, We&lt;br /&gt;won't be making up, I've cried my heart out&lt;br /&gt;and now I've had enough of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and steal my heart to make me cry again,&lt;br /&gt;'cause it will never hurt as much it did then,&lt;br /&gt;when we were both right and no one had blame,&lt;br /&gt;but now I give up on this endless game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause who wants to be right as rain, it's better when something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I get excitement in my bones, even though everything's a strain.&lt;br /&gt;When night comes and I'm on my own, you should know I chose to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be right as rain, it's harder when you're on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when hard work don't pay off and I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no room in my bed, as far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;So wipe that dirty smile of, We&lt;br /&gt;won't be making up, I've cried my heart out&lt;br /&gt;and now I've had enough of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right As Rain by Adèle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/a1S3F2TC14/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SJY8vVEn_aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tippBGQXYNY/s72-c/Holding_a_Piece_of_Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-75816863888229122</id><published>2008-07-25T23:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:24:07.359+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigur ros'/><title type='text'>Faz hoje um ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SIfDQwpsNFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VuA8rJbN7nY/s1600-h/Modest__by_electrickiisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SIfDQwpsNFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VuA8rJbN7nY/s400/Modest__by_electrickiisses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226360585291838546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faz hoje um ano… Foi o pensamento com que acordei hoje… Isso e uma música que habitou todos os momentos do resto do dia...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faz hoje um ano, que houve um dia na minha vida em que te notei um sei lá o quê, que nunca antes tinha notado... Uma coisa que me veio de onde, não sei, um suspiro que não conti e um sentimento que tentei sempre disfarçar o melhor que pude. Já te tinha olhado muitas vezes... Mas nunca como desta vez, talvez porque apareceste sem aviso…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tive uma secreta vontade de te descobrir, desvendar um pouco desse teu mundo que guardas só para ti e que não mostras nem dás a provar a ninguém... Quase te perguntei porquê, quase me perguntei o porquê de após tantos anos este sei lá o quê, mas foram sempre outras as palavras, entre mais palavras, as que nunca disse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esse sei lá o quê que te notei naquele dia fez-me apetecer-te... Pedi-te um abraço, quase te dei um beijo... Talvez se tivesse notado isto antes, pudesse ter mudado esta história que vivemos do lado de fora de nós... talvez não.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agora és o mais longe de tudo o que existe... Estás aqui ao lado, mas é como se não estivesses, estás tão longe como o sítio onde o longe se perde por não existir... És o meu longe e, a ti, não chego por mais que corra! Mas neste momento já nem sei se te quero chegar…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu sou capaz de te ver onde o segredo te torna vazio. Mas não me peças para adivinhar pensamentos, compreender indecisões, pois não é isso que me torna forte, nunca foi, e ao dar-te a mão provavelmente sempre foste incapaz de compreender porque te conseguia levar ao ponto mais alto, onde tudo era diferente, onde tudo se tornava diferente. Mas a verdade é que conseguia, ainda o consigo, o que mudou entre nós não foi a capacidade de nos surpreendermos mutuamente todos os dias, mas sim a vontade de o fazer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fazes-me sentir transparente como o ar, como se fosses capaz de ver através de mim.. Houve um tempo em que isso me irritava profundamente... Encontrava o teu olhar, sentia-o nas minhas costas, mas sempre que o procurava nunca estava lá. Já me habituei a essa indiferença... Faz parte de ti, faz parte de quem és e do teu modo de manter esse teu mundo privado, longe dos olhares alheios.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por aí me encontro, percebi que no teu mundo tudo é efémero, nada dura. Vives como se fosses capaz de ter algum poder sobre as tuas verdadeiras escolhas, e assim dominar toda uma verdade que não te pertence por não conseguires suportar a certeza dos teus sentimentos, a carência que tentas com que seja apenas física, mas que é muito mais que isso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Serás a história que não conto, não por medo, não por vergonha ou remorso, mas por não a poder sequer imaginar… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Serás a mágoa que levarei durante algum tempo, mas que não me abranda, pois o meu coração não suporta mais pesos cobardes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Assim  acabaste por fazer a diferença, não pelo ser mas pelo não ser. Mas descansa, pois nunca serás lamento, mas sim aprendizagem, nunca um julgamento, mas sim degrau... mais um. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talvez um dia, nos voltemos a cruzar como naquele dia e talvez encontraremos um não sei o quê que nos fará olhar de um modo diferente.. Talvez nos consigamos encontrar, como o fizémos em tantas horas de conversas, momentos que ficarão só para nós, daquela felicidade das pequenas coisas e dos momentos e aí talvez tudo seja diferente...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Maybe one day in another life when we're both cats..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uL3DX7juqk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uL3DX7juqk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-75816863888229122?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/75816863888229122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/faz-hoje-um-ano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/75816863888229122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/75816863888229122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/faz-hoje-um-ano.html' title='Faz hoje um ano...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SIfDQwpsNFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VuA8rJbN7nY/s72-c/Modest__by_electrickiisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4423897331469363855</id><published>2008-07-01T22:18:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:25:56.406+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Med'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balkan Beat Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival Med 2008'/><title type='text'>Festival Med 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SGqffbOQsyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mxl5PhJBE3Y/s1600-h/cartaz_med_programa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SGqffbOQsyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mxl5PhJBE3Y/s400/cartaz_med_programa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218158480494474018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Festival Med, para quem ainda não sabe, é um festival que reúne música de todos os cantinhos desta nossa esfera azul a que chamamos mundo... Eu sou uma fã assídua do festival e este ano tive a sorte e a honra de fazer parte da equipa que o produz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Devo dizer que apesar de bastante cansativa, foi a melhor experiência que alguma vez poderia ter tido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Além de todas as bandas e grandes nomes da world music que por lá passaram e que fizeram as delícias de muitas pessoas, eu incluída, aquilo que eu não posso de maneira alguma esquecer e que me marcou profundamente foram as pessoas com as quais eu trabalhei e que partilharam as alegrias, as ansiedades e preocupações de todos os dias.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde parceiras de trabalho, mais conhecidas como "Cristina e as suas Cristinetes", passando por toda a equipa técnica que pôs aquele festival a mexer: técnicos de som, técnicos de luzes, roadies, stage hands... sim, porque para quem não sabe há muito trabalhinho por detrás de todo um concerto e são essas pessoas maravilhosas que os fazem acontecer e que são normalmente esquecidas, sendo a maior parte das vezes a quem se deve mais mérito, muito mais que até alguns artistas... Todos eles foram excepcionais e fizeram daqueles 5 dias simplesmente maravilhosos!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lá vou eu ser lamechas... mas não posso evitar =) ... Ainda agora acabou e eu já estou com saudades.. Mas para o ano há mais e mesmo que não possa repetir a experiência deste ano, vou estar lá com certeza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para aguçar o gosto a quem não foi e para trazer boas recordações a quem lá esteve deixo-vos aqui uma das músicas que para mim marcou o festival e a qual eu tive a honra de dançar, bem acompanhada e rodeada de gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3o8ip_xQJ0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3o8ip_xQJ0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-4423897331469363855?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4423897331469363855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/festival-med-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4423897331469363855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4423897331469363855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/festival-med-2008.html' title='Festival Med 2008'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SGqffbOQsyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mxl5PhJBE3Y/s72-c/cartaz_med_programa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1491778432397352011</id><published>2008-06-04T20:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:07:48.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stepping Stone'/><title type='text'>I will never be a stepping stone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SFmHBnWSZwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zjugbPLHJAw/s1600-h/Inverse_by_signalbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213346505470142210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SFmHBnWSZwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zjugbPLHJAw/s320/Inverse_by_signalbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember way back way back when&lt;br /&gt;I said i never wanna see your face again&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were loving yes you're loving somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And i knew oh yes i knew i couldnt control myself&lt;br /&gt;And now they bring you back into my life again&lt;br /&gt;And so i put on a face just like your friend's&lt;br /&gt;But i think you know oh yes you know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelings in me oh yes in me are burning strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Im standing upright on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to call me up from time to time&lt;br /&gt;And it would be so hard for me not to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;The words of love layed on my lips just like a curse&lt;br /&gt;And i knew oh yes i knew they'd only make it worse&lt;br /&gt;And now you have the nerve to play along&lt;br /&gt;Just like the mistro beats in a song&lt;br /&gt;You got your kicks you get your kicks from playing me&lt;br /&gt;And the less you give the more i want so foolishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Im standing upright on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Im standing upright on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Take it all or leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;I will never be your stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Im standing upright on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stepping Stone by Duffy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/f2alIJFyjo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/f2alIJFyjo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-1491778432397352011?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1491778432397352011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-never-be-stepping-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1491778432397352011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1491778432397352011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-never-be-stepping-stone.html' title='I will never be a stepping stone...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SFmHBnWSZwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zjugbPLHJAw/s72-c/Inverse_by_signalbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-8139888664190248354</id><published>2008-05-20T22:18:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:27:10.613+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Esteves Cardoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boca do Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elogio ao amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mesa'/><title type='text'>Elogio Ao Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SDNDnxExV7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UCOF86yNop0/s1600-h/It__s_Yours__by_DysturbedLlamA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202576345010362290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SDNDnxExV7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UCOF86yNop0/s320/It__s_Yours__by_DysturbedLlamA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Quero fazer o elogio do amor puro. Parece-me que já ninguém se apaixona de verdade. Já ninguém quer viver um amor impossível. Já ninguém aceita amar sem uma razão. Hoje as pessoas apaixonam-se por uma questão de prática. Porque dá jeito. Porque são colegas e estão ali mesmo ao lado. Porque se dão bem e não se chateiam muito. Porque faz sentido. Porque é mais barato, por causa da casa. Por causa da cama. Por causa das cuecas e das calças e das contas da lavandaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia as pessoas fazem contratos pré-nupciais, discutem tudo de antemão, fazem planos e à mínima merdinha entram logo em "diálogo". O amor passou a ser passível de ser combinado. Os amantes tornaram-se sócios. Reúnem-se, discutem problemas, tomam decisões. O amor transformou-se numa variante psico-sócio-bio-ecológica de camaradagem. A paixão, que devia ser desmedida, é na medida do possível. O amor tornou-se uma questão prática. O resultado é que as pessoas, em vez de se apaixonarem de verdade, ficam "praticamente" apaixonadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero fazer o elogio do amor puro, do amor cego, do amor estúpido, do amor doente, do único amor verdadeiro que há, estou farto de conversas, farto de compreensões, farto de conveniências de serviço. Nunca vi namorados tão embrutecidos, tão cobardes e tão comodistas como os de hoje. Incapazes de um gesto largo, de correr um risco, de um rasgo de ousadia, são uma raça de telefoneiros e capangas de cantina, malta do "tá tudo bem, tudo bem", tomadores de bicas, alcançadores de compromissos, bananóides, borra-botas, matadores do romance, romanticidas. Já ninguém se apaixona? Já ninguém aceita a paixão pura, a saudade sem fim, a tristeza, o desequilíbrio, o medo, o custo, o amor, a doença que é como um cancro a comer-nos o coração e que nos canta no peito ao mesmo tempo?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. O amor não é para ser uma ajudinha. Não é para ser o alívio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, a pausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida, o nosso "dá lá um jeitinho sentimental". Odeio esta mania contemporânea por sopas e descanso. Odeio os novos casalinhos. Para onde quer que se olhe, já não se vê romance, gritaria, maluquice, facada, abraços, flores. O amor fechou a loja. Foi trespassada ao pessoal da pantufa e da serenidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amor é amor. É essa beleza. É esse perigo. O nosso amor não é para nos compreender, não é para nos ajudar, não é para nos fazer felizes. Tanto pode como não pode. Tanto faz. É uma questão de azar. O nosso amor não é para nos amar, para nos levar de repente ao céu, a tempo ainda de apanhar um bocadinho de inferno aberto.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A vida às vezes mata o amor. A "vidinha" é uma convivência assassina. O amor puro não é um meio, não é um fim, não é um princípio, não é um destino. O amor puro é uma condição. Tem tanto a ver com a vida de cada um como o clima. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor não se percebe. Não dá para perceber. O amor é um estado de quem se sente. O amor é a nossa alma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe, não apanha, não larga, não compreende. O amor é uma verdade. É por isso que a ilusão é necessária. A ilusão é bonita, não faz mal. Que se invente e minta e sonhe o que quiser. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A realidade pode matar, o amor é mais bonito que a vida. A vida que se lixe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num  momento, num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre. Ama-se alguém. Por muito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coração guarda o que se nos escapa das mãos. E durante o dia e durante a vida, quando não esta lá quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nosso amor, o amor que se lhe tem. Não é para perceber. É sinal de amor puro não se perceber, amar e não se ter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado, viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz. Não se pode ceder. Não se pode resistir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vida é uma coisa, o amor é outra. A vida dura a vida inteira, o amor não. Só um mundo de amor pode durar a vida inteira. E valê-la também. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso &lt;em&gt;in Expresso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Umas palavras com bastante sentido não acham??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/M6vmv-Hv7L/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/M6vmv-Hv7L/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-8139888664190248354?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8139888664190248354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/elogio-ao-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8139888664190248354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8139888664190248354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/elogio-ao-amor.html' title='Elogio Ao Amor'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SDNDnxExV7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/UCOF86yNop0/s72-c/It__s_Yours__by_DysturbedLlamA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-3029516997170875962</id><published>2008-05-09T17:23:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:17:47.828+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribunal da Relação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mesa'/><title type='text'>Eu não sei nada sobre mim... será que sei algo sobre ti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SCh1shExV6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bhe2VBKAf2M/s1600-h/Question%252520Mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199535177452312482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SCh1shExV6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bhe2VBKAf2M/s320/Question%252520Mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sabes que não há nada&lt;br /&gt;Que possas dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça mudar&lt;br /&gt;Ao evitar o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Evito ao menos sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sim, cada qual sabe de si&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu descobri que não sei nada sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Tentava ao menos aprender&lt;br /&gt;Algo sobre ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, este mundo é complicado&lt;br /&gt;Fica ainda mais sem ti a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentido, sei que sou frágil&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentido, sempre a toda a hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou subir e fazer cócegas ao Cristo-Rei&lt;br /&gt;Sou a rainha do exílio e tu sabe-lo bem&lt;br /&gt;E tu sabe-lo bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a morada escrita no meu braço&lt;br /&gt;A fuga planeada&lt;br /&gt;Sinto pouco o embaraço&lt;br /&gt;Sou a rainha do exílio e tu sabe-lo bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tenho dores bato com força até cairem no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribunal da Relação by Mesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/J6hraJYotF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/J6hraJYotF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-3029516997170875962?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3029516997170875962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-no-sei-nada-sobre-mim-ser-que-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3029516997170875962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3029516997170875962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-no-sei-nada-sobre-mim-ser-que-sei.html' title='Eu não sei nada sobre mim... será que sei algo sobre ti?'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SCh1shExV6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Bhe2VBKAf2M/s72-c/Question%252520Mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6068863387629231175</id><published>2008-05-02T21:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:45:08.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worry Lines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oi Va Voi'/><title type='text'>Worry Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SBtzPlj7ydI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lyMh4SbzhEk/s1600-h/Rainbow_by_gummaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SBtzPlj7ydI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lyMh4SbzhEk/s320/Rainbow_by_gummaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195873306720061906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll make a sign that stirs a million eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hold up my hand to be analysed&lt;br /&gt;Echoes the pound of a crowd for miles around&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the sound and those worry lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear the world in black and white&lt;br /&gt;My instincts fraught with compromise&lt;br /&gt;My words are smeared in others rhymes&lt;br /&gt;I lost my voice but kept my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift up my eyes my head is clear&lt;br /&gt;I turn to the skies my head is clear&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes my head is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry Lines by Oi Va Voi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EBaGuGXOff/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EBaGuGXOff/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-6068863387629231175?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6068863387629231175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/worry-lines_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6068863387629231175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6068863387629231175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/05/worry-lines_02.html' title='Worry Lines'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SBtzPlj7ydI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lyMh4SbzhEk/s72-c/Rainbow_by_gummaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1617768372479806335</id><published>2008-04-02T23:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:32:31.761+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choose Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita Redshoes'/><title type='text'>Choose Love ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R_QL8XMJhQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cjh9qwuAPQM/s1600-h/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R_QL8XMJhQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cjh9qwuAPQM/s320/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184782202655311106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I choose to hide&lt;br /&gt;But I look for you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I choose to run&lt;br /&gt;But I'm begging for you to come&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you can take&lt;br /&gt;I stay a while&lt;br /&gt;To be sure that you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me, just look inside&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can go through&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you goin' tired&lt;br /&gt;Of what I don't do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see, I wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't feel scared&lt;br /&gt;Honey, if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to find&lt;br /&gt;Things that you left behind&lt;br /&gt;I choose to stare&lt;br /&gt;But I can take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;But my soul leaves you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Can close the door&lt;br /&gt;And love, could you give me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me, just look inside&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can go through&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you goin' tired&lt;br /&gt;Of what I don't do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see, I wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't feel scared&lt;br /&gt;Honey, if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear, I wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this time I won't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I can waste this precious time&lt;br /&gt;Asking where do I belong&lt;br /&gt;So let me know your love is real&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this time you won't control&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please, what do you feel&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to save your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose Love by Rita Redshoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DBbml0y3T3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DBbml0y3T3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-1617768372479806335?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1617768372479806335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/choose-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1617768372479806335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1617768372479806335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/04/choose-love.html' title='Choose Love ...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R_QL8XMJhQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cjh9qwuAPQM/s72-c/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-177329715792099512</id><published>2008-03-25T23:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:48:11.526+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Bareilles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morningside'/><title type='text'>Morningside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R-mSJHMJhPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dqg_p8lU6Cs/s1600-h/good_morning_by_Inc0LOr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R-mSJHMJhPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dqg_p8lU6Cs/s200/good_morning_by_Inc0LOr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181833531512947954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not scared of you now&lt;br /&gt;Or so i say&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to run&lt;br /&gt;Although i may&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as sure as i seem&lt;br /&gt;This much i know&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean you leave and i follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could try to forget what you do when i let you get&lt;br /&gt;Through to me but then you do it over again&lt;br /&gt;I could rage like a fire and you'd bring rain i desire&lt;br /&gt;Til you get to me on my morningside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep my distance i tried&lt;br /&gt;No use&lt;br /&gt;But no matter the miles&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could try to forget what you do when i let you get&lt;br /&gt;Through to me but then you do it over again&lt;br /&gt;I could rage like a fire and you'd bring rain i desire&lt;br /&gt;Til you get to me on my morningside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me down you say never baby blues don't you ever&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to being one with the misfortune to find&lt;br /&gt;Afternoons run for cover and full moons just wonder&lt;br /&gt;What it looks like here on my morningside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back don't you dare let me start to do that&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if the things that i have&lt;br /&gt;Only make me afraid to lose i&lt;br /&gt;Need to let go&lt;br /&gt;Need to want to keep letting you know&lt;br /&gt;That we both have a reason to follow&lt;br /&gt;Long as we let this lead i'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget what you do to me but then you do it over again&lt;br /&gt;I could rage like a fire and you'd bring rain&lt;br /&gt;Til you get to me on my morningside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me down you say never baby blues don't you ever&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to being one with the misfortune to find&lt;br /&gt;Afternoons run for cover and full moons just wonder&lt;br /&gt;What it looks like here on my morningside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morningside by Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pQAKSobj8H/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pQAKSobj8H/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-177329715792099512?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/177329715792099512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/morningside_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/177329715792099512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/177329715792099512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/morningside_25.html' title='Morningside'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R-mSJHMJhPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dqg_p8lU6Cs/s72-c/good_morning_by_Inc0LOr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-3014067567211534169</id><published>2008-03-18T15:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:49:00.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glen Hansard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling Slowly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Once'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Markéta Irglová'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><title type='text'>Once... In a lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R9_jaS1-UeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1LkP3Y28Ac/s1600-h/once.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R9_jaS1-UeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1LkP3Y28Ac/s320/once.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179108137373684194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová (Once Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/l8U8R0oRl8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/l8U8R0oRl8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta é uma música que faz parte da banda sonora do filme "Once",  o &lt;em&gt;low budget&lt;/em&gt; rodado em Dublin, que comoveu o público e a crítica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ganhou os prémios de Academy Award para Best Original Song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Broadcast Film Critics Awards para Best Original Song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sundance Film Festival para Audience Award for Best Film (World Cinema, Dramatic). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Levou para casa ainda o Grammy para Best Original Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e a nomeação na categoria de Best Compilation Soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sem dúvida um filme maravihoso e uma banda sonora muito bem escolhida...&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não viu o filme, fica aqui o trailer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mIpwx5lA5I&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mIpwx5lA5I&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-3014067567211534169?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3014067567211534169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-in-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3014067567211534169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/3014067567211534169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once... In a lifetime'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R9_jaS1-UeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1LkP3Y28Ac/s72-c/once.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6160638832982654677</id><published>2008-03-14T22:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:37:02.318Z</updated><title type='text'>Some things simply speak for themselves....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R9r9ti1-UdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d7qRDNetVXc/s1600-h/desire_me_by_cassiejeansonne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R9r9ti1-UdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d7qRDNetVXc/s320/desire_me_by_cassiejeansonne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177729680504934866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Some things you say cause there's no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;Some things you keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3455684648704338256-6160638832982654677?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6160638832982654677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-things-simply-speak-for-themselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6160638832982654677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6160638832982654677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-things-simply-speak-for-themselves.html' title='Some things simply speak for themselves....'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R9r9ti1-UdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d7qRDNetVXc/s72-c/desire_me_by_cassiejeansonne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7534024888019235667</id><published>2008-03-13T23:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:28:41.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Time To Run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita Redshoes'/><title type='text'>It's Time To Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZIhITI00IM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZIhITI00IM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;" Once I found a man who told me not to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You can't hurry what It's meant to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Days passed, last day looking for what I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah baby It's time to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah baby It's time to run ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levamos a vida a correr...&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes por se achar que a correr vivemos mais, outras porque pensar que se o fizermos a vida e as situações passam mais depressa por nós...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não isso não acontece... Não podemos nem apressar, nem adiar o tempo..&lt;br /&gt;Porém uma coisa é certa, por mais voltas que se dê o que está para acontecer, acontecerá de qualquer modo... e o contrário também se aplica...&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém disse uma vez: "What goes around comes around..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso hoje esta é para quem como eu leva a vida a correr... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-7534024888019235667?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7534024888019235667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time-to-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7534024888019235667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7534024888019235667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time-to-run.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Run'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4068895671398691783</id><published>2008-02-24T18:58:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:16:31.133Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seventh Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goldfrapp'/><title type='text'>Goldfrapp - A&amp;E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R8G_d9AXJRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LQwOwxJrB8U/s1600-h/Piano_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R8G_d9AXJRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LQwOwxJrB8U/s320/Piano_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170624368511231250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;And the pain is starting to slip away, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining&lt;br /&gt;Think I wan't you still&lt;br /&gt;But there may be pills at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna know how I was dancing on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to phone you when I'm crawling out the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at you, the things you say that you don't do&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you wreck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling lonely, feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I needed you&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm walking up surrounded by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;And the pain is starting to slip away, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining&lt;br /&gt;Think I wan't you still&lt;br /&gt;But there may be pills at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get to accident - emergency?&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you to take me out high&lt;br /&gt;And I was feeling lonely, feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I needed you&lt;br /&gt;Like I hope'd you'd call and hope'd you'd see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4068895671398691783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/02/goldfrapp.html' title='Goldfrapp - A&amp;E'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R8G_d9AXJRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LQwOwxJrB8U/s72-c/Piano_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7016566497449338091</id><published>2008-02-07T17:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:43:31.597Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna Maria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sombras do Desejo'/><title type='text'>Sombras do Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R6tKE4ho0cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X-IrFnhJTa8/s1600-h/Pele_by_acacn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R6tKE4ho0cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X-IrFnhJTa8/s200/Pele_by_acacn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164302845463810498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu acordei&lt;br /&gt;E nem pensei no fim da linha&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu levantei&lt;br /&gt;E segurei a flor da vida&lt;br /&gt;Em vida...&lt;br /&gt;Ergui os meus pés do chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse fácil p´ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse fácil p´ra ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas tentei&lt;br /&gt;Não ser sombra de ti&lt;br /&gt;E ter desejos p´ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Não ser apenas a luz do jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu duvidei&lt;br /&gt;Que te abracei só por um dia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu convidei e até beijei&lt;br /&gt;Quem não conhecia&lt;br /&gt;Vazia...&lt;br /&gt;Voar num furacão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse fácil p´ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse fácil p´ra ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas tentei&lt;br /&gt;Não ser sombra de ti&lt;br /&gt;E ter desejos p´ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Não ser apenas a luz do jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi por ti&lt;br /&gt;Que eu roubei&lt;br /&gt;Dei-me a ti&lt;br /&gt;Só por ti pequei&lt;br /&gt;Mas por mim partirei&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não voltarei p´ra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse fácil p´ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse fácil p´ra ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas tentei&lt;br /&gt;Não ser sombra de ti&lt;br /&gt;E ter desejos p´ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Não ser apenas a luz do jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombras do Desejo By Donna Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QwWizrdjC0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QwWizrdjC0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-7016566497449338091?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7016566497449338091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/02/sombras-do-desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7016566497449338091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/7016566497449338091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/02/sombras-do-desejo.html' title='Sombras do Desejo'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R6tKE4ho0cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X-IrFnhJTa8/s72-c/Pele_by_acacn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-3394849523707775773</id><published>2008-02-03T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:17:56.631Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under the gun'/><title type='text'>Under The Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R6YE7oho0bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x-l7QV-H6WA/s1600-h/msndollzu_1192184157.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R6YE7oho0bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x-l7QV-H6WA/s320/msndollzu_1192184157.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162819445364150706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got her halo and wings&lt;br /&gt;Hidden under his eyes&lt;br /&gt;But she's an angel for sure&lt;br /&gt;She just can't stop telling lies&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late for his love&lt;br /&gt;Already caught in a trap&lt;br /&gt;His angel's kiss was a joke&lt;br /&gt;And she is not coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because heaven sends and heaven takes&lt;br /&gt;Crashing cars in his brain&lt;br /&gt;Keep him tied up to a dream&lt;br /&gt;And only she can set him free&lt;br /&gt;And then he says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's got a criminal mind&lt;br /&gt;He's got a reason to pray&lt;br /&gt;His life is under the gun&lt;br /&gt;He's got to hold every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he just wants to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just to prove it's a dream&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's an angel for sure&lt;br /&gt;But that remains to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because heaven sends and heaven takes&lt;br /&gt;Crashing cars in his brain&lt;br /&gt;Keep him tied up to a dream&lt;br /&gt;And only she can set him free&lt;br /&gt;And then he says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid on the streets of London&lt;br /&gt;James Dean in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Without her it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;The same, the same, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because heaven sends and heaven takes&lt;br /&gt;Crashing cars in his brain&lt;br /&gt;Keep him tied up to a dream&lt;br /&gt;And only she can set him free&lt;br /&gt;And then he says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under The Gun by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/H57TdITpio/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/H57TdITpio/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-3394849523707775773?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.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/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R6YE7oho0bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x-l7QV-H6WA/s72-c/msndollzu_1192184157.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-1600977221689470894</id><published>2008-01-25T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:21:38.761Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rádio Macau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cantiga de Amor'/><title type='text'>Uma ou duas coisas...</title><content type='html'>Preferias que cantasse noutro tom&lt;br /&gt;Que te pintasse o mundo de outra cor&lt;br /&gt;Que te pusesse aos pés um mundo bom&lt;br /&gt;Que te jurasse amor, o eterno amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querias que roubasse ao sete-estrelo&lt;br /&gt;A luz que te iluminasse o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Embalar-te nas ondas com desvelo&lt;br /&gt;Levar-te até à lua para dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a lua está longe e mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Dançar podemos sempre, se quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Ou então, se preferires, fica aí&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém há-de saber o que disseres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez até pudesse dar-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que tu possas desejar&lt;br /&gt;Não te debruces tanto que ainda cais&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me estás a acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a lua está longe e mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Dançar podemos sempre, se quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Ou então, se preferires, fica aí&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém há-de saber o que disseres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia, se quisesses, explicar-te&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa, tranquila, devagar&lt;br /&gt;E pondo, claro está, modéstia à parte&lt;br /&gt;Uma ou duas coisas, se calhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a lua está longe e mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Dançar podemos sempre, se quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Ou então, se preferires, fica aí&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém há-de saber o que disseres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZOzHzf1Dmk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZOzHzf1Dmk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rádio Macau...já têm uns aninhos, mas pelos vistos estão de volta... e esta é sem dúvida uma música que me ficou no ouvido desde a primeira vez que a ouvi na rádio... Não sei se pela melodia ou mesmo pela letra.. ficou a ser uma música que me diz muito neste momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R5o3X4ho0ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/H6xzi1TxeZQ/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R5o3X4ho0ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/H6xzi1TxeZQ/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159497206556316050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-1600977221689470894?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1600977221689470894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-ou-duas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1600977221689470894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/1600977221689470894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-ou-duas-coisas.html' title='Uma ou duas coisas...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R5o3X4ho0ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/H6xzi1TxeZQ/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-8004887133263738984</id><published>2008-01-17T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:52:58.191Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponto Zero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clã'/><title type='text'>Ponto Zero</title><content type='html'>Eu tento ler-te&lt;br /&gt;Em cada frase, tens um mistério&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não desvendo&lt;br /&gt;Embora ás vezes esteja quase&lt;br /&gt;O teu silêncio mais parece&lt;br /&gt;Um ponto final&lt;br /&gt;Volto atrás, tento entender-te&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, entrar no teu enredo&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;De não conseguir passar&lt;br /&gt;Do prefácio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me possas, dar uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu peço é um sinal&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero acesso&lt;br /&gt;A todos os teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Mas só alguns, só alguns&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um indício&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo contrário, contraditário&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a palavra, que eu vou procurá-la&lt;br /&gt;No dicionário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, entrar no teu enredo&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;De não conseguir passar&lt;br /&gt;Do prefácio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me uma chance&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;É muito mau ler um romance&lt;br /&gt;Sem sair do ponto zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me possas,dar uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu peço é um sinal&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero acesso&lt;br /&gt;A todos os teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Mas só alguns&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero entrar no teu enredo&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço o acesso&lt;br /&gt;A todos os teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Mas só alguns&lt;br /&gt;Só alguns…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponto Zero by Clã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/U-uVGEM2fy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/U-uVGEM2fy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156533960585441890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R4-wURDu8mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VXUdg73pp0g/s320/s500x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-8004887133263738984?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8004887133263738984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/ponto-zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8004887133263738984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8004887133263738984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/ponto-zero.html' title='Ponto Zero'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/R4-wURDu8mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VXUdg73pp0g/s72-c/s500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-6138514767190910361</id><published>2008-01-11T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:43:59.724Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tira a Teima. Clã'/><title type='text'>Clã - Tira a Teima</title><content type='html'>Se um dia me aproximar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Não penses que é só um flirt&lt;br /&gt;Não julgues que é um filme&lt;br /&gt;Que já viste em qualquer parte&lt;br /&gt;Pensa bem antes de agires&lt;br /&gt;Evita ser imprudente&lt;br /&gt;Faz a carta do meu signo&lt;br /&gt;E vê à lupa o ascendente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;br /&gt;Vê aquilo que sou&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu não sonhas ao que venho&lt;br /&gt;Não sabes do que sou capaz&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou tudo quanto tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não funciono a meio gás&lt;br /&gt;Vem sentar-te à minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que vês em mim&lt;br /&gt;Não respondas já a quente&lt;br /&gt;Pondera antes de dizer sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;br /&gt;Porque aquilo que sou fere, rasga e queima&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;br /&gt;Porque aquilo que sou fere, rasga e queima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me, diz-me se vês o granito&lt;br /&gt;Onde a cidade, os grandes temas&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me se vês o amor infinito&lt;br /&gt;Ou somente um par de algemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;br /&gt;Porque aquilo que sou fere, rasga e queima&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;br /&gt;Porque aquilo que sou fere, rasga e queima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;br /&gt;Vê aquilo que sou&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado e tira a teima&lt;br /&gt;Vê aquilo que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira a Teima by Clã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_V_IfOdkR1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_V_IfOdkR1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nem sempre o que parece é.. e nem o que é parece...&lt;br /&gt;Antes de te decidires.... Tira a Teima...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-6138514767190910361?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6138514767190910361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/cl-tira-teima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6138514767190910361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/6138514767190910361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/cl-tira-teima.html' title='Clã - Tira a Teima'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-8843000284856775959</id><published>2007-12-27T16:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:44:46.734Z</updated><title type='text'>You know you're better than this...</title><content type='html'>Distant flickering, greener scenery.&lt;br /&gt;This weather's bringing it all back again.&lt;br /&gt;Great adventures, faces and condensation.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going outside to take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe any of it.&lt;br /&gt;You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're a different pair, do something out of step.&lt;br /&gt;Throw a stranger an unexpected smile...with big intention.&lt;br /&gt;Still posted at your station.&lt;br /&gt;Always on about the day it should have flied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe any of it.&lt;br /&gt;You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe any of it.&lt;br /&gt;You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been walking, you've been hiding,&lt;br /&gt;And you look half dead half the time.&lt;br /&gt;Monitoring you, like machines do,&lt;br /&gt;You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking, you've been hiding,&lt;br /&gt;And you look half dead half the time.&lt;br /&gt;Monitoring you, like machines do,&lt;br /&gt;You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye&lt;br /&gt;So what, don't care, will not, the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you start, got your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe any of it.&lt;br /&gt;You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe any of it.&lt;br /&gt;You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headlock by Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cXXxK-bvs-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cXXxK-bvs-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é uma música tipicamente Natalícia, mas já agora Feliz Natal a todos e um 2008 em grande!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-8843000284856775959?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8843000284856775959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-youre-better-than-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8843000284856775959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/8843000284856775959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-youre-better-than-this.html' title='You know you&apos;re better than this...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-4029146685037384290</id><published>2007-12-19T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:43:29.857Z</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Crime Perfeito...</title><content type='html'>Sabe bem ter-te por perto&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem tudo tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem quando te espero&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem beber quem quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não chegava&lt;br /&gt;A tempo de me deliciar&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não chegava&lt;br /&gt;A horas de te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não recebia&lt;br /&gt;A prenda prometida&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não devia&lt;br /&gt;Existir tal companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembras o céu&lt;br /&gt;Nem nada que se pareça&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembras a lua&lt;br /&gt;Nem nada que se escureça&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia me sinto nua&lt;br /&gt;Tomara que a terra estremeça&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca na tua&lt;br /&gt;Eu confesso não sai da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um beijo é quase perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos num rio sem leito&lt;br /&gt;Que dirá se o tempo nos der&lt;br /&gt;O tempo a que temos direito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia um anjo fizer&lt;br /&gt;A seta bater-te no peito&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia o diabo quiser&lt;br /&gt;Faremos o crime perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1u9oabRtx6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1u9oabRtx6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma música que já tem algum tempo, mas que curiosamente nos últimos tempos tenho ouvido bastante...&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós temos o nosso "crime perfeito" ...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso esta é para o "meu crime perfeito".. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-4029146685037384290?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4029146685037384290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-meu-crime-perfeito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4029146685037384290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/4029146685037384290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-meu-crime-perfeito.html' title='O Meu Crime Perfeito...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-7363208533950325844</id><published>2007-12-10T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:40:12.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So, when the fight is over&lt;br /&gt;and the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;Now, will you pick another?&lt;br /&gt;What will you get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stand in the corner&lt;br /&gt;with those boxing gloves on you&lt;br /&gt;you're all scared and lonely&lt;br /&gt;we've all been there too&lt;br /&gt;we've all been there too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me&lt;br /&gt;if that can make it right&lt;br /&gt;try me, defy me&lt;br /&gt;just throw them on me&lt;br /&gt;those failed expectations,&lt;br /&gt;floods and afflictions&lt;br /&gt;you're through&lt;br /&gt;'cus I just might&lt;br /&gt;take them home with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cracks in the pavement&lt;br /&gt;we've all fell there before&lt;br /&gt;and bones built into skeletons&lt;br /&gt;we've all been through that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me&lt;br /&gt;if that can make it right&lt;br /&gt;try me, defy me&lt;br /&gt;just throw them on me&lt;br /&gt;those failed expectations,&lt;br /&gt;floods and afflictions&lt;br /&gt;you're through&lt;br /&gt;'cus I just might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me&lt;br /&gt;well, that make things right&lt;br /&gt;try me, defy me&lt;br /&gt;just throw them on me&lt;br /&gt;those failed expectations,&lt;br /&gt;floods and afflictions&lt;br /&gt;you're through&lt;br /&gt;'cus I just might&lt;br /&gt;I just might&lt;br /&gt;take you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me&lt;br /&gt;we've all been there too&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me&lt;br /&gt;we have all been there too&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me&lt;br /&gt;we've all been there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kiss me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/7piIif9KEL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/7piIif9KEL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque às vezes palavras como estas eram o bastante para que tudo fosse diferente... e exactamente aquelas que queriamos ouvir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-7363208533950325844?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455684648704338256.post-5340327914116263642</id><published>2007-12-02T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:38:07.205Z</updated><title type='text'>Primeira Vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem.. costuma-se dizer que existe uma primeira vez para tudo não é verdade? Pois bem, parece que, apesar de dizer sempre que não sou nada destas coisas, também aderi à "blogosfera"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu não tenho, nem nunca tive, jeito para grandes morais, textos complexos, afirmações profundas, portanto esse não vai ser o meu objectivo aqui.. mas se há uma coisa que faz parte da minha vida (sim eu sei que não estou cá há muito tempo!) e desde que me lembro de ser gente é a música... Desde o momento em que acordo, até ao que adormeço e mesmo em sonhos, ela está sempre presente... daí o nome do blog. Este vai ser o meu pequeno espaço, onde irei partilhar com todos aqueles que tiverem o prazer de por cá passar, as músicas da minha vida... Porque para mim uma música não é apenas mais um conjunto de acordes que alguém um dia achou que soavam bem... mas sim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Music is what feelings sound like"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assim sendo, para primeiro post, deveria ser a minha música favorita... Mas visto que não tenho uma... mas várias, pois para mim é extremamente díficil escolher apenas uma, porque gosto de várias mas de diferentes maneiras... Achei justo que fosse então a primeira música que marcou a minha vida... Acho que todos, ou quase todos conhecem, até porque já foram feitas algumas versões desta música... mas o original é sempre melhor.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LxmROAZJvZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LxmROAZJvZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455684648704338256-5340327914116263642?l=bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5340327914116263642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/primeira-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5340327914116263642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455684648704338256/posts/default/5340327914116263642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bandasonoradaminhavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/primeira-vez.html' title='Primeira Vez...'/><author><name>Susana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08194247991757330530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj9EJTjB1LY/SrE6cqVlIvI/AAAAAAAAARw/sQmJbPfBXAQ/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1020127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
