<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:07:49.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Inquietação.</title><subtitle type='html'>Cá dentro inqueitação, inquietação, é só inquietação, inquietação. Porquê, não sei, mas sei, é que não sei ainda. Há sempre qualquer coisa que eu tenho que fazer. 
Qualquer coisa que eu devia resolver. Porquê, não sei.
Mas sei que essa coisa é que é linda. - José Mário branco</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>541</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-9036974943697849889</id><published>2009-07-05T12:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:08:14.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança  (uma de muitas!)</title><content type='html'>Novo estaminé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://reflectionsofamirror.blogs.sapo.pt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-9036974943697849889?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/9036974943697849889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=9036974943697849889' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/9036974943697849889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/9036974943697849889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/07/mudanca-uma-de-muitas.html' title='Mudança  (uma de muitas!)'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5998636013863883139</id><published>2009-07-05T11:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:22:25.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E.U.L. - Em Viagem ao vivo no V Terras de Cante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OU55E8qnz98' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OU55E8qnz98'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ai Adeus, marinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Tão triste é o teu fado&lt;br /&gt;Ai Adeus, companheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Em viagem, estarei a teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Tejo, pla madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Saem naus de Lusitanos&lt;br /&gt;E longa será a jornada&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os oceanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caravelas já partiram&lt;br /&gt;De Belem para além-mar&lt;br /&gt;E nas velas, a Cruz de Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Novas gentes irão salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Adeus, marinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Tão triste é o teu fado&lt;br /&gt;Ai Adeus, companheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Em viagem, estarei a teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E levam no peito a coragem&lt;br /&gt;Unidos nesse mistério&lt;br /&gt;Portugueses vão em viagem&lt;br /&gt;Pela Fé e pelo Império&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Povo e terra, feito ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Nessa voz que ainda soa&lt;br /&gt;E, um dia, poder cantar&lt;br /&gt;Um Camões e um Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5998636013863883139?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5998636013863883139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5998636013863883139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5998636013863883139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5998636013863883139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/07/eul-em-viagem-ao-vivo-no-v-terras-de.html' title='E.U.L. - Em Viagem ao vivo no V Terras de Cante'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7718349491207759793</id><published>2009-07-04T11:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:52:53.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sérgio Godinho e D.Kikas - Namoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RJDFa1t28to' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RJDFa1t28to'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mandei-lhe uma carta&lt;br /&gt;em papel perfumado&lt;br /&gt;e com letra bonita&lt;br /&gt;dizia ela tinha&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso luminoso&lt;br /&gt;tão triste e gaiato&lt;br /&gt;como o sol de Novembro&lt;br /&gt;brincando de artista&lt;br /&gt;nas acácias floridas&lt;br /&gt;na fímbria do mar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele macia&lt;br /&gt;era suma-uma&lt;br /&gt;sua pele macias&lt;br /&gt;cheirando a rosas&lt;br /&gt;seus seios laranja&lt;br /&gt;laranja do Loge&lt;br /&gt;eu mandei-lhe essa carta&lt;br /&gt;e ela disse que não &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandei-lhe um cartão&lt;br /&gt;que o amigo maninho tipografou&lt;br /&gt;'por ti sofre o meu coração'&lt;br /&gt;num canto 'sim'&lt;br /&gt;noutro canto 'não'&lt;br /&gt;e ela o canto do 'não'&lt;br /&gt;dobrou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandei-lhe um recado&lt;br /&gt;pela Zefa do sete&lt;br /&gt;pedindo e rogando&lt;br /&gt;de joelhos no chão&lt;br /&gt;pela Sra do Cabo,&lt;br /&gt;pela Sta Efigénia&lt;br /&gt;me desse a ventura&lt;br /&gt;do seu namoro&lt;br /&gt;e ela disse que não &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandei à Vó Xica,&lt;br /&gt;quimbanda de fama&lt;br /&gt;a areia da marca&lt;br /&gt;que o seu pé deixou&lt;br /&gt;para que fizesse um feitiço&lt;br /&gt;bem forte e seguro&lt;br /&gt;e dele nascesse&lt;br /&gt;um amor como o meu&lt;br /&gt;e o feitiço falhou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei barbado,&lt;br /&gt;sujo e descalço&lt;br /&gt;como um monangamba&lt;br /&gt;procuraram por mim&lt;br /&gt;não viu ai não viu ai&lt;br /&gt;não viu Benjamim&lt;br /&gt;e perdido me deram&lt;br /&gt;no morro da Samba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para me distrair&lt;br /&gt;levaram-me ao baile&lt;br /&gt;do Sr. Januário,&lt;br /&gt;mas ela lá estava&lt;br /&gt;num canto a rir,&lt;br /&gt;contando o meu caso&lt;br /&gt;às moças mais lindas&lt;br /&gt;do bairro operário &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocaram a rumba&lt;br /&gt;e dancei com ela&lt;br /&gt;e num passo maluco&lt;br /&gt;voamos na sala&lt;br /&gt;qual uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;riscando o céu&lt;br /&gt;e a malta gritou&lt;br /&gt;'Aí Benjamim' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-a nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;sorriu para mim&lt;br /&gt;pedi-lhe um beijo&lt;br /&gt;lá lá lá lá lá&lt;br /&gt;lá lá lá lá lá&lt;br /&gt;E ela disse que sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicada por Fausto&lt;br /&gt;Letra de Viriato Cruz&lt;br /&gt;In Pequenino se torce o destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantástica, não é?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7718349491207759793?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7718349491207759793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7718349491207759793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7718349491207759793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7718349491207759793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/07/sergio-godinho-e-dkikas-namoro.html' title='Sérgio Godinho e D.Kikas - Namoro'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7151411522154742400</id><published>2009-07-03T21:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:26:25.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozzy Osbourne - Mama I'm Coming Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5GZlJr1c48k' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5GZlJr1c48k'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Times have changed and times are strange&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, but I aint the same&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Im coming home&lt;br /&gt;Times gone by seem to be&lt;br /&gt;You could have been a better friend to me&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Im coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me in and you drove me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you had me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found and turned aroound&lt;br /&gt;By the fire in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me cry, you told me lies&lt;br /&gt;But I cant stand to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Im coming home&lt;br /&gt;I could be right, I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hurts so bad, its been so long&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Im coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish love yeah were both alone&lt;br /&gt;The ride before the fall&lt;br /&gt;But Im gonna take this heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;I just got to have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen your face a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;Everyday weve been apart&lt;br /&gt;I dont care about the sunshine, yeah&lt;br /&gt;cause mama, mama, Im coming home&lt;br /&gt;Im coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me in and you drove me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you had me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found and turned around&lt;br /&gt;By the fire in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7151411522154742400?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7151411522154742400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7151411522154742400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7151411522154742400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7151411522154742400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/07/ozzy-osbourne-mama-i-coming-home.html' title='Ozzy Osbourne - Mama I&amp;#39;m Coming Home'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4891350291599533997</id><published>2009-06-26T09:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:54:23.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>George Michael - Elton John - Dont Let The Sun go Down on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nehe_B5PLhU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nehe_B5PLhU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O mundo da música ficou mais pobre. Morreu o icone máximo da pop mundial. Michael Jackson, aos 50 anos, deixa um legado musical indelével.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton John dedicou esta música a Jackson e em jeito de homenagem, também deixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't light no more of your darkness&lt;br /&gt;All my pictures seem to fade to black and white&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing tired and time stands still before me&lt;br /&gt;Frozen here on the ladder of my lifeToo late to save myself from falling&lt;br /&gt;I took a chance and changed your way of life&lt;br /&gt;But you misread my meaning when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Closed the door and left me blinded by the lightDon't let the sun go down on me&lt;br /&gt;Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see&lt;br /&gt;I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free&lt;br /&gt;But losing everything is like the sun going down on meI can't find, oh the right romantic line&lt;br /&gt;But see me once and see the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Don't discard me just because you think I mean you harm&lt;br /&gt;But these cuts I have they need love to help them heal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4891350291599533997?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4891350291599533997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4891350291599533997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4891350291599533997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4891350291599533997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/george-michael-elton-john-dont-let-sun.html' title='George Michael - Elton John - Dont Let The Sun go Down on me'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7705608920504863734</id><published>2009-06-25T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:31:20.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ala dos Namorados - Fim Do Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aiqYJK3HxrU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aiqYJK3HxrU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vou alimentar a tua sede de querer&lt;br /&gt;Vou acicatar a tua fome de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vou tocar lá no teu fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou fechar o punho e pôr o sangue a ferver&lt;br /&gt;Vou cerrar os dentes e morder o teu saber&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vou gritar lá no teu fundo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu &lt;br /&gt;Sou assim só para quem dá&lt;br /&gt;E só assim faz com que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim e ao cabo do teu ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou e só apenas uma gota de suor&lt;br /&gt;Sou um claro aceno quando rufa o tambor&lt;br /&gt;Sou o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;A contagem ao segundo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És todo o tempo que me resta à liberdade&lt;br /&gt;És a minha luta que só fala com verdade&lt;br /&gt;És o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;À entrada da cidade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu &lt;br /&gt;Sou assim só para quem dá&lt;br /&gt;E só assim faz com que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim e ao cabo do teu ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou fechar o punho e pôr o sangue a ferver&lt;br /&gt;Vou cerrar os dentes e morder o teu saber&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vou gritar lá no teu fundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7705608920504863734?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7705608920504863734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7705608920504863734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7705608920504863734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7705608920504863734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/ala-dos-namorados-fim-do-mundo.html' title='Ala dos Namorados - Fim Do Mundo'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-3163954586829930824</id><published>2009-06-24T12:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:07:05.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuna Ciencias Granada - Sabor A Mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9dtdW8QXu_4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9dtdW8QXu_4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanto tiempo disfrutamos de este amor&lt;br /&gt;Nuestras almas se acercaron tanto asi&lt;br /&gt;Que yo guardo tu sabor pero tu llevas tambien&lt;br /&gt;Sabor a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin negaras mi presencia en tu vivir&lt;br /&gt;Bastaria con abrazarte y conversar.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta vida yo te di que por fuerza tienes ya&lt;br /&gt;Sabor a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pretendo ser tu dueno.&lt;br /&gt;No soy nada, yo no tengo vanidad.&lt;br /&gt;En mi vida, por lo bueno&lt;br /&gt;Soy tan pobre que otra cosa puedo dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasaran mas de mil anos, muchos mas.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si tenga amor la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;Pero alla tal como aqui, en la boca llevaras&lt;br /&gt;Sabor a mi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3163954586829930824?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3163954586829930824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3163954586829930824' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3163954586829930824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3163954586829930824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuna-ciencias-granada-sabor-mi.html' title='Tuna Ciencias Granada - Sabor A Mi'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7648116544550707806</id><published>2009-06-23T09:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:58:42.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deolinda - Clandestino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Mf3tRK1e0RM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Mf3tRK1e0RM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7648116544550707806?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7648116544550707806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7648116544550707806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7648116544550707806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7648116544550707806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/deolinda-clandestino.html' title='Deolinda - Clandestino'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8768600391289107275</id><published>2009-06-22T16:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:37:48.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TUNA ACADÉMICA DE LISBOA - MARCHA DO BAIRRO ALTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZdMDT9-4Zig' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZdMDT9-4Zig'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sou o Bairro Alto &lt;br /&gt;E olho sempre de alto &lt;br /&gt;Prás tristezas que Lisboa tem &lt;br /&gt;Sou o Bairro Alto, &lt;br /&gt;Pronto a dar o salto &lt;br /&gt;Para um tempo novo que aí vem &lt;br /&gt;Todo o bom filho sai &lt;br /&gt;Conforme os pais que tem &lt;br /&gt;O Fado é meu pai &lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, minha mãe &lt;br /&gt;E eles cantando &lt;br /&gt;Vão-me preparando &lt;br /&gt;Para um tempo novo que aí vem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quando foi dos terramotos do Marquês &lt;br /&gt;Nem com as maldades que o Fado sempre lhe fez &lt;br /&gt;Do Bairro Alto, cá no alto, eu vi Lisboa a chorar &lt;br /&gt;Deu sempre a volta, pôs-me à solta e ensinou-me a cantar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre, mas a vida continua &lt;br /&gt;Lisboa morre por sair comigo à rua &lt;br /&gt;Fez uma marcha ao meu jeito &lt;br /&gt;Vestiu-me a preceito &lt;br /&gt;E cá vou eu a desfilar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o Bairro Alto &lt;br /&gt;E olho sempre de alto &lt;br /&gt;Prás tristezas que Lisboa tem &lt;br /&gt;Porque ela cantando &lt;br /&gt;Me foi preparando &lt;br /&gt;Para o tempo novo que aí vem &lt;br /&gt;O Fado é meu pai &lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, minha mãe &lt;br /&gt;E um bom filho sai &lt;br /&gt;Conforme os pais que tem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o Bairro Alto &lt;br /&gt;Pronto a dar o salto &lt;br /&gt;Para um tempo novo que aí vem &lt;br /&gt;Ou quando viu o Parque Mayer apagado &lt;br /&gt;Do Bairro Alto, cá no alto, eu vi Lisboa a chorar &lt;br /&gt;Do que era pranto, fez um canto e ensinou-me a cantar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre, é a marcha desta vida &lt;br /&gt;Lisboa morre por ver a sua Avenida &lt;br /&gt;Cheia de gente tão diferente &lt;br /&gt;A ver-me tão contente &lt;br /&gt;Por ela abaixo a desfilar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o Bairro Alto &lt;br /&gt;E olho sempre de alto &lt;br /&gt;Prás tristezas que Lisboa tem &lt;br /&gt;Porque ela cantando &lt;br /&gt;Me foi preparando &lt;br /&gt;Para um tempo novo que aí vem &lt;br /&gt;O Fado é meu pai &lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, minha mãe &lt;br /&gt;E um bom filho sai &lt;br /&gt;Conforme os pais que tem &lt;br /&gt;Sou o Bairro Alto &lt;br /&gt;Pronto a dar o salto &lt;br /&gt;Para um tempo novo que aí vem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8768600391289107275?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8768600391289107275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8768600391289107275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8768600391289107275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8768600391289107275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuna-academica-de-lisboa-marcha-do.html' title='TUNA ACADÉMICA DE LISBOA - MARCHA DO BAIRRO ALTO'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2685704487926194023</id><published>2009-06-12T11:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:44:17.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciganos de ouro - Hasta siempre comandante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5nznOnKOxEk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5nznOnKOxEk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aprendimos a quererte&lt;br /&gt;desde la histórica altura&lt;br /&gt;donde el sol de tu bravura&lt;br /&gt;le puso cerco a la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí se queda la clara,&lt;br /&gt;la entrañable transparencia,&lt;br /&gt;de tu querida presencia&lt;br /&gt;Comandante Che Guevara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mano gloriosa y fuerte&lt;br /&gt;sobre la historia dispara&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo Santa Clara&lt;br /&gt;se despierta para verte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienes quemando la brisa&lt;br /&gt;con soles de primavera&lt;br /&gt;para plantar la bandera&lt;br /&gt;con la luz de tu sonrisa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor revolucionario&lt;br /&gt;te conduce a nueva empresa&lt;br /&gt;donde esperan la firmeza&lt;br /&gt;de tu brazo libertario. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiremos adelante&lt;br /&gt;como junto a ti seguimos&lt;br /&gt;y con Fidel te decimos:&lt;br /&gt;!Hasta siempre, Comandante! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2685704487926194023?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2685704487926194023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2685704487926194023' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2685704487926194023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2685704487926194023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/ciganos-de-ouro-hasta-siempre.html' title='Ciganos de ouro - Hasta siempre comandante'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5545038015582349221</id><published>2009-06-08T10:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:41:23.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TUM e Segreles - Yo sin ti @ XIX FITU BRACARA AVGVSTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OtT5F9HfYxo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OtT5F9HfYxo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já meti esta música cá, mas porra. É Segreles. É a TUM. É o Yo Sin Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que estoy a solas&lt;br /&gt;Triste estoy y me doy cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Qué sin ti, no hay ilusion de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo el mar, de imensas olas&lt;br /&gt;Y un sin fin, lleno de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Qué sin ti, pierden su intensidad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltas tu, a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;En la luz, del sol brillante&lt;br /&gt;Yo sin ti no volveré a sonreir&lt;br /&gt;Como antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor (ven a mi)&lt;br /&gt;Ven que te estraño (ven)&lt;br /&gt;Ven a mi (por favor), toma mis manos&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes no, morir de amor (no , morir de amor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morir de amor, no me dejes no, no, morir de amor&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes morir de amor&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes morir de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes ya no&lt;br /&gt;Morir de amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5545038015582349221?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5545038015582349221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5545038015582349221' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5545038015582349221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5545038015582349221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/tum-e-segreles-yo-sin-ti-xix-fitu.html' title='TUM e Segreles - Yo sin ti @ XIX FITU BRACARA AVGVSTA'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-122234305265843235</id><published>2009-06-07T15:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:40:54.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/j94_UwmG7_w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/j94_UwmG7_w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok! Do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;Ok! Do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;Ok! Do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;Ok! Do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The news, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The look, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The letters, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The jokes, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The games, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The nights, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The boys, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The girls, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The words, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The friends, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The rest, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;And sex, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you understand, how I'm feeling now? &lt;br /&gt;Why don't feel me, why can't you understand? &lt;br /&gt;Please open your hand when you don't know how to do, &lt;br /&gt;You want my life, but you've just said no more, &lt;br /&gt;Everything is just my fault, the life well done, &lt;br /&gt;I can't understand you more yeah, &lt;br /&gt;And I can't understand you more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;Ok! Do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;Ok! Do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;Ok! Do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The films, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The songs, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;And love, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The drinks, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;Art pop, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;TV, do you want something simple? &lt;br /&gt;The silence... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can you decide how I'm feeling now? &lt;br /&gt;Your heart is following mine, &lt;br /&gt;Behind this sacrifice, can't you see the words? &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the things? Well I can go on, &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you find another why? &lt;br /&gt;Everything looks like a crash, &lt;br /&gt;When I used to fall, &lt;br /&gt;I can understand you more yeah, &lt;br /&gt;And I can understand you more, &lt;br /&gt;And you cry? &lt;br /&gt;And your heart goes, cry? &lt;br /&gt;And your city, why? &lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel? Can't you see? &lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me? &lt;br /&gt;All the thinking time, &lt;br /&gt;All the love you gave it to me, &lt;br /&gt;Gave it to me, I can understand you, &lt;br /&gt;Why? Why this happen? Why? &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm selling lies? &lt;br /&gt;Sitting at a table, why? &lt;br /&gt;Why you want my life? &lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me yeah? &lt;br /&gt;And I can understand you, &lt;br /&gt;And I can understand you, I can, &lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me? &lt;br /&gt;What is happening? &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see now? &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see now? &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand you, why? &lt;br /&gt;What is happening to us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is too simple, &lt;br /&gt;This song is too simple, &lt;br /&gt;This song... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-122234305265843235?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/122234305265843235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=122234305265843235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/122234305265843235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/122234305265843235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-3850157701029504689</id><published>2009-06-06T09:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:35:25.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AC/DC - TNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yex1yyySpyM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yex1yyySpyM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me ride out of the sunset&lt;br /&gt;On your colour TV screen&lt;br /&gt;Out for all that I can get&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Women to the left of me&lt;br /&gt;And women to the right&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no gun&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no knife&lt;br /&gt;Don't you start no fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T.) I'm a power load&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T.) watch me explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wanted man&lt;br /&gt;Public enemy number one&lt;br /&gt;Understand&lt;br /&gt;So lock up your daughter&lt;br /&gt;Lock up your wife&lt;br /&gt;Lock up your back door&lt;br /&gt;And run for your life&lt;br /&gt;The man is back in town&lt;br /&gt;So don't you mess me 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T.) I'm a power load&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T.) watch me explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi)&lt;br /&gt;T.N.T., (oi, oi, oi) , I'm dynamite&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T., oi, oi, oi), and I'll win the fight,&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T., oi, oi, oi), I'm a power load&lt;br /&gt;(T.N.T.), watch me explode! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3850157701029504689?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3850157701029504689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3850157701029504689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3850157701029504689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3850157701029504689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/acdc-tnt.html' title='AC/DC - TNT'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2381368738334938170</id><published>2009-06-05T22:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:19:17.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elis Regina e Tom Jobim - Águas de Março</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jNpi0RQtmSk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jNpi0RQtmSk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho&lt;br /&gt;É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho&lt;br /&gt;É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol&lt;br /&gt;É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol&lt;br /&gt;É peroba do campo, é o nó da madeira&lt;br /&gt;Caingá, candeia, é o Matita Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira&lt;br /&gt;É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira&lt;br /&gt;É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira&lt;br /&gt;É a viga, é o vão, festa da cumeeira&lt;br /&gt;É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira&lt;br /&gt;Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira&lt;br /&gt;É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira&lt;br /&gt;Passarinho na mão, pedra de atiradeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão&lt;br /&gt;É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão&lt;br /&gt;É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho&lt;br /&gt;No rosto o desgosto, é um pouco sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um estrepe, é um prego, é uma conta, é um conto&lt;br /&gt;É uma ponta, é um ponto, é um pingo pingando&lt;br /&gt;É um peixe, é um gesto, é uma prata brilhando&lt;br /&gt;É a luz da manhã, é o tijolo chegando&lt;br /&gt;É a lenha, é o dia, é o fim da picada&lt;br /&gt;É a garrafa de cana, o estilhaço na estrada&lt;br /&gt;É o projeto da casa, é o corpo na cama&lt;br /&gt;É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã&lt;br /&gt;É um resto de mato, na luz da manhã&lt;br /&gt;São as águas de março fechando o verão&lt;br /&gt;É a promessa de vida no teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma cobra, é um pau, é João, é José&lt;br /&gt;É um espinho na mão, é um corte no pé&lt;br /&gt;É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã&lt;br /&gt;É um belo horizonte, é uma febre terçã&lt;br /&gt;São as águas de março fechando o verão&lt;br /&gt;É a promessa de vida no teu coração &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2381368738334938170?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2381368738334938170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2381368738334938170' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2381368738334938170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2381368738334938170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/elis-regina-e-tom-jobim-aguas-de-marco.html' title='Elis Regina e Tom Jobim - Águas de Março'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8643490873341327172</id><published>2009-06-05T22:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:14:43.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AC/DC For Those About to Rock Live At Donnington</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/bfhu6PqEkl8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bfhu6PqEkl8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We roll tonight [We're on tonight]&lt;br /&gt;To the guitar bite&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and be counted&lt;br /&gt;For what you are about to receive&lt;br /&gt;We are the dealers&lt;br /&gt;We'll give you everything you need&lt;br /&gt;Hail hail to the good times&lt;br /&gt;'Cause rock has got the right of way&lt;br /&gt;We ain't no legend, ain't no cause&lt;br /&gt;We're just livin' for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rock at dawn on the front line&lt;br /&gt;Like a bolt right out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;The sky's alight with the guitar bite&lt;br /&gt;Heads will roll and rock tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;Yes we do&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, we salute!&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, ooooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire&lt;br /&gt;Ready and aimed at you&lt;br /&gt;Pick up your balls and load up your cannon&lt;br /&gt;For a twenty-one gun salute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock - fire&lt;br /&gt;We salute you&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;Those about to rock - fire&lt;br /&gt;We salute you&lt;br /&gt;Fire&lt;br /&gt;We salute you&lt;br /&gt;We salute you&lt;br /&gt;Come on, whooa&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;For those about to rock, we salute you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, shoot&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you, for those who rock&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We salute you&lt;br /&gt;We salute you&lt;br /&gt;We salute you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8643490873341327172?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8643490873341327172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8643490873341327172' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8643490873341327172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8643490873341327172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/acdc-for-those-about-to-rock-live-at.html' title='AC/DC For Those About to Rock Live At Donnington'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6020002552175502951</id><published>2009-06-03T10:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:09:06.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>F.C. Porto Tetracampeão Invasão Jogadores HD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/guQddvwUkpc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/guQddvwUkpc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todos perguntam o porque de tantas vitórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está.União, companheirismo, solidariedade. O meu clube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6020002552175502951?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6020002552175502951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6020002552175502951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6020002552175502951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6020002552175502951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/fc-porto-tetracampeao-invasao-jogadores.html' title='F.C. Porto Tetracampeão Invasão Jogadores HD'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2316041932966864151</id><published>2009-06-03T04:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:52:52.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulo Gonzo e Lucia Moniz - Deixa que te leve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZlupzfT70cg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZlupzfT70cg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teimoso subi&lt;br /&gt;Ao cimo de mim&lt;br /&gt;E no alto rasgei&lt;br /&gt;As voltas que dei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra de mil sóis em glória&lt;br /&gt;Cobrem todo o vale ao fundo&lt;br /&gt;Dorme meu pequeno mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um barco vazio&lt;br /&gt;P'las margens do rio&lt;br /&gt;Desce o denso véu lilas&lt;br /&gt;Desce em silencio e paz&lt;br /&gt;Manso e macio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que te leve&lt;br /&gt;assim tao leve&lt;br /&gt;Leve e que te beije meu anjo triste&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te o meu canto cancao tao breve&lt;br /&gt;Brando como tu amor pediste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao fales calei&lt;br /&gt;Assim fiquei&lt;br /&gt;Sombra de mil sóis cansados&lt;br /&gt;Crescendo como dedos finos&lt;br /&gt;A embalar nossos destinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que te leve&lt;br /&gt;assim tao leve&lt;br /&gt;Leve e que te beije meu anjo triste&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te o meu canto cancao tao breve&lt;br /&gt;Brando como tu amor pediste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que te leve&lt;br /&gt;assim tao leve&lt;br /&gt;Leve e que te beije meu anjo triste&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te o meu canto cancao tao breve&lt;br /&gt;Brando como tu amor pediste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2316041932966864151?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2316041932966864151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2316041932966864151' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2316041932966864151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2316041932966864151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/paulo-gonzo-e-lucia-moniz-deixa-que-te.html' title='Paulo Gonzo e Lucia Moniz - Deixa que te leve'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7299612288129052263</id><published>2009-06-03T04:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:47:29.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Caro Amigo - Chico Buarque / Francis Hime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EbVm1EXbAuA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EbVm1EXbAuA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meu caro amigo me perdoe, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não lhe faço uma visita&lt;br /&gt;Mas como agora apareceu um portador&lt;br /&gt;Mando notícias nessa fita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na terra 'tão jogando futebol&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito samba, muito choro e rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias chove, noutros dias bate sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu quero é lhe dizer que a coisa aqui tá preta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita mutreta pra levar a situação&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente vai levando de teimoso e de pirraça&lt;br /&gt;E a gente vai tomando que, também, sem a cachaça&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém segura esse rojão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caro amigo eu não pretendo provocar&lt;br /&gt;Nem atiçar suas saudades&lt;br /&gt;Mas acontece que não posso me furtar&lt;br /&gt;A lhe contar as novidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na terra 'tão jogando futebol&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito samba, muito choro e rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias chove, noutros dias bate sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu quero é lhe dizer que a coisa aqui tá preta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pirueta pra cavar o ganha-pão&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente vai cavando só de birra, só de sarro&lt;br /&gt;E a gente vai fumando que, também, sem um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém segura esse rojão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caro amigo eu quis até telefonar&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tarifa não tem graça&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando aflito pra fazer você ficar&lt;br /&gt;A par de tudo que se passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na terra 'tão jogando futebol&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito samba, muito choro e rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias chove, noutros dias bate sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu quero é lhe dizer que a coisa aqui tá preta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita careta pra engolir a transação&lt;br /&gt;E a gente tá engolindo cada sapo no caminho&lt;br /&gt;E a gente vai se amando que, também, sem um carinho&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém segura esse rojão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caro amigo eu bem queria lhe escrever&lt;br /&gt;Mas o correio andou arisco&lt;br /&gt;Se permitem, vou tentar lhe remeter&lt;br /&gt;Notícias frescas nesse disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na terra 'tão jogando futebol&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito samba, muito choro e rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias chove, noutros dias bate sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu quero é lhe dizer que a coisa aqui tá preta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Marieta manda um beijo para os seus&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo na família, na Cecília e nas crianças&lt;br /&gt;O Francis aproveita pra também mandar lembranças&lt;br /&gt;A todo o pessoal&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7299612288129052263?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7299612288129052263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7299612288129052263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7299612288129052263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7299612288129052263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/meu-caro-amigo-chico-buarque-francis.html' title='Meu Caro Amigo - Chico Buarque / Francis Hime'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4024496838760962173</id><published>2009-06-01T10:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:19:47.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doors - Roadhouse Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lFS6yReddHg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lFS6yReddHg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah Keep your eyes on the road, &lt;br /&gt;Your hands upon the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on the road&lt;br /&gt;Your hands upon the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have a real good-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,&lt;br /&gt;They've got some bungalows.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,&lt;br /&gt;They've got some bungalows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dance for the people&lt;br /&gt;Who like to go down slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll, all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it, Robby, Do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta roll, roll, roll,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta thrill my soul, alright.&lt;br /&gt;Roll, roll, roll, roll-a &lt;br /&gt;Thrill my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*improv*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashen-Lady.&lt;br /&gt;Ashen-Lady.&lt;br /&gt;Give up your vows.&lt;br /&gt;Give up your vows.&lt;br /&gt;Save our city.&lt;br /&gt;Save our city.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;And I got myself a beer.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;And I got myself a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future's uncertain&lt;br /&gt;And the end is always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll, all night long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4024496838760962173?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4024496838760962173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4024496838760962173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4024496838760962173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4024496838760962173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/06/doors-roadhouse-blues.html' title='The Doors - Roadhouse Blues'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2177834375076719498</id><published>2009-05-31T22:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:26:36.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gal Costa - Modinha Para Gabriela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/KqBRcHU0xAI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/KqBRcHU0xAI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando eu vim para esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não atinava em nada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela ê meus camaradas&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci assim eu cresci assim e sou mesmo sim&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser sempre assim Gabriela, sempre Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;Quem me batizou quem me nomeou&lt;br /&gt;Pouco me importou é assim que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela sempre Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu vim para esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não atinava em nada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela ê meus camaradas&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci assim eu cresci assim e sou mesmo sim&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser sempre assim Gabriela, sempre Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;Quem me batizou quem me nomeou&lt;br /&gt;Pouco me importou é assim que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela sempre Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela sempre Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;Eu nasci assim eu cresci assim e sou mesmo sim&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser sempre assim Gabriela, sempre Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sempre igual não desejo o mal&lt;br /&gt;Amo o natural etc e tal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2177834375076719498?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2177834375076719498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2177834375076719498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2177834375076719498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2177834375076719498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/gal-costa-modinha-para-gabriela.html' title='Gal Costa - Modinha Para Gabriela'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7881590742154847859</id><published>2009-05-30T13:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:57:10.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Megadeth - A Tout Le Monde (unplugged)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gEHNvxkVvqc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gEHNvxkVvqc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't remember where I was&lt;br /&gt;I realized life was a game&lt;br /&gt;The more seriously I took things&lt;br /&gt;The harder the rules became&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what it'd cost&lt;br /&gt;My life passed before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I found out how little I accomplished&lt;br /&gt;All my plans denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you read this know my friends&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to stay with you all&lt;br /&gt;please smile when you think of me&lt;br /&gt;My body's gone that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tout le monde (To everybody)&lt;br /&gt;A tout mes amis (To all my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Je dois partir (I must leave)&lt;br /&gt;These are the last words&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever speak&lt;br /&gt;And they'll set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was still alive&lt;br /&gt;I know it would surely break&lt;br /&gt;And my memories left with you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is a simple thing&lt;br /&gt;What it leaves behind is hard&lt;br /&gt;You know the sleeping feel no more pain&lt;br /&gt;And the living all are scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tout le monde (To everybody)&lt;br /&gt;A tout mes amis (To all my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Je dois partir (I must leave)&lt;br /&gt;These are the last words&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever speak&lt;br /&gt;And they'll set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you read this know my friends&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to stay with you all&lt;br /&gt;Please smile, smile when you think about me&lt;br /&gt;My body's gone that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tout le monde (To everybody)&lt;br /&gt;A tout mes amis (To all my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Je dois partir (I must leave)&lt;br /&gt;These are the last words&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever speak&lt;br /&gt;And they'll set me free &lt;br /&gt;X2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7881590742154847859?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7881590742154847859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7881590742154847859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7881590742154847859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7881590742154847859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/megadeth-tout-le-monde-unplugged.html' title='Megadeth - A Tout Le Monde (unplugged)'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5817097249355375384</id><published>2009-05-29T11:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:34:04.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LYNYRD SKYNYRD - Sweet Home Alabama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IwWUOmk7wO0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IwWUOmk7wO0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ontem, ao chegar a casa, ouvi esta música no mp3. Há coisas fantásticas, não há?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big wheels keep on turning &lt;br /&gt;Carry me home to see my kin &lt;br /&gt;Singing songs about the Southland &lt;br /&gt;I miss Alabamy once again &lt;br /&gt;And I think its a sin, yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I heard mister Young sing about her &lt;br /&gt;Well, I heard ole Neil put her down &lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope Neil Young will remember &lt;br /&gt;A Southern man don't need him around anyhow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'm coming home to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Birmingham they love the governor &lt;br /&gt;Now we all did what we could do &lt;br /&gt;Now Watergate does not bother me &lt;br /&gt;Does your conscience bother you? &lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'm coming home to you &lt;br /&gt;Here I come Alabama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers &lt;br /&gt;And they've been known to pick a song or two &lt;br /&gt;Lord they get me off so much &lt;br /&gt;They pick me up when I'm feeling blue &lt;br /&gt;Now how about you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'm coming home to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet home baby &lt;br /&gt;Where the skies are so blue &lt;br /&gt;And the governor's true &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Lordy &lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'm coming home to you &lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5817097249355375384?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5817097249355375384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5817097249355375384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5817097249355375384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5817097249355375384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/lynyrd-skynyrd-sweet-home-alabama.html' title='LYNYRD SKYNYRD - Sweet Home Alabama'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1704008481874139158</id><published>2009-05-28T10:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:11:42.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duran Duran - Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5KanKLnRUlg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5KanKLnRUlg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on the floor now babe youre a bird of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Cherry ice cream smile I suppose its very nice&lt;br /&gt;With a step to your left and a flick to the right&lt;br /&gt;You catch the mirror way out west&lt;br /&gt;You know youre something special and you look like youre the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is rio and she dances on the sand&lt;br /&gt;Just like that river twisting through a dustly land&lt;br /&gt;And when she shines she really shows you all she can&lt;br /&gt;Oh rio rio dancer across the rio grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen you on the beach and Ive seen you on tv&lt;br /&gt;Two of a billion stars, it means so much to me -&lt;br /&gt;Like a birthday or a pretty view&lt;br /&gt;But then Im sure that you know its just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now (wow), look at that.&lt;br /&gt;Did he nearly run you down? &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the drive, the lawmen arrive,&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel alive, alive, alive&lt;br /&gt;Ill take my chance, cause luck is on my side&lt;br /&gt;I tell you something, I know what youre thinking&lt;br /&gt;I tell you something, I know what youre thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is rio and she dont need to understand&lt;br /&gt;And I might find her it Im looking like I can&lt;br /&gt;Oh rio rio hear them shout across the land&lt;br /&gt;From mountains in the north down to the rio grande&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1704008481874139158?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1704008481874139158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1704008481874139158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1704008481874139158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1704008481874139158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/duran-duran-rio.html' title='Duran Duran - Rio'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4119254166245103453</id><published>2009-05-26T10:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:23:06.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke City - Underwater Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aUz3fLncTTs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aUz3fLncTTs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it slipping all over me&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que que é esse amor, dágua&lt;br /&gt;Deve sentir muito parecido a esse amor&lt;br /&gt;This is it&lt;br /&gt;Underwater love&lt;br /&gt;It is so deep&lt;br /&gt;So beautifully liquid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor com paixão, ai&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor com paixão, ai que coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes sun&lt;br /&gt;After the sun comes rain again&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes sun&lt;br /&gt;After the sun comes rain again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it slipping all over me&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que que é esse amor, dágua&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu não quero mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me now&lt;br /&gt;To a place you only dream of&lt;br /&gt;Before I came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I was deep in clear blue water&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining&lt;br /&gt;Calling me to come and see you&lt;br /&gt;I touched your soft skin&lt;br /&gt;And you jumped in with your eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;And a smile upon your face&lt;br /&gt;Você vem, você vai&lt;br /&gt;Você vem e cai&lt;br /&gt;E vem aqui pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa louca&lt;br /&gt;Vem aqui pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Ai que boca gostosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes sun&lt;br /&gt;After the sun comes rain again&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes sun&lt;br /&gt;After the sun comes rain again&lt;br /&gt;Cai cai e tudo tudo cai&lt;br /&gt;Tudo cai pra lá e pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Pra lá e pra cá&lt;br /&gt;E vamos nadar&lt;br /&gt;Y vamos nadar e tudo tudo dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it slipping all over me&lt;br /&gt;This must be underwater love&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel it&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh dágua we are full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwater&lt;br /&gt;Oh underwater love&lt;br /&gt;This underwater love&lt;br /&gt;This underwater love&lt;br /&gt;Underwater love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4119254166245103453?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4119254166245103453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4119254166245103453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4119254166245103453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4119254166245103453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/smoke-city-underwater-love.html' title='Smoke City - Underwater Love'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1218835277659750469</id><published>2009-05-25T11:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:31:16.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>José Afonso - Canto Moço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9MaXjKDbMXs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9MaXjKDbMXs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somos filhos da madrugada &lt;br /&gt;Pelas praias do mar nos vamos &lt;br /&gt;À procura de quem nos traga &lt;br /&gt;Verde oliva de flor no ramo &lt;br /&gt;Nave gamos de vaga em vaga &lt;br /&gt;Não sou bemos de dor nem mágoa &lt;br /&gt;Pelas praias do mar nos vamos &lt;br /&gt;À procura de manhã clara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá do cimo de uma montanha&lt;br /&gt;Acendemos uma fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Para não se apagar a chama&lt;br /&gt;Que dá vida na noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Mensageira pomba chamada&lt;br /&gt;Companhera da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite vier que venha&lt;br /&gt;Lá do cimo de uma montanha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde o vento cortou amarras&lt;br /&gt;Largaremos p'la noite fora&lt;br /&gt;Onde há sempre uma boa estrela&lt;br /&gt;Noite e dia ao romper da aurora&lt;br /&gt;Vira a proa minha galera&lt;br /&gt;Que a vitória já não espera&lt;br /&gt;Fresca, brisa, moira encantada&lt;br /&gt;Vira a proa da minha barca. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1218835277659750469?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1218835277659750469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1218835277659750469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1218835277659750469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1218835277659750469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/jose-afonso-canto-moco.html' title='José Afonso - Canto Moço'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1434499912779711417</id><published>2009-05-23T07:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:17:06.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Herman José - A Cor Do Teu Baton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YGXweZiz3yo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YGXweZiz3yo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O TEU BATOM TEVE ESSE DOM &lt;br /&gt;DE SABER A SIM O TEU BATOM &lt;br /&gt;ÁGUA NA BOCA CHAMOU POR MIM &lt;br /&gt;O TEU BATOM TEVE ESSE TOM &lt;br /&gt;DE CANÇÃO DE AMOR O TEU BATOM &lt;br /&gt;DEIXOU NA ROUPA O TEU SABOR &lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU SEI AINDA É BOM LEMBRAR &lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU SEI AINDA É BOM SONHAR &lt;br /&gt;JÁ NEM SEI SERÁ BOM ACORDAR &lt;br /&gt;POIS GUARDEI A COR DO GOSTO BOM &lt;br /&gt;DO TEU BATOM, O TEU BATOM &lt;br /&gt;BRILHOU NUM SOM TÃO À TOM JOBIM &lt;br /&gt;O TEU BATOM FOI ÁGUA, MEL &lt;br /&gt;FOI COR DE CARMIM O TEU BATOM &lt;br /&gt;FOI UM BOMBOM CORAÇÃO LICOR &lt;br /&gt;O TEU BATOM DEIXOU NA PELE &lt;br /&gt;O TEU CALOR &lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU SEI AINDA É BOM LEMBRAR &lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU SEI AINDA É BOM SONHAR &lt;br /&gt;JÁ NEM SEI SERÁ BOM ACORDAR &lt;br /&gt;POIS GUARDEI A COR DO GOSTO BOM &lt;br /&gt;DO TEU BATOM &lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU SEI AINDA É BOM LEMBRAR &lt;br /&gt;SÓ EU SEI AINDA É BOM SONHAR &lt;br /&gt;JÁ NEM SEI SERÁ BOM ACORDAR &lt;br /&gt;E SÓ GUARDEI O GOSTO BOM &lt;br /&gt;DO TEU BATOM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1434499912779711417?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1434499912779711417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1434499912779711417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1434499912779711417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1434499912779711417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/herman-jose-cor-do-teu-baton.html' title='Herman José - A Cor Do Teu Baton'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1487004656937300017</id><published>2009-05-20T20:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:11:22.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doors - Touch Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PECk9A-07Pw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PECk9A-07Pw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah!, come on, come on, come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Now touch me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see that I am not afraid? &lt;br /&gt;What was that promise that you made? &lt;br /&gt;Why wont you tell me what she said? &lt;br /&gt;What was that promise that you made? &lt;br /&gt;Now, Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on, come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Now touch me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see that I am not afraid? &lt;br /&gt;What was that promise that you made? &lt;br /&gt;Why wont you tell me what she said? &lt;br /&gt;What was that promise that you made? &lt;br /&gt;Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1487004656937300017?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1487004656937300017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1487004656937300017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1487004656937300017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1487004656937300017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/doors-touch-me.html' title='The Doors - Touch Me'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1431681002609181969</id><published>2009-05-19T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:44:03.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixies - Where is my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/AonQxR9v57/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/AonQxR9v57/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/hugopereira/video/kxFefuPw/pixies-where-is-my-mind-music-video/"&gt;where is my mind - Pixies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh - stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Your head will collapse&lt;br /&gt;But theres nothing in it&lt;br /&gt;And youll ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water&lt;br /&gt;See it swimmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swimmin in the carribean&lt;br /&gt;Animals were hiding behind the rock&lt;br /&gt;Except the little fish&lt;br /&gt;But they told me, he swears&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to talk to me koi koy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water&lt;br /&gt;See it swimmin ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Your head will collapse&lt;br /&gt;If theres nothing in it&lt;br /&gt;And youll ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1431681002609181969?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1431681002609181969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1431681002609181969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1431681002609181969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1431681002609181969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/pixies-where-is-my-mind.html' title='Pixies - Where is my mind'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7626423817764719955</id><published>2009-05-15T12:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:00:31.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rui Veloso - Fado do Ladrão Enamorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vbl1F3_EkqQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vbl1F3_EkqQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vê se pões a gargantilha&lt;br /&gt;Porque amanhã é domingo&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero que o povo note&lt;br /&gt;A maneira como brilha&lt;br /&gt;No bico do teu decote&lt;br /&gt;E se alguem perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que eu a comprei&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem precisa saber&lt;br /&gt;Que foi por ti que a roubei&lt;br /&gt;E se alguém desconfiar&lt;br /&gt;Porque não tenho um tostão&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que é uma vulgar&lt;br /&gt;Joia de imitação&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui grande ladrão&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dei golpe perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Acho que foi a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que me aguçou o jeito&lt;br /&gt;Por isso põe a gargantilha&lt;br /&gt;Porque amanhã é domingo&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero que o povo note&lt;br /&gt;A maneira como brilha&lt;br /&gt;No bico do teu decote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7626423817764719955?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7626423817764719955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7626423817764719955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7626423817764719955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7626423817764719955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/rui-veloso-fado-do-ladrao-enamorado.html' title='Rui Veloso - Fado do Ladrão Enamorado'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1909225550027369932</id><published>2009-05-13T09:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:29:17.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Traz Outro Amigo Também - José Afonso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hfKU5pA-CRI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hfKU5pA-CRI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amigo&lt;br /&gt;Maior que o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Por essa estrada amigo vem&lt;br /&gt;Não percas tempo que o vento&lt;br /&gt;É meu amigo também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em terras&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;Seja benvindo quem vier por bem&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém houver que não queira&lt;br /&gt;Trá-lo contigo também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que ficaram&lt;br /&gt;(Em toda a parte todo o mundo tem)&lt;br /&gt;Em sonhos me visitaram&lt;br /&gt;Traz outro amigo também&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1909225550027369932?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1909225550027369932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1909225550027369932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1909225550027369932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1909225550027369932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/traz-outro-amigo-tambem-jose-afonso.html' title='Traz Outro Amigo Também - José Afonso'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1369124880924141070</id><published>2009-05-12T10:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:03:05.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen - You're My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/K4vQwrHZWWk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/K4vQwrHZWWk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o teu dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como a nossa amizade começou. Uma coisa é certa: tinha que começar. Porque a minha vida sem ti, sem os teus conselhos, sem a tua boa disposição, não seria a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheci-te na altura das praxes. A ouvir também, infelizmente, o Pie Jesu. Suspeitava que ali, aquela rapariga de Chelas (que afinal é de Marvila), tinha qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei-te a conhecer mais nos dias que foram passando, sentados, a compartilhar gostos musicais, a conversar sobre as coisas mais banais do dia-a-dia, outras a tocar guitarra.. os dias passados na mercearia, com o amigo Varal, o sho Zé... e constatei os factos. Aquela noite não foi esquecida por mim, nem por ti. Acho que nos fez crescer. Fez-nos abrir os olhos para a realidade. Mas falemos de outras coisas. Dos cafés, das conversas intermináveis, da viagem a Óbidos, das viagens de carro, das tuas presenças sempre nos locais especiais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me esqueço das palavras que escreveste na minha fita. Cada uma delas fez-me arrepios. Porque sei que é verdadeiro. Porque sei que é mútuo. Porque somente esta fita é tua. Porque és a amiga que esperava há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há vários tipos de amor. E tenho o previlégio de saber amar de maneiras diferentes. A ti, amo-te como de uma irmã se tratasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilce Coelho Palha, muitos parabéns. Minha maninha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1369124880924141070?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1369124880924141070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1369124880924141070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1369124880924141070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1369124880924141070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/queen-you-my-best-friend.html' title='Queen - You&amp;#39;re My Best Friend'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-943597650877094557</id><published>2009-05-07T10:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:16:56.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Guinot - Silêncio e tanta gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ArNuo9DUtDY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ArNuo9DUtDY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vejam se conhecem a senhora que aparece no inicio do video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é no meio do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Que descubro o amor em teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;É uma pedra&lt;br /&gt;Ou um grito&lt;br /&gt;Que nasce em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é no meio de tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;Que descubro afinal aquilo que sou&lt;br /&gt;Sou um grito&lt;br /&gt;Ou sou uma pedra&lt;br /&gt;De um lugar onde não estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sou também&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que tarda em passar&lt;br /&gt;E aquilo em que ninguém quer acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sou também&lt;br /&gt;Um sim alegre&lt;br /&gt;Ou um triste não&lt;br /&gt;E troco a minha vida por um dia de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;E troco a minha vida por um dia de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é no meio do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Que descubro as palavras por dizer&lt;br /&gt;É uma pedra&lt;br /&gt;Ou um grito&lt;br /&gt;De um amor por acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é no meio de tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;Que descubro afinal p'ra onde vou&lt;br /&gt;E esta pedra&lt;br /&gt;E este grito&lt;br /&gt;São a história d'aquilo que sou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-943597650877094557?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/943597650877094557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=943597650877094557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/943597650877094557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/943597650877094557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/maria-guinot-silencio-e-tanta-gente.html' title='Maria Guinot - Silêncio e tanta gente'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5186470335681375466</id><published>2009-05-06T10:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:01:28.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Miller Band - The Joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nIHP9o6X6D8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nIHP9o6X6D8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people call me the space cowboy,yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some call me the gangster of love&lt;br /&gt;Some people call me Maurice&lt;br /&gt;Cause I speak of the pompitus of love.&lt;br /&gt;People talk about me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't you worry baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Cause I'm right here, right here, right here,&lt;br /&gt;right here at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a picker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I play my music in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a joker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smoker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a midnight toker&lt;br /&gt;I get my loving on the run Wooo Woooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the cutest thing&lt;br /&gt;That I ever did see&lt;br /&gt;I really love your peaches&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shake your tree.&lt;br /&gt;a Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a picker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a grinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lover&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I play my music in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'm a joker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smoker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a midnight toker&lt;br /&gt;I sure don't want to hurt no one Wooo Wooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo Wooo&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking about me baby&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm doin' you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm right here at home&lt;br /&gt;You're the cutest thing I ever did see&lt;br /&gt;Really love your peaches wanna shake your tree&lt;br /&gt;Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby and I'll show you a good time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5186470335681375466?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5186470335681375466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5186470335681375466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5186470335681375466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5186470335681375466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/steve-miller-band-joker.html' title='Steve Miller Band - The Joker'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6604225895510925462</id><published>2009-05-05T09:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:34:20.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Stevens - Father and Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Q29YR5-t3gg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Q29YR5-t3gg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its not time to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;Just relax, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;Youre still young, thats your fault,&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much you have to know.&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down,&lt;br /&gt;If you want you can marry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once like you are now, and I know that its not easy,&lt;br /&gt;To be calm when youve found something going on.&lt;br /&gt;But take your time, think a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Why, think of everything youve got.&lt;br /&gt;For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.&lt;br /&gt;Its always been the same, same old story.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not time to make a change,&lt;br /&gt;Just sit down, take it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Youre still young, thats your fault,&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much you have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down,&lt;br /&gt;If you want you can marry.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(away away away, I know I have to&lt;br /&gt;Make this decision alone - no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,&lt;br /&gt;Its hard, but its harder to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;If they were right, Id agree, but its them you know not me.&lt;br /&gt;Now theres a way and I know that I have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stay stay stay, why must you go and&lt;br /&gt;Make this decision alone? )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6604225895510925462?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6604225895510925462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6604225895510925462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6604225895510925462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6604225895510925462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-stevens-father-and-son.html' title='Cat Stevens - Father and Son'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2284719361167171933</id><published>2009-05-04T09:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:34:41.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>José Mário Branco - Queixa das almas jovens censuradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Do4eVLRW6qI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Do4eVLRW6qI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dão-nos um lírio e um canivete&lt;br /&gt;e uma alma para ir à escola&lt;br /&gt;mais um letreiro que promete&lt;br /&gt;raízes, hastes e corola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos um mapa imaginário&lt;br /&gt;que tem a forma de uma cidade&lt;br /&gt;mais um relógio e um calendário&lt;br /&gt;onde não vem a nossa idade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos a honra de manequim&lt;br /&gt;para dar corda à nossa ausência.&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos um prémio de ser assim&lt;br /&gt;sem pecado e sem inocência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos um barco e um chapéu&lt;br /&gt;para tirarmos o retrato&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos bilhetes para o céu&lt;br /&gt;levado à cena num teatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penteiam-nos os crâneos ermos&lt;br /&gt;com as cabeleiras das avós&lt;br /&gt;para jamais nos parecermos&lt;br /&gt;connosco quando estamos sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos um bolo que é a história&lt;br /&gt;da nossa historia sem enredo&lt;br /&gt;e não nos soa na memória&lt;br /&gt;outra palavra que o medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos fantasmas tão educados&lt;br /&gt;que adormecemos no seu ombro&lt;br /&gt;somos vazios despovoados&lt;br /&gt;de personagens de assombro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos a capa do evangelho&lt;br /&gt;e um pacote de tabaco&lt;br /&gt;dão-nos um pente e um espelho&lt;br /&gt;pra pentearmos um macaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos um cravo preso à cabeça&lt;br /&gt;e uma cabeça presa à cintura&lt;br /&gt;para que o corpo não pareça&lt;br /&gt;a forma da alma que o procura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos um esquife feito de ferro&lt;br /&gt;com embutidos de diamante&lt;br /&gt;para organizar já o enterro&lt;br /&gt;do nosso corpo mais adiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos um nome e um jornal&lt;br /&gt;um avião e um violino&lt;br /&gt;mas não nos dão o animal&lt;br /&gt;que espeta os cornos no destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dão-nos marujos de papelão&lt;br /&gt;com carimbo no passaporte&lt;br /&gt;por isso a nossa dimensão&lt;br /&gt;não é a vida, nem é a morte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2284719361167171933?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2284719361167171933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2284719361167171933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2284719361167171933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2284719361167171933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/jose-mario-branco-queixa-das-almas.html' title='José Mário Branco - Queixa das almas jovens censuradas'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6327244538443749688</id><published>2009-05-03T10:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:12:07.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Noite Passada - Sérgio Godinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/va3gMtfH1sE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/va3gMtfH1sE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A noite passada acordei com o teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;descias o Douro e eu fui esperar-te ao Tejo&lt;br /&gt;vinhas numa barca que não vi passar&lt;br /&gt;corri pela margem até à beira do mar&lt;br /&gt;até que te vi num castelo de areia&lt;br /&gt;cantavas "sou gaivota e fui sereia"&lt;br /&gt;ri-me de ti "então porque não voas?"&lt;br /&gt;e então tu olhaste&lt;br /&gt;depois sorriste&lt;br /&gt;abriste a janela e voaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite passada fui passear no mar&lt;br /&gt;a viola irmã cuidou de me arrastar&lt;br /&gt;chegado ao mar alto abriu-se em dois o mundo&lt;br /&gt;olhei para baixo dormias lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;faltou-me o pé senti que me afundava&lt;br /&gt;por entre as algas teu cabelo boiava&lt;br /&gt;a lua cheia escureceu nas águas&lt;br /&gt;e então falámos&lt;br /&gt;e então dissemos&lt;br /&gt;aqui vivemos muitos anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite passada um paredão ruiu&lt;br /&gt;pela fresta aberta o meu peito fugiu&lt;br /&gt;estavas do outro lado a tricotar janelas&lt;br /&gt;vias-me em segredo ao debruçar-te nelas&lt;br /&gt;cheguei-me a ti disse baixinho "olá",&lt;br /&gt;toquei-te no ombro e a marca ficou lá&lt;br /&gt;o sol inteiro caiu entre os montes&lt;br /&gt;e então olhaste&lt;br /&gt;depois sorriste&lt;br /&gt;disseste "ainda bem que voltaste"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6327244538443749688?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6327244538443749688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6327244538443749688' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6327244538443749688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6327244538443749688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/noite-passada-sergio-godinho.html' title='A Noite Passada - Sérgio Godinho'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1587174328699658454</id><published>2009-05-02T20:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:22:01.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulo de Carvalho - Os meninos do Huambo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6ThgYMuBhqg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6ThgYMuBhqg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com fios feitos de lágrimas passadas&lt;br /&gt;Os meninos de Huambo fazem alegria&lt;br /&gt;Constroem sonhos com os mais velhos de mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;E no céu descobrem estrelas de magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os lábios de dizer nova poesia&lt;br /&gt;Soletram as estrelas como letras&lt;br /&gt;E vão juntando no céu como pedrinhas&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas letras para fazer novas palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meninos à volta da fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Vão aprender coisas de sonho e de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Vão aprender como se ganha uma bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Vão saber o que custou a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os sorrisos mais lindos do planalto&lt;br /&gt;Fazem continhas engraçadas de somar &lt;br /&gt;Somam beijos com flores e com suor&lt;br /&gt;E subtraem manhã cedo por luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dividem a chuva miudinha pelo milho&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicam o vento pelo mar&lt;br /&gt;Soltam ao céu as estrelas já escritas&lt;br /&gt;Constelações que brilham sempre sem parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meninos à volta da fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Vão aprender coisas de sonho e de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Vão aprender como se ganha uma bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Vão saber o que custou a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras sempre novas, sempre novas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras deste tempo sempre novo&lt;br /&gt;Porque os meninos inventaram coisas novas&lt;br /&gt;E até já dizem que as estrelas são do povo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim contentes à voltinha da fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Juntam palavras deste tempo sempre novo&lt;br /&gt;Porque os meninos inventaram coisas novas&lt;br /&gt;E até já dizem que as estrelas são do povo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1587174328699658454?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1587174328699658454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1587174328699658454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1587174328699658454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1587174328699658454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/05/paulo-de-carvalho-os-meninos-do-huambo.html' title='Paulo de Carvalho - Os meninos do Huambo'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-3063267846592000016</id><published>2009-04-30T10:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:05:09.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>John Coltrane - I Want To Talk About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FR9ixWP-P9I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FR9ixWP-P9I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coltrane. Acho que está tudo dito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3063267846592000016?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3063267846592000016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3063267846592000016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3063267846592000016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3063267846592000016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-coltrane-i-want-to-talk-about-you.html' title='John Coltrane - I Want To Talk About You'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7627001702108999681</id><published>2009-04-29T10:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:24:28.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Censurados - É Difícil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gtKitGSO6wg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gtKitGSO6wg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toca o despertador&lt;br /&gt;Vestes-te à pressa&lt;br /&gt;Mal tens tempo p'ra comer&lt;br /&gt;Fazes tudo tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;Não tens tempo a perder&lt;br /&gt;Nem tempo p'ra sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sais de casa a correr&lt;br /&gt;Tens um horário a cumprir&lt;br /&gt;Os minutos passam&lt;br /&gt;E hoje estás sem sorte&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais atrasado&lt;br /&gt;À espera de transporte&lt;br /&gt;É difícil, é difícil&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir estar empregado&lt;br /&gt;Mais difícil, mais difícil&lt;br /&gt;É ter um bom ordenado&lt;br /&gt;O autocarro chega&lt;br /&gt;E lutas p'ra entrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tanta a confusão&lt;br /&gt;Que nem o passe podes mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Seguras a tua mala com um ar desconfiado&lt;br /&gt;Empurras para a frente p'ra arranjar lugar sentado&lt;br /&gt;Pisas o de trás, esbarras no da frente&lt;br /&gt;Ficas irritado&lt;br /&gt;Discutes com toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;Chegas atrasado mais um desconto no ordenado&lt;br /&gt;Ficas um pouco, sentes-te arrasado&lt;br /&gt;E como se não bastasse ouves o teu patrão zangado&lt;br /&gt;Não passas de mais um, é um desempregado!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7627001702108999681?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7627001702108999681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7627001702108999681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7627001702108999681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7627001702108999681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/censurados-e-dificil.html' title='Censurados - É Difícil'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1758223404400135852</id><published>2009-04-28T10:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:09:43.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss AC com Mariza - Alguem me ouviu (mantem-te firme)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vaHOiaZh-2c' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vaHOiaZh-2c'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Boss Ac)&lt;br /&gt;Não me resta nada, sinto não ter forças para lutar&lt;br /&gt;É como morrer de sede no meio do mar e afogar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me isolado com tanta gente à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não ouvem o grito da minha revolta&lt;br /&gt;Choro a rir, isto é mais forte do que pensei&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro sou um mendigo que aparenta ser um rei&lt;br /&gt;Não sei do que fujo, a esperança pouca me resta&lt;br /&gt;É triste ser tão novo e já achar que a vida não presta&lt;br /&gt;As pernas tremem, o tempo passa, sinto cansaço&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra, ao espelho vejo o fracasso&lt;br /&gt;O dia amanhece, algo me diz para ter cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Vagueio sem destino nem sei se estou acordado&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso escasseia, hoje a tristeza é rainha&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a alma existe mas sei que alguém feriu a minha&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso se algum dia serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que dizÂ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mariza)&lt;br /&gt;Chorei,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;Então sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;Busquei&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boss Ac)&lt;br /&gt;Não há dia que não pergunte a Deus porque nasci&lt;br /&gt;Eu não pedi, alguém me diga o que faço aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se dependesse de mim teria ficado onde estava&lt;br /&gt;Onde não pensava, não existia e não chorava&lt;br /&gt;Prisioneiro de mim próprio, o meu pior inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso que passo tempo demais comigo&lt;br /&gt;Olho para os lados, não vejo ninguém para me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Um ombro para me apoiar, um sorriso para me animar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu? Para onde vou? De onde vim?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me diga, porque, me sinto assim?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a culpa é minha mas não sei bem porquê&lt;br /&gt;Sinto lágrimas nos meus olhos mas ninguém as vê&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto de mim, farto daquilo que sou, farto daquilo que penso&lt;br /&gt;Mostrem-me a saída deste abismo imenso&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me se algum dia serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me dizÂ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mariza)&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei,&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Boss AC)&lt;br /&gt;Tento não me ir abaixo mas não sou de ferro&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso que tudo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Parece que mais me enterro&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma nuvem cinzenta que me acompanha onde estiver&lt;br /&gt;E penso para mim mesmo será que Deus me quer&lt;br /&gt;Será a vida apenas uma corrida prá morte&lt;br /&gt;Cada um com a sua sina, cada um com a sua sorte&lt;br /&gt;Não peço muito, não peço mais do que tenho direito&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás e analiso tudo o que tenho feito&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo quando errei foi a tentar fazer o bem&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que é o ódio, não desejo mal a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Vai surgir um raio de luz no meio da porcaria&lt;br /&gt;Porque até um relógio parado está certo duas vezes por dia&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me aguentando&lt;br /&gt;A esperança é a última a morrer&lt;br /&gt;Neste jogo incerto o resultado não posso prever&lt;br /&gt;E quando penso em desistir por me sentir infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz&lt;br /&gt;Mantem-te firme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria que o fado e o hip-hop casavam tão bem?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1758223404400135852?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1758223404400135852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1758223404400135852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1758223404400135852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1758223404400135852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/boss-ac-com-mariza-alguem-me-ouviu.html' title='Boss AC com Mariza - Alguem me ouviu (mantem-te firme)'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4414565814449611360</id><published>2009-04-27T10:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:24:53.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spandau Ballet - True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6e4WLdLNajs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6e4WLdLNajs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So true&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it seems&lt;br /&gt;Always in time, but never in line for dreams&lt;br /&gt;Head over heels,when toe to toe&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound of my soul&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the world&lt;br /&gt;But now Ive come back again&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find it hard to write the next line&lt;br /&gt;When I want the truth to be said&lt;br /&gt;I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;With a thrill in my head an a pill on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve the nerves that have just begun&lt;br /&gt;Listening to marvin all night long&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound of my soul&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound&lt;br /&gt;Always slipping from my hands&lt;br /&gt;Sands a time of ts own&lt;br /&gt;Take your seaside arms and write the next line&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want the truth to be known&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4414565814449611360?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4414565814449611360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4414565814449611360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4414565814449611360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4414565814449611360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/spandau-ballet-true.html' title='Spandau Ballet - True'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7611280922513865287</id><published>2009-04-26T15:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:50:23.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elis Regina - Romaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IpPmjX-VjJ8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IpPmjX-VjJ8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Versão cantada no Festival RTP da Canção de 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de sonho e de pó&lt;br /&gt;O destino de um só&lt;br /&gt;feito eu perdido em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;sobre o meu cavalo&lt;br /&gt;É de laço e de nó&lt;br /&gt;De gibeira ou jiló&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vida cumprida a sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou caipira pirapora nossa&lt;br /&gt;Senhora de Aparecida&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a mina escura&lt;br /&gt;e funda o trem da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sou caipira pirapora nossa&lt;br /&gt;Senhora de Aparecida&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a mina escura&lt;br /&gt;e funda o trem da minha vida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai foi peão&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe solidão&lt;br /&gt;meus irmãos perderam-se na vida&lt;br /&gt;a custa de aventuras&lt;br /&gt;Descasei, joguei&lt;br /&gt;investi, desisti&lt;br /&gt;Se há sorte eu não sei nunca vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou caipira pirapora nossa&lt;br /&gt;Senhora de Aparecida&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a mina escura&lt;br /&gt;e funda o trem da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sou caipira pirapora nossa&lt;br /&gt;Senhora de Aparecida&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a mina escura&lt;br /&gt;e funda o trem da minha vida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram porém&lt;br /&gt;que eu viesse aqui&lt;br /&gt;pra pedir de romaria e prece&lt;br /&gt;Paz nos desaventos&lt;br /&gt;Como eu não sei rezar&lt;br /&gt;Só queria mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar, meu olhar, meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou caipira pirapora nossa&lt;br /&gt;Senhora de Aparecida&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a mina escura&lt;br /&gt;e funda o trem da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sou caipira pirapora nossa&lt;br /&gt;Senhora de Aparecida&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a mina escura&lt;br /&gt;e funda o trem da minha vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7611280922513865287?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7611280922513865287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7611280922513865287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7611280922513865287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7611280922513865287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/elis-regina-romaria.html' title='Elis Regina - Romaria'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2397602172635743018</id><published>2009-04-25T16:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:12:34.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita Redshoes - Choose Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZTcxbTyIe0g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZTcxbTyIe0g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love, love&lt;br /&gt;Choose love, choose love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2397602172635743018?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2397602172635743018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2397602172635743018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2397602172635743018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2397602172635743018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/rita-redshoes-choose-love.html' title='Rita Redshoes - Choose Love'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7312795434525865309</id><published>2009-04-24T11:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:30:04.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amália Rodrigues - Formiga Bossa Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1iUks5Sp8dM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1iUks5Sp8dM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minuciosa formiga&lt;br /&gt;não tem que se lhe diga:&lt;br /&gt;leva a sua palhinha&lt;br /&gt;asinha, asinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim devera eu ser&lt;br /&gt;e não esta cigarra&lt;br /&gt;que se põe a cantar&lt;br /&gt;e me deita a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim devera eu ser:&lt;br /&gt;de patinhas no chão,&lt;br /&gt;formiguinha ao trabalho&lt;br /&gt;e ao tostão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim devera eu ser&lt;br /&gt;se não fora&lt;br /&gt;não querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7312795434525865309?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7312795434525865309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7312795434525865309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7312795434525865309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7312795434525865309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/amalia-rodrigues-formiga-bossa-nova.html' title='Amália Rodrigues - Formiga Bossa Nova'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1178588532223408436</id><published>2009-04-23T20:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:08:26.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Jobim - Insensatez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PHIe9B5plDI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PHIe9B5plDI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, insensatez que você fez&lt;br /&gt;Coracão mais sem cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Fez chorar de dor o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Um amor tão delicado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, por que você foi fraco assim&lt;br /&gt;Assim tão desalmado&lt;br /&gt;Ah, meu coracão, quem nunca amou&lt;br /&gt;Não merece ser amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, meu coracão, ouve a razão&lt;br /&gt;Usa só sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;Quem semeia vento, diz a razão&lt;br /&gt;Colhe sempre tempestade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, meu coracão, pede perdão&lt;br /&gt;Perdão apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Vai, porque quem não pede perdão&lt;br /&gt;Nao é nunca perdoado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1178588532223408436?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1178588532223408436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1178588532223408436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1178588532223408436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1178588532223408436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/tom-jobim-insensatez.html' title='Tom Jobim - Insensatez'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8772312398711249739</id><published>2009-04-17T09:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:51:38.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GNR - Video Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DE6P_BCvJqY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DE6P_BCvJqY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tarde de chuva, a península inteira a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Entro numa igreja fria com um círio cintilante&lt;br /&gt;Sentada, imóvel, fumando em frente ao altar&lt;br /&gt;Silhueta, esboço, a esfinge de um anjo fumegante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim um profano desejo a crescer&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a língua morta e o latim vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;Os santos do altar devem tentar compreender&lt;br /&gt;O que ela faz aqui fumando&lt;br /&gt;Estará a meditar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ui, atirem-me água benta&lt;br /&gt;Ajoelho-me, benzo-me, arrependo-me, esconjuro-a&lt;br /&gt;Atirem-me água fria&lt;br /&gt;Por ela assalto a caixa de esmolas&lt;br /&gt;Atirem-me água benta&lt;br /&gt;Com ela eu desço ao inferno de Dante&lt;br /&gt;Atirem-me água fria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ui, atirem-me água benta&lt;br /&gt;Por parecer latina suponho que o nome dela&lt;br /&gt;É Maria&lt;br /&gt;É casta, eu sei, se é virgem ou não depende&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por parecer latina calculo que o nome dela&lt;br /&gt;É Maria&lt;br /&gt;É casta, eu sei, se é virgem ou não depende&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa fantasia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8772312398711249739?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8772312398711249739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8772312398711249739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8772312398711249739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8772312398711249739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/gnr-video-maria.html' title='GNR - Video Maria'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4745450463551533331</id><published>2009-04-16T10:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:08:38.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimi Hendrix - Foxy Lady (Live at Woodstock)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RPUQTi0y3Do' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RPUQTi0y3Do'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foxy&lt;br /&gt;Foxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know youre a cute little heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Foxy&lt;br /&gt;You know youre a sweet little lovemaker&lt;br /&gt;Foxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you home&lt;br /&gt;I wont do you no harm, no&lt;br /&gt;Youve got to be all mine, all mine&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, foxy lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, heh, on down on the scene&lt;br /&gt;Foxy&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna get up and scream&lt;br /&gt;Foxy&lt;br /&gt;Ah, baby listen now&lt;br /&gt;Ive made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of wasting all my precious time&lt;br /&gt;Youve got to be all mine, all mine&lt;br /&gt;Foxy lady&lt;br /&gt;Here I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna take you home&lt;br /&gt;I wont do you no harm, no&lt;br /&gt;Youve got to be all mine, all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come&lt;br /&gt;Im comin to get ya&lt;br /&gt;Foxy lady&lt;br /&gt;You look so good&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, foxy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, give us some&lt;br /&gt;Foxy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, get it, babe&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like&lt;br /&gt;Feel like sayin foxy&lt;br /&gt;Foxy&lt;br /&gt;Foxy lady&lt;br /&gt;Foxy lady&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4745450463551533331?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4745450463551533331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4745450463551533331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4745450463551533331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4745450463551533331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/jimi-hendrix-foxy-lady-live-at.html' title='Jimi Hendrix - Foxy Lady (Live at Woodstock)'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8923927248286682967</id><published>2009-04-15T09:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:55:11.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cesaria Evora - Sodade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NbY7DBLw010' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NbY7DBLw010'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem mostra' bo&lt;br /&gt;Ess caminho longe?&lt;br /&gt;Quem mostra'bo&lt;br /&gt;Ess caminho longe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ess caminho&lt;br /&gt;Pa Sao Tomé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodade sodade&lt;br /&gt;Sodade&lt;br /&gt;Dess nha terra Sao Nicolau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bô 'screvê' me&lt;br /&gt;'M ta 'screvê be &lt;br /&gt;Si bô 'squecê me&lt;br /&gt;'M ta 'squecê be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até dia &lt;br /&gt;Qui bô voltà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodade sodade&lt;br /&gt;Sodade&lt;br /&gt;Dess nha terra Sao Nicolau &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8923927248286682967?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8923927248286682967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8923927248286682967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8923927248286682967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8923927248286682967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/cesaria-evora-sodade.html' title='Cesaria Evora - Sodade'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6436353057712082204</id><published>2009-04-14T09:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:58:34.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>José Viana - Fado do cacilheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/qL07wLZPGFw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qL07wLZPGFw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando eu era rapazote&lt;br /&gt;Levei comigo no bote&lt;br /&gt;Uma varina atrevida&lt;br /&gt;Manobrei e gostei dela&lt;br /&gt;E lá me atraquei a ela&lt;br /&gt;P'ró resto da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;A idade não perdoa&lt;br /&gt;Faz bater o coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho grande vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Em viver a mocidade&lt;br /&gt;Dentro desta geração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Deste velho cacifeiro&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado companheiro&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno berço do povo&lt;br /&gt;E navegando&lt;br /&gt;A idade vai chegando&lt;br /&gt;Ai... O cabelo branqueando&lt;br /&gt;Mas o Tejo é sempre novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos moram numa rua&lt;br /&gt;A que chamam sempre sua&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu cá não os invejo&lt;br /&gt;O meu bairro é sobre as águas&lt;br /&gt;Que cantam as suas mágoas&lt;br /&gt;E a minha rua é o Tejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Vinha eu a navegar&lt;br /&gt;E de pé junto da proa&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi ou então sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Que os braços do Cristo-Rei&lt;br /&gt;Estavam a abraçar Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6436353057712082204?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6436353057712082204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6436353057712082204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6436353057712082204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6436353057712082204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/jose-viana-fado-do-cacilheiro.html' title='José Viana - Fado do cacilheiro'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-961312177986629952</id><published>2009-04-13T09:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:54:42.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears For Fears -  Everybody Wants To Rule The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/4cyWlNOHLTU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4cyWlNOHLTU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to your life&lt;br /&gt;Theres no turning back&lt;br /&gt;Even while we sleep&lt;br /&gt;We will find you&lt;br /&gt;Acting on your best behaviour&lt;br /&gt;Turn your back on mother nature&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my own design&lt;br /&gt;Its my own remorse&lt;br /&gt;Help me to decide&lt;br /&gt;Help me make the most&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom and of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a room where the light wont find you&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;When they do Ill be right behind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad weve almost made it&lt;br /&gt;So sad they had to fade it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand this indecision&lt;br /&gt;Married with a lack of vision&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Say that youll never never never never need it&lt;br /&gt;One headline why believe it ? &lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for freedom and for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-961312177986629952?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/961312177986629952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=961312177986629952' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/961312177986629952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/961312177986629952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears-for-fears-everybody-wants-to-rule.html' title='Tears For Fears -  Everybody Wants To Rule The World'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6836659188886220411</id><published>2009-04-12T14:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:38:37.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elton John - Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8iKjMj3_g2c' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8iKjMj3_g2c'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's getting late have you seen my mates&lt;br /&gt;Ma tell me when the boys get here&lt;br /&gt;It's seven o'clock and I want to rock&lt;br /&gt;Want to get a belly full of beerMy old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys&lt;br /&gt;And my old lady she don't care&lt;br /&gt;My sister looks cute in her braces and boots&lt;br /&gt;A handful of grease in her hairDon't give us none of your aggravation&lt;br /&gt;We had it with your discipline&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night's alright for fighting&lt;br /&gt;Get a little action inGet about as oiled as a diesel train&lt;br /&gt;Gonna set this dance alight&lt;br /&gt;`Cause Saturday night's the night I like&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night's alright alright alrightWell they're packed pretty tight in here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right&lt;br /&gt;I may use a little muscle to get what I need&lt;br /&gt;I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"A couple of the sound that I really like&lt;br /&gt;Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike&lt;br /&gt;I'm a juvenile product of the working class&lt;br /&gt;Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6836659188886220411?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6836659188886220411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6836659188886220411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6836659188886220411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6836659188886220411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/elton-john-saturday-night-alright-for.html' title='Elton John - Saturday Night&amp;#39;s Alright (For Fighting)'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-3346758149826997158</id><published>2009-04-11T09:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:53:45.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos muito bregas - 3º Nelson Ned - Tudo Passara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/g6r_YtYllE0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/g6r_YtYllE0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu te dei meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Por um dia&lt;br /&gt;E depois sem querer te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Não pensei que o amor existia&lt;br /&gt;E também choraria por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo passa tudo passará&lt;br /&gt;E nada fica nada ficará&lt;br /&gt;Só se encontra a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Quando se entrega o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltarei a querer algum dia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei que não vou mais chorar&lt;br /&gt;Se em mim já não há alegria&lt;br /&gt;A esperança me ensina a gritar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo passa tudo passará&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3346758149826997158?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3346758149826997158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3346758149826997158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3346758149826997158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3346758149826997158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/momentos-muito-bregas-3-nelson-ned-tudo.html' title='Momentos muito bregas - 3º Nelson Ned - Tudo Passara'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5031604763419396447</id><published>2009-04-10T12:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:53:18.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos muito bregas - 2º Reginaldo Rossi - Garçom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UYjMfI1KmlQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UYjMfI1KmlQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Garçom! Aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Nessa mesa de bar&lt;br /&gt;Você já cansou de escutar&lt;br /&gt;Centenas de casos de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garçom!&lt;br /&gt;No bar todo mundo é igual&lt;br /&gt;Meu caso é mais um, é banal&lt;br /&gt;Mas preste atenção por favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que o meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vai se casar&lt;br /&gt;Mandou uma carta pra me avisar&lt;br /&gt;Deixou em pedaços meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra matar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Só mesa de bar&lt;br /&gt;Quero tomar todas&lt;br /&gt;Vou me embriagar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pegar no sono&lt;br /&gt;Me deite no chão!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garçom! Eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou enchendo o saco&lt;br /&gt;Mas todo bebum fica chato&lt;br /&gt;Valente, e tem toda a razão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garçom! Mas eu!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou minha conta pagar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu lhe peço atenção...&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que o meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vai se casar&lt;br /&gt;Mandou uma carta pra me avisar&lt;br /&gt;Deixou em pedaços meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E prá matar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Só mesa de bar&lt;br /&gt;Quero tomar todas&lt;br /&gt;Vou me embriagar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pegar no sono&lt;br /&gt;Me deite no chão!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que o meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vai se casar&lt;br /&gt;Mandou uma carta prá me avisar&lt;br /&gt;Deixou em pedaços meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra matar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Só mesa de bar&lt;br /&gt;Quero tomar todas&lt;br /&gt;Vou me embriagar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pegar no sono&lt;br /&gt;Me deite no chão!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5031604763419396447?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5031604763419396447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5031604763419396447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5031604763419396447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5031604763419396447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/momentos-muito-bregas-2-reginaldo-rossi.html' title='Momentos muito bregas - 2º Reginaldo Rossi - Garçom'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-421524104091407491</id><published>2009-04-09T10:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:19:43.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos muito bregas - 1º Roberto Carlos - Símbolo Sexual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/AH5IliEe0BY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/AH5IliEe0BY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Começamos os momentos bregas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem não ligue&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é normal&lt;br /&gt;Mulher bonita a gente sempre vê no jornal&lt;br /&gt;fazendo poses, bicos, caras e bocas etc, e tal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo pop, punk rock é um toque&lt;br /&gt;de capa de revista ou de televisão&lt;br /&gt;mas você sabe bem o que faz&lt;br /&gt;pra me chamar a atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem tudo nesse jeito provocante&lt;br /&gt;e sensual&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que se espera da mulher ideal&lt;br /&gt;Porque você meu bem&lt;br /&gt;É um símbolo sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no verão o bronzeado é geral&lt;br /&gt;e tanto, que não cabe na medida atual &lt;br /&gt;Eu me amarro em seu short e o decote&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo seu afinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então você se chega mais e me abraça&lt;br /&gt;Me beija e no seu beijo sinto tudo que é bom&lt;br /&gt;Eu te pego e me entrego e me esfrego&lt;br /&gt;todo no seu baton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem tudo nesse jeito provocante&lt;br /&gt;e sensual&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que se espera da mulher ideal&lt;br /&gt;Porque você meu bem é meu símbolo sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex - Sex - Sex - Sexual&lt;br /&gt;Sex - Sex - Sex - Sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem você é mesmo meu símbolo sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me fala tanta coisa bonita&lt;br /&gt;Me acaricia, me provoca, me agita&lt;br /&gt;Depois me olha com esse jeito e me faz&lt;br /&gt;chegar mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Eu chego perto demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex - Sex - Sex - Sexual&lt;br /&gt;Sex - Sex - Sex - Sexual&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-421524104091407491?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/421524104091407491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=421524104091407491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/421524104091407491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/421524104091407491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/momentos-muito-bregas-1-roberto-carlos.html' title='Momentos muito bregas - 1º Roberto Carlos - Símbolo Sexual'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4053070248972789039</id><published>2009-04-08T11:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:59:00.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Sabbath - Iron Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MII3ns2KTBc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MII3ns2KTBc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has he lost his mind? &lt;br /&gt;Can he see or is he blind? &lt;br /&gt;Can he walk at all,&lt;br /&gt;Or if he moves will he fall? &lt;br /&gt;Is he alive or dead? &lt;br /&gt;Has he thoughts within his head? &lt;br /&gt;Well just pass him there&lt;br /&gt;Why should we even care? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was turned to steel&lt;br /&gt;In the great magnetic field&lt;br /&gt;Where he traveled time&lt;br /&gt;For the future of mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants him&lt;br /&gt;He just stares at the world&lt;br /&gt;Planning his vengeance&lt;br /&gt;That he will soon unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time is here&lt;br /&gt;For iron man to spread fear&lt;br /&gt;Vengeance from the grave&lt;br /&gt;Kills the people he once saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants him&lt;br /&gt;They just turn their heads&lt;br /&gt;Nobody helps him&lt;br /&gt;Now he has his revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy boots of lead&lt;br /&gt;Fills his victims full of dread&lt;br /&gt;Running as fast as they can&lt;br /&gt;Iron man lives again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4053070248972789039?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4053070248972789039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4053070248972789039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4053070248972789039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4053070248972789039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-sabbath-iron-man.html' title='Black Sabbath - Iron Man'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-868860384405713582</id><published>2009-04-07T14:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:17:03.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duran Duran - Wild boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gCWyYOOS8FQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gCWyYOOS8FQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wild boys are calling &lt;br /&gt;On their way back from the fire&lt;br /&gt;In august moon's surrender to &lt;br /&gt;A dust cloud on the rise&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys fallen far from glory&lt;br /&gt;Reckless and so hungered &lt;br /&gt;On the razors edge you trail&lt;br /&gt;Because there's murder by the roadside &lt;br /&gt;In a sore afraid new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to break us, &lt;br /&gt;Looks like they'll try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys never lose it&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys never chose this way&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys never close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys always shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got sirens for a welcome &lt;br /&gt;There's bloodstain for your pain&lt;br /&gt;And your telephone been ringing while &lt;br /&gt;You're dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys wonder where is glory&lt;br /&gt;Where is all you angels &lt;br /&gt;Now the figureheads have fell&lt;br /&gt;And lovers war with arrows over &lt;br /&gt;Secrets they could tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to tame you &lt;br /&gt;Looks like they'll try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys never lose it&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys never chose this way&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys never close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Wild boys always shine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-868860384405713582?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/868860384405713582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=868860384405713582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/868860384405713582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/868860384405713582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/duran-duran-wild-boys.html' title='Duran Duran - Wild boys'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8495122579630359409</id><published>2009-04-06T10:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:22:02.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Herminia Silva - Velha tendinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yhdw-2MsWps' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yhdw-2MsWps'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ti'Hermínia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao Arco da Bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Há uma loja “a Tendinha”&lt;br /&gt;De aspecto rasca e banal;&lt;br /&gt;Na história da bebedeira&lt;br /&gt;Aquela casa velhinha&lt;br /&gt;É um padrão imortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha taberna,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta Lisboa moderna,&lt;br /&gt;É a tasca humilde, eterna&lt;br /&gt;Que manténs a tradiçao;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha Tendinha,&lt;br /&gt;És o templo da “pinguinha”,&lt;br /&gt;Dos dois brancos, da gimbrinha,&lt;br /&gt;Da boémia e do pifão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutros tempos, os fadistas&lt;br /&gt;Vinham já grossos das hortas,&lt;br /&gt;P’ra o seu balcão caturrar;&lt;br /&gt;Os fidalgos e os artistas&lt;br /&gt;Iam p’r’ali horas mortas,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir o fado e cantar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha taberna,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta Lisboa moderna,&lt;br /&gt;É a tasca humilde, eterna&lt;br /&gt;Que manténs a tradiçao;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velha Tendinha,&lt;br /&gt;És o templo da “pinguinha”,&lt;br /&gt;Dos dois brancos, da gimbrinha,&lt;br /&gt;Da boémia e do pifão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8495122579630359409?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8495122579630359409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8495122579630359409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8495122579630359409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8495122579630359409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/herminia-silva-velha-tendinha.html' title='Herminia Silva - Velha tendinha'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1220792164313153773</id><published>2009-04-05T17:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:47:34.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amalia Rodrigues - Com que voz </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RBo6TuUoz7Q' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RBo6TuUoz7Q'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com que voz chorarei meu triste fado,&lt;br /&gt;que em tão dura paixão me sepultou.&lt;br /&gt;Que mor não seja a dor que me deixou&lt;br /&gt;o tempo, de meu bem desenganado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas chorar não estima neste estado&lt;br /&gt;aonde suspirar nunca aproveitou.&lt;br /&gt;Triste quero viver, pois se mudou&lt;br /&gt;em tristeza a alegria do passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim a vida passou descontente,&lt;br /&gt;ao som nesta prisão do grilhão duro&lt;br /&gt;que lastima ao pé que a sofre e sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto mal, a causa é amor puro,&lt;br /&gt;devido a quem de mim tenho ausente,&lt;br /&gt;por quem a vida e bens dele aventuro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1220792164313153773?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1220792164313153773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1220792164313153773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1220792164313153773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1220792164313153773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/amalia-rodrigues-com-que-voz.html' title='Amalia Rodrigues - Com que voz '/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5528951131494545040</id><published>2009-04-04T18:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:35:10.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fifth Dimension "Aquarius /Let The Sunshine In" (1969)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EegRh8Z4H-o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EegRh8Z4H-o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the moon is in the Seventh House&lt;br /&gt;And Jupiter aligns with Mars&lt;br /&gt;Then peace will guide the planets&lt;br /&gt;And love will steer the stars&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Age of Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius!&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony and understanding&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy and trust abounding&lt;br /&gt;No more falsehoods or derisions&lt;br /&gt;Golden living dreams of visions&lt;br /&gt;Mystic crystal revelation&lt;br /&gt;And the mind's true liberation&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius!&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is in the Seventh House&lt;br /&gt;And Jupiter aligns with Mars&lt;br /&gt;Then peace will guide the planets&lt;br /&gt;And love will steer the stars&lt;br /&gt;This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Age of Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius!&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius!&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius!&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[instrumental and tempo shift]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in&lt;br /&gt;Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in&lt;br /&gt;Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[continue to end with concurrent scat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let it shine, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody just sing along&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun shine in&lt;br /&gt;Open up your heart and let it shine on in&lt;br /&gt;When you are lonely, let it shine on&lt;br /&gt;Got to open up your heart and let it shine on in&lt;br /&gt;And when you feel like you've been mistreated&lt;br /&gt;And your friends turn away&lt;br /&gt;Just open your heart, and shine it on in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5528951131494545040?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5528951131494545040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5528951131494545040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5528951131494545040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5528951131494545040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/fifth-dimension-let-sunshine-in-1969.html' title='The Fifth Dimension &amp;quot;Aquarius /Let The Sunshine In&amp;quot; (1969)'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4001518106720035968</id><published>2009-04-03T10:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:46:38.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xutos e Pontapés - Longa Se Torna a Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Vu3Qcm7fQ-U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Vu3Qcm7fQ-U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E quando eu descobrir o segredo&lt;br /&gt;Da neblina cinzenta&lt;br /&gt;Que torna a agua barrenta&lt;br /&gt;E sem perdão me esmaga o peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando se levanta de repente&lt;br /&gt;A névoa que cobre o rio&lt;br /&gt;Que gela tudo de frio&lt;br /&gt;E escurece a corrente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longa se torna a espera&lt;br /&gt;Na névoa que cobre o rio&lt;br /&gt;Lenta vem a galera&lt;br /&gt;Na noite quieta de frio&lt;br /&gt;E quando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu apanhar finalmente&lt;br /&gt;O barco para a outra margem&lt;br /&gt;Outra que finde a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Onde se espere por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terei, terei mais uma vez a forca&lt;br /&gt;Para enfrentar tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Como a galinha e o ovo&lt;br /&gt;Num repetir de desgracas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longa se torna a espera&lt;br /&gt;Na névoa que cobre o rio&lt;br /&gt;Lenta vem a galera&lt;br /&gt;Na noite quieta de frio&lt;br /&gt;E quando...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4001518106720035968?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4001518106720035968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4001518106720035968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4001518106720035968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4001518106720035968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/xutos-e-pontapes-longa-se-torna-espera.html' title='Xutos e Pontapés - Longa Se Torna a Espera'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6215371682347310851</id><published>2009-04-02T10:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:30:21.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Azeituna - Bairro do Oriente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8Hyx-08J1l4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8Hyx-08J1l4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho à janela&lt;br /&gt;Uma velha cornucópia&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de alfazema&lt;br /&gt;E orquídeas da etiópia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um transistor ao pé da cama&lt;br /&gt;Com sons de harpas e oboés&lt;br /&gt;E cantigas de outras terras&lt;br /&gt;Que percorri de lés-a-lés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma lamparina&lt;br /&gt;Que trouxe das arábias&lt;br /&gt;Para te amar à luz do azeite&lt;br /&gt;Num kama-sutra de noites sábias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho junto ao psyché&lt;br /&gt;Um grande cachimbo d'água&lt;br /&gt;Que sentados no canapé&lt;br /&gt;Fumamos ao cair da mágoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um astrolábio&lt;br /&gt;Que me deram beduínos&lt;br /&gt;Para medir no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos astralinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem vem à minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Rebolar na cama e no jardim&lt;br /&gt;Acender a ignomínia&lt;br /&gt;E a má língua do código pasquim&lt;br /&gt;Que nos condena numa alínea&lt;br /&gt;A ter sexo de querubim &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6215371682347310851?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6215371682347310851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6215371682347310851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6215371682347310851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6215371682347310851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/azeituna-bairro-do-oriente.html' title='Azeituna - Bairro do Oriente'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-609448024608100092</id><published>2009-04-01T10:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:12:22.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Herman José - Historia do Capuchinho Rodrigues Monteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SFw-ZPfK5gw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SFw-ZPfK5gw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na sexta-feira 13 de Janeiro &lt;br /&gt;O capuchinho Rodrigues Monteiro &lt;br /&gt;vai à casinha da sua avozinha &lt;br /&gt;Com leite e mel dentro da cestinha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega à floresta, apanha uma flor' &lt;br /&gt;Fuma um cigarro e liga o transístor &lt;br /&gt;Ouve os rugidos do noticiário &lt;br /&gt;E vê que o mundo está todo ao contrário! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVA O ALMOÇO À AVOZINHA MARIA &lt;br /&gt;QUE MORA LONGE DALI &lt;br /&gt;A VELHA TEVE UMA PARALISIA &lt;br /&gt;VAI PÔ-LA A FAZER XIXI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe disse ao jovem, antes de partir &lt;br /&gt;Meu capuchinho, tu tens de lá ir &lt;br /&gt;Mas tem cuidado não subas a voz &lt;br /&gt;que anda nos bosques a loba feroz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai pela sombra da banda de cá &lt;br /&gt;E não te aventures pelos maus caminhos &lt;br /&gt;Olha que a loba é má, muito má &lt;br /&gt;É uma bicha que come os meninos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVA O ALMOÇO À AVOZINHA MARIA &lt;br /&gt;QUE MORA LONGE DALI &lt;br /&gt;A VELHA TEVE UMA PARALISIA &lt;br /&gt;VAI PÔ-LA A FAZER XIXI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O capuchinho desobedeceu &lt;br /&gt;Todo traquinas pelos bosques se meteu &lt;br /&gt;Armou aos cucos, correu veloz &lt;br /&gt;E deu de trombas co'a loba feroz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loba disse capuchinho rapagão ai que emoção &lt;br /&gt;Aonde vais com o cabazinho na mão todo gentil &lt;br /&gt;Ai fic'aqui que eu estou loca, loca, loca de paixão &lt;br /&gt;Vamos os 2 fazer a lua-de-mel pro meu cubil, pró meu cubil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai capuchinho que destino atroz &lt;br /&gt;Casou há dias com a loba feroz &lt;br /&gt;Por causa disso ficou a avozinha &lt;br /&gt;Sem a merenda e toda mijadinha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVA O ALMOÇO À AVOZINHA MARIA &lt;br /&gt;QUE MORA LONGE DALI &lt;br /&gt;A VELHA TEVE UMA PARALISIA &lt;br /&gt;VAI PÔ-LA A FAZER XIXI &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-609448024608100092?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/609448024608100092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=609448024608100092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/609448024608100092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/609448024608100092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/04/herman-jose-historia-do-capuchinho.html' title='Herman José - Historia do Capuchinho Rodrigues Monteiro'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6151625439263662861</id><published>2009-03-31T10:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:53:56.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devil (Neptunes RMX)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/iL_RbCGxqsc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/iL_RbCGxqsc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please allow me to introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;Im a man of wealth and taste&lt;br /&gt;Ive been around for a long, long year&lt;br /&gt;Stole many a mans soul and faith&lt;br /&gt;And I was round when jesus christ&lt;br /&gt;Had his moment of doubt and pain&lt;br /&gt;Made damn sure that pilate&lt;br /&gt;Washed his hands and sealed his fate&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guess my name&lt;br /&gt;But whats puzzling you&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of my game&lt;br /&gt;I stuck around st. petersburg&lt;br /&gt;When I saw it was a time for a change&lt;br /&gt;Killed the czar and his ministers&lt;br /&gt;Anastasia screamed in vain&lt;br /&gt;I rode a tank&lt;br /&gt;Held a generals rank&lt;br /&gt;When the blitzkrieg raged&lt;br /&gt;And the bodies stank&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guess my name, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whats puzzling you&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of my game, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I watched with glee&lt;br /&gt;While your kings and queens&lt;br /&gt;Fought for ten decades&lt;br /&gt;For the gods they made&lt;br /&gt;I shouted out,&lt;br /&gt;Who killed the kennedys? &lt;br /&gt;When after all&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me&lt;br /&gt;Let me please introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;Im a man of wealth and taste&lt;br /&gt;And I laid traps for troubadours&lt;br /&gt;Who get killed before they reached bombay&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But whats puzzling you&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;But whats confusing you&lt;br /&gt;Is just the nature of my game&lt;br /&gt;Just as every cop is a criminal&lt;br /&gt;And all the sinners saints&lt;br /&gt;As heads is tails&lt;br /&gt;Just call me lucifer&lt;br /&gt;cause Im in need of some restraint&lt;br /&gt;So if you meet me&lt;br /&gt;Have some courtesy&lt;br /&gt;Have some sympathy, and some taste&lt;br /&gt;Use all your well-learned politesse&lt;br /&gt;Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah&lt;br /&gt;Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guessed my name, um yeah&lt;br /&gt;But whats puzzling you&lt;br /&gt;Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down&lt;br /&gt;Woo, who&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, get on down&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby, whats my name&lt;br /&gt;Tell me honey, can ya guess my name&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby, whats my name&lt;br /&gt;I tell you one time, youre to blame&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whats me name&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, baby, whats my name&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, sweetie, whats my name&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, who, who&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6151625439263662861?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6151625439263662861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6151625439263662861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6151625439263662861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6151625439263662861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/rolling-stones-sympathy-for-devil.html' title='The Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devil (Neptunes RMX)'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-3455823568911467912</id><published>2009-03-30T19:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:03:09.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Tordo - Tourada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZrQzEXIUYQQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZrQzEXIUYQQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não importa sol ou sombra &lt;br /&gt;camarotes ou barreiras &lt;br /&gt;toureamos ombro a ombro &lt;br /&gt;as feras. &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nos leva ao engano &lt;br /&gt;toureamos mano a mano &lt;br /&gt;só nos podem causar dano &lt;br /&gt;espera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entram guizos chocas e capotes &lt;br /&gt;e mantilhas pretas &lt;br /&gt;entram espadas chifres e derrotes &lt;br /&gt;e alguns poetas &lt;br /&gt;entram bravos cravos e dichotes &lt;br /&gt;porque tudo o mais &lt;br /&gt;são tretas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entram vacas depois dos forcados &lt;br /&gt;que não pegam nada. &lt;br /&gt;Soam brados e olés dos nabos &lt;br /&gt;que não pagam nada &lt;br /&gt;e só ficam os peões de brega &lt;br /&gt;cuja profissão &lt;br /&gt;não pega. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com bandarilhas de esperança &lt;br /&gt;afugentamos a fera &lt;br /&gt;estamos na praça &lt;br /&gt;da Primavera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos pegar o mundo &lt;br /&gt;pelos cornos da desgraça &lt;br /&gt;e fazermos da tristeza &lt;br /&gt;graça. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entram velhas doidas e turistas &lt;br /&gt;entram excursões &lt;br /&gt;entram benefícios e cronistas &lt;br /&gt;entram aldrabões &lt;br /&gt;entram marialvas e coristas &lt;br /&gt;entram galifões &lt;br /&gt;de crista. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entram cavaleiros à garupa &lt;br /&gt;do seu heroísmo &lt;br /&gt;entra aquela música maluca &lt;br /&gt;do passodoblismo &lt;br /&gt;entra a aficionada e a caduca &lt;br /&gt;mais o snobismo &lt;br /&gt;e cismo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entram empresários moralistas &lt;br /&gt;entram frustrações &lt;br /&gt;entram antiquários e fadistas &lt;br /&gt;e contradições &lt;br /&gt;e entra muito dólar muita gente &lt;br /&gt;que dá lucro as milhões. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E diz o inteligente &lt;br /&gt;que acabaram as canções. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3455823568911467912?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3455823568911467912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3455823568911467912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3455823568911467912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3455823568911467912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/fernando-tordo-tourada.html' title='Fernando Tordo - Tourada'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2416529990305201678</id><published>2009-03-29T12:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:53:25.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Motley Crue - Girls,Girls,Girls Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/64HF10lsq54' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/64HF10lsq54'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday night and I need a fight&lt;br /&gt;My motorcycle and a switchblade knife&lt;br /&gt;Handful of grease in my hair feels right&lt;br /&gt;But what I need to make me tight are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girls, Girls&lt;br /&gt;Long legs and burgundy lips&lt;br /&gt;Girls,&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' down on Sunset Strip&lt;br /&gt;Girls&lt;br /&gt;Red lips, fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treat-sweet to eat&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween and New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;Yankee girls ya just can't beat&lt;br /&gt;But they're the best when they're off their feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girls, Girls&lt;br /&gt;At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girls. Girls&lt;br /&gt;Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girls, Girls&lt;br /&gt;Raising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the news&lt;br /&gt;In the Soho Tribune&lt;br /&gt;Ya know she did me&lt;br /&gt;Well then she broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a good good boy&lt;br /&gt;I just need e new toy&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya what, girl&lt;br /&gt;Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me a story&lt;br /&gt;You know the one I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Horse, Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;Forget the names, remember romance&lt;br /&gt;I got the photos, a menage a trois&lt;br /&gt;Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girls. Girls&lt;br /&gt;Body Shop. Marble Arch&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girls, Girls&lt;br /&gt;Tropicana's where I lost my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girls, Girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2416529990305201678?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2416529990305201678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2416529990305201678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2416529990305201678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2416529990305201678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/motley-crue-girlsgirlsgirls-live.html' title='Motley Crue - Girls,Girls,Girls Live'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5440369910452553256</id><published>2009-03-26T10:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:17:26.448Z</updated><title type='text'>Nasci, sonhei, Cresci e Amei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PsHAAZkhiDI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PsHAAZkhiDI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi deus&lt;br /&gt;Quedar-me aqui&lt;br /&gt;O doce que encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Na vida que me fez feliz&lt;br /&gt;Nasci, sonhei, cresci e amei&lt;br /&gt;Nasci..&lt;br /&gt;Fui criança e sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Que a sombra de amor&lt;br /&gt;Foi que nasci e me criei..&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei..&lt;br /&gt;Sonho irreal&lt;br /&gt;Em que era o rei&lt;br /&gt;Que fez do bem seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Cresci..&lt;br /&gt;Fiz castelos no ar&lt;br /&gt;Desejei-te amor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo corri para te encontrar..&lt;br /&gt;Além, quando te vi&lt;br /&gt;E agora sei qual a razão&lt;br /&gt;Porque nasci&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5440369910452553256?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5440369910452553256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5440369910452553256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5440369910452553256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5440369910452553256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/nasci-sonhei-cresci-e-amei.html' title='Nasci, sonhei, Cresci e Amei'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4849411567144152489</id><published>2009-03-25T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:11:29.964Z</updated><title type='text'>TUIST - Verdes Anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Zw7soCjjQD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Zw7soCjjQD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=Zw7soCjjQD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=Zw7soCjjQD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=Zw7soCjjQD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=Zw7soCjjQD" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Zw7soCjjQD/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/8ymAkX/music/QTtJqOlE/tuist-verdes-anos/"&gt;Verdes Anos - TUIST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi por te amar &lt;br /&gt;Que chorei ao partir, &lt;br /&gt;Morrer sem Deus... sofrer, calar... &lt;br /&gt;Querer descobrir &lt;br /&gt;Nosso Amor, nesse adeus ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi por saber &lt;br /&gt;Que amei, quando te vi &lt;br /&gt;Dois corações, num só bater &lt;br /&gt;Que te escrevi, &lt;br /&gt;No meu mar d'ilusões. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em luas cheias te amei &lt;br /&gt;Canção de um mar, feito por nós! &lt;br /&gt;Como a maré, eu jurei &lt;br /&gt;Voltar a ti... ficarmos sós. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi por amor... Nessa raiva acordei... &lt;br /&gt;No fundo a dor, desse entender &lt;br /&gt;Que te inventei... &lt;br /&gt;Venci, por te perder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por amar, &lt;br /&gt;Que te guardo em segredo &lt;br /&gt;Nesse lugar, perdido em mim &lt;br /&gt;No cais do medo &lt;br /&gt;Onde embarca o teu fim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em luas cheias te amei &lt;br /&gt;Canção de um mar, onde morri! &lt;br /&gt;Como a maré, eu jurei &lt;br /&gt;Sempre te amar... voltar a ti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi por amor... &lt;br /&gt;Nos nossos Verdes Anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4849411567144152489?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4849411567144152489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4849411567144152489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4849411567144152489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4849411567144152489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuist-verdes-anos.html' title='TUIST - Verdes Anos'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-583153374684265311</id><published>2009-03-24T09:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:47:29.473Z</updated><title type='text'>The Foundations - Build me up Buttercup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dYwnmjwhnHw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dYwnmjwhnHw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around&lt;br /&gt;And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still&lt;br /&gt;I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have from the start&lt;br /&gt;So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be over at ten", you told me time and again&lt;br /&gt;But you're late, I wait around and then (bah dah dah)&lt;br /&gt;I run to the door, I can't take any more&lt;br /&gt;It's not you, you let me down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey!) Baby, baby, try to find&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey!) A little time, and I'll make you happy&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey!) I'll be home&lt;br /&gt;I'll be beside the phone waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-oo-ooo, ooo-oo-ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around&lt;br /&gt;And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still&lt;br /&gt;I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have from the start&lt;br /&gt;So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my toy but I could be the boy you adore&lt;br /&gt;If you'd just let me know (bah dah dah)&lt;br /&gt;Although you're untrue, I'm attracted to you all the more&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey!) Baby, baby, try to find&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey!) A little time and I'll make you happy&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey!) I'll be home&lt;br /&gt;I'll be beside the phone waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-oo-ooo, ooo-oo-ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around&lt;br /&gt;And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still&lt;br /&gt;I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have from the start&lt;br /&gt;So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I need you-oo-oo more than anyone, baby&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have from the start&lt;br /&gt;So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-583153374684265311?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/583153374684265311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=583153374684265311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/583153374684265311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/583153374684265311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/foundations-build-me-up-buttercup.html' title='The Foundations - Build me up Buttercup'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6293976702807883846</id><published>2009-03-23T09:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:58:58.952Z</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Lee Lewis - Great Balls of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7IjgZGhHrYY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7IjgZGhHrYY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain&lt;br /&gt;Too much love drives a man insane&lt;br /&gt;You broke my will&lt;br /&gt;But what a thrill&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious great balls of fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at love cause I thought it was funny&lt;br /&gt;but you came along and moooooved me honey&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind &lt;br /&gt;This love is fine&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious great balls of fire! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me baby&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm feels good&lt;br /&gt;Hold me baby&lt;br /&gt;Welll I want to love you like a lover should&lt;br /&gt;You're fine, so kind&lt;br /&gt;Got to tell this world that you're mine mine mine mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs&lt;br /&gt;I'm real nervous but it sure is fun&lt;br /&gt;C'mon baby, you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious great balls of fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(piano solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll kiss me baby&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm feels good&lt;br /&gt;Hold me baby&lt;br /&gt;Welll I want to love you like a lover should&lt;br /&gt;You're fine, so kind&lt;br /&gt;Got to tell this world that you're mine mine mine mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs&lt;br /&gt;I'm real nervous but it sure is fun&lt;br /&gt;C'mon baby, drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious great balls of fire!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6293976702807883846?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6293976702807883846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6293976702807883846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6293976702807883846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6293976702807883846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/jerry-lee-lewis-great-balls-of-fire.html' title='Jerry Lee Lewis - Great Balls of Fire'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8709858917663488680</id><published>2009-03-22T10:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:52:42.609Z</updated><title type='text'>E.U.L. - Amor a Portugal </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/oW-aGuyBbQ4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oW-aGuyBbQ4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O dia há de nascer&lt;br /&gt;Rasgar a escuridao&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o sonho amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Ao som da canção&lt;br /&gt;E então:&lt;br /&gt;O amor há de vencer&lt;br /&gt;A alma libertar&lt;br /&gt;Mil fogos ardem sem se ver&lt;br /&gt;Na luz do nosso olhar&lt;br /&gt;Na luz do nosso olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um dia há de se ouvir&lt;br /&gt;O cântico final&lt;br /&gt;Porque afinal falta cumprir&lt;br /&gt;O amor a Portugal&lt;br /&gt;O amor a Portugal! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8709858917663488680?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8709858917663488680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8709858917663488680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8709858917663488680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8709858917663488680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/eul-amor-portugal.html' title='E.U.L. - Amor a Portugal '/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8845117392226642006</id><published>2009-03-21T11:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:01:46.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Raul Solnado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/iRvtUWGdYdQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/iRvtUWGdYdQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O rei dos comediantes nacionais. O mestre de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossível não reconhecer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8845117392226642006?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8845117392226642006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8845117392226642006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8845117392226642006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8845117392226642006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/raul-solnado.html' title='Raul Solnado'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6609191996265096620</id><published>2009-03-20T09:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:56:48.961Z</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd- Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8_anbEJsr6s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8_anbEJsr6s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Money, get away.&lt;br /&gt;Get a good job with good pay and youre okay.&lt;br /&gt;Money, its a gas.&lt;br /&gt;Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.&lt;br /&gt;New car, caviar, four star daydream,&lt;br /&gt;Think Ill buy me a football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, get back.&lt;br /&gt;Im all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.&lt;br /&gt;Money, its a hit.&lt;br /&gt;Dont give me that do goody good bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Im in the high-fidelity first class traveling set&lt;br /&gt;And I think I need a lear jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, its a crime.&lt;br /&gt;Share it fairly but dont take a slice of my pie.&lt;br /&gt;Money, so they say&lt;br /&gt;Is the root of all evil today.&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask for a raise its no surprise that theyre&lt;br /&gt;Giving none away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuh! I was in the right!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, absolutely in the right!&lt;br /&gt;I certainly was in the right!&lt;br /&gt;You was definitely in the right. that geezer was cruising for a&lt;br /&gt;Bruising!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Why does anyone do anything? &lt;br /&gt;I dont know, I was really drunk at the time!&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling him, he couldnt get into number 2. he was asking&lt;br /&gt;Why he wasnt coming up on freely, after I was yelling and&lt;br /&gt;Screaming and telling him why he wasnt coming up on freely.&lt;br /&gt;It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6609191996265096620?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6609191996265096620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6609191996265096620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6609191996265096620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6609191996265096620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-floyd-money.html' title='Pink Floyd- Money'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6273118314665203946</id><published>2009-03-19T09:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:23:08.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Caetano Veloso - A luz de tieta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/otKS5kyJYxc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/otKS5kyJYxc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todo dia é o mesmo dia&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão tacanha&lt;br /&gt;Nada novo sob o sol&lt;br /&gt;Tem que se esconder no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Quem na luz se banha&lt;br /&gt;Por debaixo do lençol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa terra a dor é grande&lt;br /&gt;A ambição pequena&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval e futebol&lt;br /&gt;Quem não finge&lt;br /&gt;Quem não mente&lt;br /&gt;Quem mais goza e pena&lt;br /&gt;É que serve de farol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém em nós&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos dentre nós&lt;br /&gt;Esse alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que brilha mais do que&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de sóis&lt;br /&gt;E que a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Conhece também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém aqui&lt;br /&gt;Fundo no fundo de você&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;br /&gt;Que grita para quem quiser ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Quando canta assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda noite é a mesma noite&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão estreita&lt;br /&gt;Nada de novo ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer saber&lt;br /&gt;Com quem você se deita&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode prosperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É domingo, é fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;É sete de setembro&lt;br /&gt;Futebol e carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Nada muda, é tudo escuro&lt;br /&gt;Até onde eu me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor que é sempre igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém em nós&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos dentre nós&lt;br /&gt;Esse alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que brilha mais do que&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de sóis&lt;br /&gt;E que a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Conhece também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém aqui&lt;br /&gt;Fundo no fundo de você&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;br /&gt;Que grita para quem quiser ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Quando canta assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Êta!&lt;br /&gt;Êta, êta, êta&lt;br /&gt;É a lua, é o sol é a luz de tiêta&lt;br /&gt;Êta, êta!...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém em nós&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos dentre nós&lt;br /&gt;Esse alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que brilha mais do que&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de sóis&lt;br /&gt;E que a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Conhece também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém aqui&lt;br /&gt;Fundo no fundo de você&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;br /&gt;Que grita para quem quiser ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Quando canta assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda noite é a mesma noite&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão estreita&lt;br /&gt;Nada de novo ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer saber&lt;br /&gt;Com quem você se deita&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode prosperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É domingo, é fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;É sete de setembro&lt;br /&gt;Futebol e carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Nada muda, é tudo escuro&lt;br /&gt;Até onde eu me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor que é sempre igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém em nós&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos dentre nós&lt;br /&gt;Esse alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que brilha mais do que&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de sóis&lt;br /&gt;E que a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Conhece também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe alguém aqui&lt;br /&gt;Fundo no fundo de você&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;br /&gt;Que grita para quem quiser ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Quando canta assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Êta&lt;br /&gt;Êta, êta, êta&lt;br /&gt;É a lua, é o sol é a luz de tiêta&lt;br /&gt;Êta, êta!...(4x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6273118314665203946?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6273118314665203946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6273118314665203946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6273118314665203946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6273118314665203946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/caetano-veloso-luz-de-tieta.html' title='Caetano Veloso - A luz de tieta'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4576367015888082199</id><published>2009-03-18T10:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:30:39.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Djavan - Meu Bem Querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JJsrPbtqdtA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JJsrPbtqdtA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meu bem querer&lt;br /&gt;é segredo, é sagrado&lt;br /&gt;está sacramentado&lt;br /&gt;em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;meu bem querer&lt;br /&gt;tem um quê de pecado&lt;br /&gt;acariciado pela emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu bem querer&lt;br /&gt;meu encanto, estou sofrendo tanto&lt;br /&gt;amor, e o que é o sofrer&lt;br /&gt;para mim que estou&lt;br /&gt;jurado pra morrer de amor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4576367015888082199?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4576367015888082199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4576367015888082199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4576367015888082199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4576367015888082199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/djavan-meu-bem-querer.html' title='Djavan - Meu Bem Querer'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-714437211004812035</id><published>2009-03-17T09:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:53:30.189Z</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles - Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kYl0iMSlMQg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kYl0iMSlMQg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there anybody going to listen to my story&lt;br /&gt;All about the girl who came to stay?&lt;br /&gt;She's the kind of girl you want so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you sorry&lt;br /&gt;Still you don't regret a single day.&lt;br /&gt;Ah girl! Ffff...Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all the times I've tried SO HARD to leave her&lt;br /&gt;She will turn to me and start to cry;&lt;br /&gt;And she promises the earth to me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe her&lt;br /&gt;After all this time I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, girl! Ffff...Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the kind of girl who puts you down&lt;br /&gt;When friends are there, you feel a fool.&lt;br /&gt;When you say she's looking good&lt;br /&gt;She acts as if it's understood.&lt;br /&gt;She's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh,&lt;br /&gt;Girl! Ffff...Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she told when she was young that pain&lt;br /&gt;Would lead to pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Did she understand it when they said&lt;br /&gt;That a man must break his back to earn&lt;br /&gt;His day of leisure?&lt;br /&gt;Will she still believe it when he's dead?&lt;br /&gt;Ah girl!Ffff...Girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-714437211004812035?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/714437211004812035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=714437211004812035' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/714437211004812035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/714437211004812035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/beatles-girl.html' title='The Beatles - Girl'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2201529593416360987</id><published>2009-03-16T10:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:07:50.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen - I'm your man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ES0Gc7Sqq-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ES0Gc7Sqq-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=ES0Gc7Sqq-" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=ES0Gc7Sqq-" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=ES0Gc7Sqq-" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=ES0Gc7Sqq-" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/ES0Gc7Sqq-/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/morganic/music/cOxnSXWa/leonard-cohen-i-am-your-man/"&gt;I am your man - Leonard Cohen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;And if you want another kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear a mask for you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a partner&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want to strike me down in anger&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a boxer&lt;br /&gt;I will step into the ring for you&lt;br /&gt;And if you want a doctor&lt;br /&gt;I'll examine every inch of you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a driver&lt;br /&gt;Climb inside&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want to take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You know you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the moon's too bright&lt;br /&gt;The chain's too tight&lt;br /&gt;The beast won't go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I've been running through these promises to you&lt;br /&gt;That I made and I could not keep&lt;br /&gt;Ah but a man never got a woman back&lt;br /&gt;Not by begging on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd crawl to you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'd fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;And I'd howl at your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Like a dog in heat&lt;br /&gt;And I'd claw at your heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'd tear at your sheet&lt;br /&gt;I'd say please, please&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you've got to sleep&lt;br /&gt;A moment on the road&lt;br /&gt;I will steer for you&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to work the street alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll disappear for you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a father for your child&lt;br /&gt;Or only want to walk with me a while&lt;br /&gt;Across the sand&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;And if you want another kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear a mask for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2201529593416360987?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2201529593416360987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2201529593416360987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2201529593416360987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2201529593416360987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/leonard-cohen-im-your-man.html' title='Leonard Cohen - I&apos;m your man'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-3793726263324396833</id><published>2009-03-15T10:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:48:28.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Hugo Maia Loureiro - Canção De Madrugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VRBMW0Cdba4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VRBMW0Cdba4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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;&lt;br /&gt;Sei dos teus olhos acedos 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 um dia&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo há-de acender&lt;br /&gt;Uuma fogueira de sol e de fúria&lt;br /&gt;Que nos verá nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei beber em ti&lt;br /&gt;O vinho que pisei&lt;br /&gt;O fel do que sofri e dei&lt;br /&gt;Ddei do meu corpo chicote de força&lt;br /&gt;Rasei meus olhos com mágoa&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;&lt;br /&gt;E nunca te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada do que fiz&lt;br /&gt;Aamor que não logrei&lt;br /&gt;Mas quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei meu amor inventado que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Tteu corpo há-de acender&lt;br /&gt;Uuma fogueira de sol e de fúria&lt;br /&gt;Que nos verá nascer&lt;br /&gt;Então:&lt;br /&gt;&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 terras,&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 terras, nem ferros, nem farpas, nem farsas&lt;br /&gt;Nem MAL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3793726263324396833?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3793726263324396833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3793726263324396833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3793726263324396833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3793726263324396833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/hugo-maia-loureiro-cancao-de-madrugar.html' title='Hugo Maia Loureiro - Canção De Madrugar'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-3931060562188233542</id><published>2009-03-14T09:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:34:38.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Alison Krauss and Robert Plant - Please Read the Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MpjnaGOeHH4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MpjnaGOeHH4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Page And Plant Please Read The Letter lyrics &lt;br /&gt;Caught out running&lt;br /&gt;With just a little too much to hide&lt;br /&gt;Maybe baby&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna work out fine&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter&lt;br /&gt;I pinned it to your door&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how it all turned out&lt;br /&gt;We needed so much more&lt;br /&gt;Too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;A fool could read the signs&lt;br /&gt;Maybe baby&lt;br /&gt;You'd better check between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter, I wrote it in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;With help and consultation from&lt;br /&gt;The angels of the deep&lt;br /&gt;Once I stood beside a well of many words&lt;br /&gt;My house was full of rings and&lt;br /&gt;Charms and pretty birds&lt;br /&gt;Please understand me, my walls come falling down&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here that's left for you&lt;br /&gt;But check with lost and found&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;One more song just before we go&lt;br /&gt;Remember baby&lt;br /&gt;All the things&lt;br /&gt;We used to know&lt;br /&gt;Please read my letter&lt;br /&gt;And promise you'll keep&lt;br /&gt;The secrets and the memories and&lt;br /&gt;Cherish in the deep&lt;br /&gt;Ah -&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;Please read the letter that I wrote&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3931060562188233542?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3931060562188233542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3931060562188233542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3931060562188233542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3931060562188233542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/alison-krauss-and-robert-plant-please.html' title='Alison Krauss and Robert Plant - Please Read the Letter'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8876698342631816862</id><published>2009-03-13T09:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:19:39.531Z</updated><title type='text'>Los Hermanos - Anna Júlia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kYqPwAUn1I0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kYqPwAUn1I0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem te ver passar assim por mim não sabe o que é sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Ter que ver você assim sempre tão linda&lt;br /&gt;Contemplar o sol do teu olhar perder você no ar&lt;br /&gt;Na certeza de um amor me achar&lt;br /&gt;um nada pois sem ter teu carinho eu me sinto sozinho&lt;br /&gt;eu me afogo em solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anna Julia&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anna Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca acreditei na ilusão de ter você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Me atormenta a previsão do nosso destino&lt;br /&gt;Eu passando o dia a te esperar você sem me notar&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo tiver fim, você vai estar com um cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um alguém sem carinho será sempre um espinho&lt;br /&gt;dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anna Julia&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anna Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você já não quer o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;sei que você já não gosta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu não sou quem você sempre sonhou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou reconquistar o seu amor todo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anna Julia&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anna Julia&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anna Julia&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anna Julia,Julia,Julia uou, uou, uou &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8876698342631816862?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8876698342631816862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8876698342631816862' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8876698342631816862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8876698342631816862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/los-hermanos-anna-julia.html' title='Los Hermanos - Anna Júlia'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2599821158523034486</id><published>2009-03-12T09:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:38:57.750Z</updated><title type='text'>TUCP - Sempre que Brilha o Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/87n3mVKYVNo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/87n3mVKYVNo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sempre que brilha o Sol naquela praia&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o teu corpo vibrar dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;O teu respirar&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;O cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Os teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Estremeço Oh! Oh! Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que brilha o Sol naquela praia&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o teu corpo vibrar dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;O teu respirar&lt;br /&gt;A saudade&lt;br /&gt;A loucura&lt;br /&gt;O delírio&lt;br /&gt;Eu estremeço Oh! Oh! Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música mais tocada para os lados de Carnide, concretamente no ISLA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2599821158523034486?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2599821158523034486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2599821158523034486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2599821158523034486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2599821158523034486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/tucp-sempre-que-brilha-o-sol.html' title='TUCP - Sempre que Brilha o Sol'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7004274556287630286</id><published>2009-03-11T09:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:33:43.929Z</updated><title type='text'>Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MrelPOP518g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MrelPOP518g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This thing called love I just can't handle it &lt;br /&gt;this thing called love I must get round to it &lt;br /&gt;I ain't ready &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;This (This Thing) called love &lt;br /&gt;(Called Love) &lt;br /&gt;It cries (Like a baby) &lt;br /&gt;In a cradle all night &lt;br /&gt;It swings (Woo Woo) &lt;br /&gt;It jives (Woo Woo) &lt;br /&gt;It shakes all over like a jelly fish, &lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my baby &lt;br /&gt;She knows how to Rock n' roll &lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy &lt;br /&gt;She gives me hot and cold fever &lt;br /&gt;Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be cool relax, get hip &lt;br /&gt;Get on my track's &lt;br /&gt;Take a back seat, hitch-hike &lt;br /&gt;And take a long ride on my motor bike &lt;br /&gt;Until I'm ready &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be cool relax, get hip &lt;br /&gt;Get on my track's &lt;br /&gt;Take a back seat, hitch-hike &lt;br /&gt;And take a long ride on my motor bike &lt;br /&gt;Until I'm ready (Ready Freddie) &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing called love I just can't handle it &lt;br /&gt;this thing called love I must get round to it &lt;br /&gt;I ain't ready &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;br /&gt;Crazy little thing called love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7004274556287630286?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7004274556287630286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7004274556287630286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7004274556287630286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7004274556287630286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/queen-crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title='Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8269438371163999315</id><published>2009-03-10T10:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:25:37.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Creedence Clearwater Revival - Have You Ever Seen The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JeORFJYxNhw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JeORFJYxNhw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;storm,&lt;br /&gt;I know; its been comin for some time.&lt;br /&gt;When its over, so they say, itll rain a sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;I know; shinin down like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, have you ever seen the rain&lt;br /&gt;Comin down on a sunny day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard,&lt;br /&gt;I know; been that way for all my time.&lt;br /&gt;til forever, on it goes through the circle, fast and slow,&lt;br /&gt;I know; it cant stop, I wonder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8269438371163999315?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8269438371163999315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8269438371163999315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8269438371163999315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8269438371163999315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/creedence-clearwater-revival-have-you.html' title='Creedence Clearwater Revival - Have You Ever Seen The Rain'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7537408304721219704</id><published>2009-03-09T10:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:16:58.329Z</updated><title type='text'>OT 2004 - Entre-Act - Medley Ary dos Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/L14-iKuZpt0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/L14-iKuZpt0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem foi foi quem fez serva sem servir?&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi que me fez escrava sem querer?&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi que disse que eu podia ir&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe quanto nós podemos ser?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quem me viu calada e triste&lt;br /&gt;E despertou em mim um mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a esperança que resiste&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o meu sangue, apenas o meu povo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a esperança que resiste&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o meu sangue, apenas o meu povo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha laranja amarga e doce&lt;br /&gt;meu poema&lt;br /&gt;feito de gomos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;minha pena&lt;br /&gt;pesada e leve&lt;br /&gt;secreta e pura&lt;br /&gt;minha passagem para o breve breve&lt;br /&gt;instante da loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Minha ousadia&lt;br /&gt;meu galope&lt;br /&gt;minha rédea&lt;br /&gt;meu potro doido&lt;br /&gt;minha chama&lt;br /&gt;minha réstia&lt;br /&gt;de luz intensa&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;em ti eu provo&lt;br /&gt;por ti consigo&lt;br /&gt;esta força que de novo&lt;br /&gt;em ti persigo&lt;br /&gt;em ti percorro&lt;br /&gt;cavalo à solta&lt;br /&gt;pela margem do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;minha amargura&lt;br /&gt;minha coragem de correr contra a ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo&lt;br /&gt;Abre também a tua voz e vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Não cantaremos nunca mais o fado antigo.&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;Em cada verso há um homem que não chora&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro é o sítio onde se mora.&lt;br /&gt;Cantar é ser um pássaro de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Poisado no olhar duma criança&lt;br /&gt;Que de olhar nunca se cansa.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo&lt;br /&gt;Vou-te dizer palavras loiras como o trigo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje cantar é aprender a estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;Cada palavra tem o gosto duma amora&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente apanha e morde pela vida fora.&lt;br /&gt;Cantar é ter um sol dentro da voz&lt;br /&gt;E repartir o sol por todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;Cantar é não estarmos sós.&lt;br /&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 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 fará vencer..&lt;br /&gt;Então:&lt;br /&gt;Nem choros, nem medos, nem uivos, nem gritos, nem&lt;br /&gt;pedras, nem facas, nem fomes, nem secas, nem farsas, nem forças, nem feras, nem mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal ai meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Coração desta minha canção&lt;br /&gt;Bate, bate coração&lt;br /&gt;Para ver a vida melhor&lt;br /&gt;Portugal ai meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Coração desta minha canção&lt;br /&gt;Bate, bate coração&lt;br /&gt;Para ver a vida melhor&lt;br /&gt;Portugal ai meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Coração desta minha canção&lt;br /&gt;Bate, bate coração&lt;br /&gt;Para ver a vida melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que faça melhor? Duvido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7537408304721219704?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7537408304721219704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7537408304721219704' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7537408304721219704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7537408304721219704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/ot-2004-entre-act-medley-ary-dos-santos.html' title='OT 2004 - Entre-Act - Medley Ary dos Santos'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4304697186309168042</id><published>2009-03-08T17:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:46:45.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Gardel - Por una Cabeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SdZW7Hd8J8A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SdZW7Hd8J8A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sem comentários. Apreciem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4304697186309168042?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4304697186309168042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4304697186309168042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4304697186309168042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4304697186309168042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/carlos-gardel-por-una-cabeza.html' title='Carlos Gardel - Por una Cabeza'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-6584340234659720858</id><published>2009-03-07T09:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:59:30.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Roberto Carlos - Detalhes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mLdxu0PeAGY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mLdxu0PeAGY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma das músicas mais belas que eu me lembro de ouvir, do rei da MPB, Roberto Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhes. Da vida. De tudo o que nos rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta nem tentar&lt;br /&gt;Me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Durante muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Em sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhes tão pequenos&lt;br /&gt;De nós dois&lt;br /&gt;São coisas muito grandes&lt;br /&gt;Prá esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E a toda hora vão&lt;br /&gt;Estar presentes&lt;br /&gt;Você vai ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um outro cabeludo&lt;br /&gt;Aparecer na sua rua&lt;br /&gt;E isto lhe trouxer&lt;br /&gt;Saudades minhas&lt;br /&gt;A culpa é sua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ronco barulhento&lt;br /&gt;Do seu carro&lt;br /&gt;A velha calça desbotada&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa assim&lt;br /&gt;Imediatamente você vai&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que um outro&lt;br /&gt;Deve estar falando&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Como eu falei&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu duvido!&lt;br /&gt;Duvido que ele tenha&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;E até os erros&lt;br /&gt;Do meu português ruim&lt;br /&gt;E nessa hora você vai&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite envolvida&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio do seu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Antes de dormir você procura&lt;br /&gt;O meu retrato&lt;br /&gt;Mas da moldura não sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Quem lhe sorri&lt;br /&gt;Mas você vê o meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isso vai fazer você&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém tocar&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo como eu&lt;br /&gt;Não diga nada&lt;br /&gt;Não vá dizer&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome sem querer&lt;br /&gt;À pessoa errada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando ter amor&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento&lt;br /&gt;Desesperada você&lt;br /&gt;Tenta até o fim&lt;br /&gt;E até nesse momento você vai&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que esses detalhes&lt;br /&gt;Vão sumir na longa estrada&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo que transforma&lt;br /&gt;Todo amor em quase nada&lt;br /&gt;Mas "quase"&lt;br /&gt;Também é mais um detalhe&lt;br /&gt;Um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Não vai morrer assim&lt;br /&gt;Por isso&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando você vai&lt;br /&gt;Vai lembrar de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta nem tentar&lt;br /&gt;Me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Durante muito&lt;br /&gt;Muito tempo em sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viver&lt;br /&gt;Não, não adianta nem tentar&lt;br /&gt;Me esquecer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-6584340234659720858?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/6584340234659720858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=6584340234659720858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6584340234659720858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/6584340234659720858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/roberto-carlos-detalhes.html' title='Roberto Carlos - Detalhes'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-8971664625134206780</id><published>2009-03-06T10:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:06:16.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Muse - Unintended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XMCUg1J8nuI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XMCUg1J8nuI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que dizer mais? É Muse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended &lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions &lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the one who challenged &lt;br /&gt;All my dreams and all my balance &lt;br /&gt;She could never be as good as you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended &lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended &lt;br /&gt;You should be the one I'll always love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-8971664625134206780?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/8971664625134206780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=8971664625134206780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8971664625134206780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/8971664625134206780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/muse-unintended.html' title='Muse - Unintended'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-252145819003069279</id><published>2009-03-05T09:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:56:29.955Z</updated><title type='text'>Ana Moura - O Que Foi Que Aconteceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XO9tw-DAArU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XO9tw-DAArU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aconteceu &lt;br /&gt;Eu não estava à tua espera &lt;br /&gt;E tu não me procuravas &lt;br /&gt;Nem sabias quem eu era &lt;br /&gt;Eu estava ali só porque tinha que estar &lt;br /&gt;E tu chegaste porque tinhas que chegar &lt;br /&gt;Olhei para ti &lt;br /&gt;O mundo inteiro parou &lt;br /&gt;Nesse instante a minha vida &lt;br /&gt;A minha vida mudou &lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno &lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu &lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos? &lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu? &lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno &lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu &lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos, meu amor? &lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu? &lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu &lt;br /&gt;Chama-lhe sorte ou azar &lt;br /&gt;Eu não estava à tua espera &lt;br /&gt;E tu voltaste a passar &lt;br /&gt;Nunca senti bater o meu coração &lt;br /&gt;Como senti ao sentir a tua mão &lt;br /&gt;Na tua boca o tempo voltou atrás &lt;br /&gt;E se fui louca &lt;br /&gt;Essa loucura &lt;br /&gt;Essa loucura foi paz &lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno &lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu &lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos? &lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu? &lt;br /&gt;Tudo era para ser eterno &lt;br /&gt;E tu para sempre meu &lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que nos perdemos, meu amor? &lt;br /&gt;O que foi que aconteceu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-252145819003069279?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/252145819003069279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=252145819003069279' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/252145819003069279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/252145819003069279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/ana-moura-o-que-foi-que-aconteceu.html' title='Ana Moura - O Que Foi Que Aconteceu'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-314834630911570534</id><published>2009-03-04T09:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:57:22.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Ray Charles - Georgia on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Thls_tMuFkc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Thls_tMuFkc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um dos filmes que me marcou, pela sua força, persistência, carácter foi Ray. Uma interpretação brilhante de Jamie Foxx, retratando o imortal Ray Charles. As dificuldades que teve que passar, os boicotes à sua música e as limitações inerentes à sua cegueira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a sua mestria ao piano. E uma das músicas mais marcantes dá pelo nome de "Georgia on my mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia, Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;The whole day through&lt;br /&gt;Just an old sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm say Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Georgia&lt;br /&gt;A song of you&lt;br /&gt;Comes as sweet and clear&lt;br /&gt;As moonlight through the pines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other arms reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Other eyes smile tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Still in peaceful dreams I see&lt;br /&gt;The road leads back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Georgia, no peace I find&lt;br /&gt;Just an old sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other arms reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Other eyes smile tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Still in peaceful dreams I see&lt;br /&gt;The road leads back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;No peace, no peace I find&lt;br /&gt;Just this old, sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said just an old sweet song,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-314834630911570534?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/314834630911570534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=314834630911570534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/314834630911570534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/314834630911570534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/ray-charles-georgia-on-my-mind.html' title='Ray Charles - Georgia on my mind'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5839267351911374845</id><published>2009-03-03T09:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:44:54.567Z</updated><title type='text'>juan luis guerra - bachata rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/r9UIl8I6WBQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/r9UIl8I6WBQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bachata. Ritmo latino lento, semelhante à rumba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta música tem a particularidade de ter sido influenciada pelo "Livro das Perguntas" de Pablo Neruda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também pelo ayayay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo una rosa&lt;br /&gt;la encontré en el camino&lt;br /&gt;no sé si está desnuda&lt;br /&gt;o tiene un solo vestido&lt;br /&gt;no, no lo sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la riega el verano&lt;br /&gt;o se embriaga de olvido&lt;br /&gt;si alguna vez fue amada&lt;br /&gt;o tiene amores escondidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ayayay, amor&lt;br /&gt;eres la rosa que me da calor&lt;br /&gt;eres el sueño de mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;un letargo de azul&lt;br /&gt;un eclipse de mar, pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ayayay, amor&lt;br /&gt;yo soy satélite y tú eres mi sol&lt;br /&gt;un universo de agua mineral&lt;br /&gt;un espacio de luz&lt;br /&gt;que sólo llenas tú, ay amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayayayay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo mis manos&lt;br /&gt;mis párpados caídos&lt;br /&gt;el beso más profundo&lt;br /&gt;el que se ahoga en un gemido, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo un otoño&lt;br /&gt;un día entre Abril y Junio&lt;br /&gt;un rayo de ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;un corazón al desnudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ayayay, amor&lt;br /&gt;eres la rosa que me da calor&lt;br /&gt;eres el sueño de mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;un letargo de azul&lt;br /&gt;un eclipse de mar, vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ayayay, amor&lt;br /&gt;yo soy satélite y tú eres mi sol&lt;br /&gt;un universo de agua mineral&lt;br /&gt;un espacio de luz&lt;br /&gt;que sólo llenas tú, ay amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5839267351911374845?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5839267351911374845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5839267351911374845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5839267351911374845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5839267351911374845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/juan-luis-guerra-bachata-rosa.html' title='juan luis guerra - bachata rosa'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7962245723375522293</id><published>2009-03-02T19:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:52:18.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Sérgio Godinho - Lisboa que amanhece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/HVh86j7vCMw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HVh86j7vCMw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cansados vão os corpos para casa&lt;br /&gt;Dos ritmos imitados doutra dança&lt;br /&gt;A noite finge ser&lt;br /&gt;Ainda uma criança de olhos na lua&lt;br /&gt;Com a sua&lt;br /&gt;Cegueira da razão e do desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite é cega, as sombras de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;São da cidade branca a escura face&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa é mãe solteira&lt;br /&gt;Amou como se fosse a mais indefesa&lt;br /&gt;Princesa&lt;br /&gt;Que as trevas algum dia coroaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se dura sempre esse teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas o que resta desta noite&lt;br /&gt;O vento, enfim, parou&lt;br /&gt;Já mal o vejo&lt;br /&gt;Por sobre o Tejo&lt;br /&gt;E já tudo pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que parece&lt;br /&gt;Na Lisboa que amanhece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tejo que reflecte o dia à solta&lt;br /&gt;æ noite é prisioneiro dos olhares&lt;br /&gt;Ao Cais dos Miradoiros&lt;br /&gt;Vão chegando dos bares os navegantes&lt;br /&gt;Amantes&lt;br /&gt;Das teias que o amor e o fumo tecem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Necas que julgou que era cantora&lt;br /&gt;Que as dádivas da noite são eternas&lt;br /&gt;Mal chega a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Tem que rapar as pernas para que o dia&lt;br /&gt;Não traia&lt;br /&gt;Dietriches que não foram nem Marlénes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sonhos, é sabido, não se morre&lt;br /&gt;Aliás essa é a Única vantagem&lt;br /&gt;De após o vão trabalho&lt;br /&gt;O povo ir de viagem ao sono fundo&lt;br /&gt;Fecundo&lt;br /&gt;Em glórias e terrores e aventuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai de quem acorda estremunhado&lt;br /&gt;Espreitando pela fresta a ver se é dia&lt;br /&gt;E as simples ansiedades&lt;br /&gt;Ditam sentenças friamente ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Ruído&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite se acostuma e transfigura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Lisboa que amanhece&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7962245723375522293?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7962245723375522293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7962245723375522293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7962245723375522293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7962245723375522293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/sergio-godinho-lisboa-que-amanhece.html' title='Sérgio Godinho - Lisboa que amanhece'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5002638921341031622</id><published>2009-03-01T18:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:20:17.444Z</updated><title type='text'>The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/2F0PFIXAGq/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/2F0PFIXAGq/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/0GTRYrw/video/qMmx4eDT/the-script-the-man-who-cant-be-moved-music-video/"&gt;THE MAN WHO CANT BE MOVED - THE SCRIPT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner, where I first saw you &lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, &lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna move &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard &lt;br /&gt;Got your picture in my hand &lt;br /&gt;Saying if you see this girl &lt;br /&gt;can you tell her were I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money &lt;br /&gt;They don’t understand, &lt;br /&gt;I’m not broke &lt;br /&gt;I’m just a broken hearted man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;What else can i do? &lt;br /&gt;How can I move on &lt;br /&gt;When I’m still in love with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ if one day you wake up and find &lt;br /&gt;that your missing me &lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth&lt;br /&gt;I could be, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you’d come back here to the place &lt;br /&gt;that we’d meet &lt;br /&gt;Then you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street,&lt;br /&gt;So I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says &lt;br /&gt;Son you cant stay here &lt;br /&gt;I say there’s someone &lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for if its a day, a month, a year, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground, &lt;br /&gt;even if it rains or snows, &lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind, &lt;br /&gt;this is the first place she will go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ if one day you wake up &lt;br /&gt;and find that your missing me &lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth &lt;br /&gt;I could be, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you’d come back here to the place that we’d meet &lt;br /&gt;Then you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street,&lt;br /&gt;So I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy, &lt;br /&gt;Thats waiting in on a girl &lt;br /&gt;Woah oh &lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes, &lt;br /&gt;But a big hole in his world &lt;br /&gt;Ooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll get famous for the man who can’t be moved, &lt;br /&gt;and maybe you wont mean to but you’ll see me on the news, &lt;br /&gt;and you’d come running to the corner, &lt;br /&gt;Cause’ you’ll know its just for you &lt;br /&gt;I’m the man who cant be moved &lt;br /&gt;I’m the man who cant be moved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ if one day you wake up, and find that your missing me, &lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be, &lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you’d come back here to the place that we’d meet &lt;br /&gt;and you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause’ if one day you wake up, and find that your missing me, &lt;br /&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be, &lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you’d come back here to the place that we’d meet &lt;br /&gt;and you’d see me waiting for you on the corner of the street &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner were I first saw you, &lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag and I’m not gonna move...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5002638921341031622?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5002638921341031622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5002638921341031622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5002638921341031622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5002638921341031622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/script-man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Script - The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4418413825419942846</id><published>2009-02-27T09:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:52:41.774Z</updated><title type='text'>Elvis Costello - (I don't want to go to) Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3YMdmvODwTo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3YMdmvODwTo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Possivelmente, a música que Scolari está a ouvir mais vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of all the lips that he licks&lt;br /&gt;And all the girls that he's going to fix&lt;br /&gt;She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle&lt;br /&gt;But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle&lt;br /&gt;Capital punishment, she's last year's model&lt;br /&gt;They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no it does not move me&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've seen the movie&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to check your pulse&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got new orders&lt;br /&gt;Be a nice girl and kiss the warders&lt;br /&gt;Now the teacher is away&lt;br /&gt;All the kids begin to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men come screaming, dressed in white coats&lt;br /&gt;Shake you very gently by the throat&lt;br /&gt;One's named Gus, one's named Alfie&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no it does not move me&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've seen the movie&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to check your pulse&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of all the lips that he licks&lt;br /&gt;And all the girls that he's going to fix&lt;br /&gt;She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle&lt;br /&gt;But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle&lt;br /&gt;Capital punishment, she's last year's model&lt;br /&gt;They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no it does not move me&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've seen the movie&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to check your pulse&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Chelsea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4418413825419942846?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4418413825419942846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4418413825419942846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4418413825419942846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4418413825419942846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/elvis-costello-i-don-want-to-go-to.html' title='Elvis Costello - (I don&amp;#39;t want to go to) Chelsea'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-2836729343964299146</id><published>2009-02-26T09:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:18:37.201Z</updated><title type='text'>Daft Punk - One More Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lH-0s0pRleg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lH-0s0pRleg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, all right&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, all right&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, all right&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, all right&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop dancing&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Dance feelin'&lt;br /&gt;Celebration tonight&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait to leave&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm... no&lt;br /&gt;He don't stop&lt;br /&gt;You can stop&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Celebration&lt;br /&gt;You know it's gonna cool the light&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Eh! Is feeling&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing in me&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;Air&lt;br /&gt;Come on, all right&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and dance are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Music is come billing so free&lt;br /&gt;We gonna celebrate&lt;br /&gt;one more time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-2836729343964299146?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/2836729343964299146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=2836729343964299146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2836729343964299146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/2836729343964299146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/daft-punk-one-more-time.html' title='Daft Punk - One More Time'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-1247973151111236459</id><published>2009-02-25T15:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:27:15.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Tordo - Cavalo À Solta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JYWOkZ13ZFg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JYWOkZ13ZFg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto pena.&lt;br /&gt;Que a "minha" geração não conheça a obra de José Carlos Ary dos Santos.&lt;br /&gt;Das magnificas letras, dos magníficos acessos de "loucura saudável".&lt;br /&gt;E de intérpretes que com ele privaram.&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Tordo, Paulo de Carvalho, Jorge Palma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma das músicas mais marcantes, com uma letra e música épicos, é este "Cavalo à Solta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha laranja amarga e doce&lt;br /&gt;meu poema&lt;br /&gt;feito de gomos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;minha pena&lt;br /&gt;pesada e leve&lt;br /&gt;secreta e pura&lt;br /&gt;minha passagem para o breve breve&lt;br /&gt;instante da loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha ousadia&lt;br /&gt;meu galope&lt;br /&gt;minha rédea&lt;br /&gt;meu potro doido&lt;br /&gt;minha chama&lt;br /&gt;minha réstia&lt;br /&gt;de luz intensa&lt;br /&gt;de voz aberta&lt;br /&gt;minha denúncia do que pensa&lt;br /&gt;do que sente a gente certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ti respiro&lt;br /&gt;em ti eu provo&lt;br /&gt;por ti consigo&lt;br /&gt;esta força que de novo&lt;br /&gt;em ti persigo&lt;br /&gt;em ti percorro&lt;br /&gt;cavalo à solta&lt;br /&gt;pela margem do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;minha amargura&lt;br /&gt;minha coragem de correr contra a ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso digo&lt;br /&gt;canção castigo&lt;br /&gt;amêndoa travo corpo alma amante amigo&lt;br /&gt;por isso canto&lt;br /&gt;por isso digo&lt;br /&gt;alpendre casa cama arca do meu trigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desafio&lt;br /&gt;minha aventura&lt;br /&gt;minha coragem de correr contra a ternura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-1247973151111236459?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/1247973151111236459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=1247973151111236459' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1247973151111236459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/1247973151111236459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/fernando-tordo-cavalo-solta.html' title='Fernando Tordo - 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Fausto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um fraquinho por ti &lt;br /&gt;tu não me dás atenção &lt;br /&gt;tu não me passas cartão &lt;br /&gt;quando me ponho a teu lado &lt;br /&gt;tremo nervoso de agrado &lt;br /&gt;e meto os pés pelas mãos &lt;br /&gt;tu vais gozando um bocado &lt;br /&gt;a beber vinho tostão &lt;br /&gt;eu com o discurso engasgado &lt;br /&gt;fico a um canto, que arrelia &lt;br /&gt;de toda a cervejaria &lt;br /&gt;onde vais rasgar a noite &lt;br /&gt;se te olho com ternura &lt;br /&gt;olhas-me do alto da burra &lt;br /&gt;que mais parece um açoite &lt;br /&gt;é um susto um arrepio &lt;br /&gt;que me malha em ferro frio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um fraquinho por ti &lt;br /&gt;que me vai de lés a lés &lt;br /&gt;tu dás-me sempre com os pés &lt;br /&gt;quando me atiro enamorado &lt;br /&gt;num estilo desajeitado &lt;br /&gt;disfarço em bagaço e café &lt;br /&gt;tu fumas o teu cruzado &lt;br /&gt;e fazes troça, pois é, &lt;br /&gt;já tenho o caldo entornado &lt;br /&gt;esqueces-me da noite p´ro dia &lt;br /&gt;em alegre companhia &lt;br /&gt;de batidas e rodadas &lt;br /&gt;tu ficas nas sete quintas &lt;br /&gt;marimbas, estás-te nas tintas &lt;br /&gt;p´ra que eu ande às três pancadas &lt;br /&gt;basta um toque sedutor &lt;br /&gt;eu cá sou um pinga-amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um fraquinho por ti &lt;br /&gt;que me abrasa o coração &lt;br /&gt;quase me arrasa a razão &lt;br /&gt;a tua risada rasteira &lt;br /&gt;põe-me de rastos, à beira &lt;br /&gt;do enfarte da congestão &lt;br /&gt;encharco-me em chá de cidreira &lt;br /&gt;mofas de mim atiras-te ao chão &lt;br /&gt;zombando à tua maneira &lt;br /&gt;lá fazes a despedida &lt;br /&gt;ao grupo que vai de saída &lt;br /&gt;dos amigos da Trindade &lt;br /&gt;mas no fim da noite, à noitinha, &lt;br /&gt;tu ficas triste e sozinha &lt;br /&gt;à procura de amizade &lt;br /&gt;e como é costume teu &lt;br /&gt;chamas o parvo que sou eu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afino uma voz de tenor &lt;br /&gt;ensaio um ar duro de macho &lt;br /&gt;quando estás na mó de baixo &lt;br /&gt;quero ver-te arrependida &lt;br /&gt;mas numa manobra atrevida &lt;br /&gt;rufia, muito mansinha, &lt;br /&gt;dás-me um beijo e uma turrinha &lt;br /&gt;que me põe num molho num cacho &lt;br /&gt;estremeço com pele de galinha &lt;br /&gt;e gosto de ti trapaceira &lt;br /&gt;da tua piada certeira &lt;br /&gt;do teu aparte final &lt;br /&gt;do teu jeito irreverente &lt;br /&gt;do teu aspecto contente &lt;br /&gt;do teu modo bestial &lt;br /&gt;noutra palavra mais quente &lt;br /&gt;eu tenho um fraquinho por ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3035735607600581450?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3035735607600581450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3035735607600581450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3035735607600581450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3035735607600581450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/fausto-eu-tenho-um-fraquinho-por-ti.html' title='Fausto - 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Samba do grande amor/ A Rosa'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-7690155835296498073</id><published>2009-02-22T10:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:52:00.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Chico Buarque e Carlos do Carmo - Fado Tropical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/HiN5AqGaSM8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HiN5AqGaSM8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chico Buarque. O poeta da lusofonia.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos do Carmo. O cantor único da lusofonia.&lt;br /&gt;Júlio Pereira. O mestre do bandolim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mito do "imenso Portugal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fado tropical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, musa do meu fado&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha mãe gentil&lt;br /&gt;Te deixo consternado&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro abril&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sê tão ingrata&lt;br /&gt;Não esquece quem te amou&lt;br /&gt;E em tua densa mata&lt;br /&gt;Se perdeu e se encontrou&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabes, no fundo eu sou um sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós herdamos no sangue lusitano uma boa dose de lirismo&lt;br /&gt;(Além da sifilis, é claro.)&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando as minhas mãos estão ocupadas em torturar, esganar,&lt;br /&gt;trucidar&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração fecha aos olhos e sinceramente chora...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com avencas na catinga&lt;br /&gt;Alecrins no canavial&lt;br /&gt;Licores na moringa&lt;br /&gt;Um vinho tropical&lt;br /&gt;E a linda mulata&lt;br /&gt;Com rendas do Alentejo&lt;br /&gt;De quem numa bravata&lt;br /&gt;Arrebato um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O meu coração tem um sereno jeito&lt;br /&gt;E as minhas mãos o golpe duro e presto&lt;br /&gt;De tal maneira que, depois de feito&lt;br /&gt;Desencontrado, eu mesmo me contesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se trago as mãos distantes do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;É que há distância entre intenção e gesto&lt;br /&gt;E se o meu coração nas mãos estreito&lt;br /&gt;Assombra-me a súbita impressão de incesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me encontro no calor da luta&lt;br /&gt;Ostento a agulha empunhadora à proa&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu peito se desabotoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a sentença se anuncia bruta&lt;br /&gt;Mais que depressa a mão cega executa&lt;br /&gt;Pois que senão o coração perdoa''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitarras e sanfonas&lt;br /&gt;Jasmins, coqueiros, fontes&lt;br /&gt;Sardinhas, mandioca&lt;br /&gt;Num suave azulejo&lt;br /&gt;E o rio Amazonas&lt;br /&gt;Que corre Trás-os-Montes&lt;br /&gt;E numa pororoca&lt;br /&gt;Deságua no Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Ai, esta terra ainda vai cumprir seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vai tornar-se um imenso Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-7690155835296498073?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/7690155835296498073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=7690155835296498073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7690155835296498073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/7690155835296498073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/chico-buarque-e-carlos-do-carmo-fado.html' title='Chico Buarque e Carlos do Carmo - Fado Tropical'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-4716654313240533756</id><published>2009-02-21T11:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:22:20.458Z</updated><title type='text'>Francisco Andrade e Simone de Oliveira - Sol d'Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tdJFt0Wi848' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tdJFt0Wi848'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabe Deus que eu quis contigo ser feliz &lt;br /&gt;Viver ao sol do teu olhar mais terno &lt;br /&gt;Morto o teu desejo, vivo o meu desejo &lt;br /&gt;Primavera em flor ao sol de Inverno &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que sonhei, onde estão? - Horas que vivi, quem as tem? &lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter coração e não ter o amor de ninguém? &lt;br /&gt;Beijos que te dei, onde estão? - A quem foste dar o que é meu? &lt;br /&gt;Vale mais não ter coração do que ter e não ter, como eu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu em troca de nada dei tudo na vida &lt;br /&gt;Bandeira vencida, rasgada no chão &lt;br /&gt;Sou a data esquecida, a coisa perdida que vai a leilão..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que sonhei, onde estão? - Horas que vivi, quem as tem? &lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter coração e não ter o amor de ninguém? &lt;br /&gt;Vivo de saudades, amor, a vida perdeu fulgor &lt;br /&gt;Como o sol de Inverno não tenho calor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ter coração e não ter o amor de ninguém? &lt;br /&gt;Vivo de saudades, amor, a vida perdeu fulgor &lt;br /&gt;Como o sol de Inverno não tenho calor..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-4716654313240533756?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/4716654313240533756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=4716654313240533756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4716654313240533756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/4716654313240533756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/francisco-andrade-e-simone-de-oliveira.html' title='Francisco Andrade e Simone de Oliveira - Sol d&amp;#39;Inverno'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-3371043499170342496</id><published>2009-02-20T09:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:45:55.671Z</updated><title type='text'>Incubus - Dig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6Z8cnXVGm1I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6Z8cnXVGm1I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incubus, uma das bandas que ouvia quando era criança, muito particularmente pela música "Drive", "Wish you Were Here", "Are You In" e agora com este "Dig".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a weakness, &lt;br /&gt;but some of ours are easy to identify, &lt;br /&gt;look me in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;and ask for forgiveness, &lt;br /&gt;we'll make a pact to never speak that word again, &lt;br /&gt;yes, you are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have something that digs at us, &lt;br /&gt;at least we dig each other. &lt;br /&gt;So when weakness turns my ego up &lt;br /&gt;I know you'll count on the me from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I turn into another &lt;br /&gt;dig me up from under what is covering &lt;br /&gt;the better part of me. &lt;br /&gt;Sing this song &lt;br /&gt;remind me that we'll always have each other &lt;br /&gt;when everything else is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a sickness &lt;br /&gt;that cleverly attaches and multiplies &lt;br /&gt;no matter how we try. &lt;br /&gt;We all have someone that digs at us, &lt;br /&gt;at least we dig each other. &lt;br /&gt;So when sickness turns my ego up &lt;br /&gt;I know you'll act as a clever medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I turn into another,&lt;br /&gt;dig me up from under what is covering &lt;br /&gt;The better part of me. &lt;br /&gt;Sing this song! &lt;br /&gt;Remind me that we'll always have each other &lt;br /&gt;when everything else is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, each other when everything else is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh....&lt;br /&gt;(15x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I turn into another &lt;br /&gt;dig me up from under what is covering &lt;br /&gt;the better part of me. &lt;br /&gt;Sing this song &lt;br /&gt;remind me that we'll always have each other &lt;br /&gt;when everything else is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, each other when everything else is gone. (x2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-3371043499170342496?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/3371043499170342496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=3371043499170342496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3371043499170342496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/3371043499170342496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/incubus-dig.html' title='Incubus - Dig'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1258573970206394338.post-5400870728788388689</id><published>2009-02-19T10:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:09:21.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Keane - Somewhere Only We Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6ina8bao0TU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6ina8bao0TU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta música envelheceu tal como um vinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked across an empty land&lt;br /&gt;I knew the pathway like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;I felt the earth beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the river and it made me complete&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a fallen tree&lt;br /&gt;I felt the branches of it looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place we used to love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1258573970206394338-5400870728788388689?l=reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/feeds/5400870728788388689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1258573970206394338&amp;postID=5400870728788388689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5400870728788388689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1258573970206394338/posts/default/5400870728788388689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofamirror.blogspot.com/2009/02/keane-somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='Keane - Somewhere Only We Know'/><author><name>Pedro Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359390671931553424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
