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*Sindicato de Óperários*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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bold;"&gt;La boulangère lui souriait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il ne la regardait pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et pourtant elle était belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les clients ne voyaient qu'elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il faut dire qu'elle était&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vraiment très croustillante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autant que ses croissants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et elle rêvait mélancolique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le soir dans sa boutique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ce jeune homme distant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il était myope voilà tout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais elle ne le savait pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il vivait dans un monde flou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Où les nuages volaient pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il ne voyait pas qu'elle était belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne savait pas qu'elle était celle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que le destin lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Envoyait à l'aveuglette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pour faire son bonheur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et la fille qui n'était pas bête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acheta des lunettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A l'élu de son cœur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dans l'odeur chaude des galettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et des baguettes et des babas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dans la boulangerie en fête&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un soir on les maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toute en blanc qu'elle était belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les clients ne voyaient qu'elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et de leur union sont nés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des tas des petits gosses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myopes comme leur papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gambadant parmi les brioches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se remplissant les poches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;De p'tits pains au chocolat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et pourtant elle était belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les clients ne voyaient qu'elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et quand on y pense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vie est très bien faite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il suffit de si peu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'une simple paire de lunettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pour rapprocher deux êtres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et pour qu'ils soient heureux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" 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Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-8999293385091031977</id><published>2008-12-23T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:30:19.324Z</updated><title type='text'>agliacci - Plácido Domingo Part 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Rqe2PT_GTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Rqe2PT_GTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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Plácido Domingo Part 9'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-404891235942023874</id><published>2008-12-23T01:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:23:36.998Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='38.7-I Pagliacci - Silvio a quest hora che imprudenza'/><title type='text'>I Pagliacci - Silvio a quest hora che imprudenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entretanto o chega Sílvio o seu amante , que lhe diz não arriscar nada porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;De longe vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canio e Beppe na taberna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;na taberna os avistei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas prudente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vim pelo caminho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;da floresta que conheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela conta-lhe então o que se passou com Tonio o corcunda. Silvio então pergunta-lhe se ela quer viver para sempre nessas ânsias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As festas terminaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e todos partirão amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nedda ! Nedda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quando tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiveres partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que será de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;da minha vida ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nedda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;responde-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se é verdade que nunca amaste Canio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;se é verdade que odeias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a vagabundagem e o trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que fazes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;se esse teu imenso amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;não é uma mentira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;partamos esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;foge, foge comigo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="xpalettetable" style="width: 130px; font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(187, 187, 187);" unselectable="on" onmouseover="PaletteOver(this)" onmouseout="PaletteOut(this)" onclick="PaletteClick('#cc0000')" bgcolor="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;amp;postID=404891235942023874" height="1" width="1" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=404891235942023874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/404891235942023874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/404891235942023874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-pagliacci-plcido-domingo-part-8.html' title='I Pagliacci - Silvio a quest hora che imprudenza'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1572441226170273462</id><published>2008-12-20T05:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:56:04.590Z</updated><title type='text'>I Puritani-A te o cara</title><content type='html'>Luciano Saldari &amp;amp; Gianna. d'Angelo cantam "A te o cara"da ópera  I Puritani de Bellini em 1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0pI8mvsRZ7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0pI8mvsRZ7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1572441226170273462?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1572441226170273462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1572441226170273462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1572441226170273462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1572441226170273462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-puritani-te-o-cara.html' title='I Puritani-A te o cara'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-86862439367116868</id><published>2008-12-18T03:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:08:13.542Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20.1-O sole mio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nunzio Todisco'/><title type='text'>O sole mio</title><content type='html'>Dall'Arena di Verona :Serata dedicata a Beniamino Gigl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;n'aria serena doppo na tempesta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma n'atu sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cchiu' bello, oi ne'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'o sole mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;‘o sole, ‘o sole mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lùcene 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e pe' tramente torce, spanne e canta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;lùcene 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma n'atu sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cchiu' bello, oi ne'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'o sole mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;‘o sole, ‘o sole mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quanno fa notte e 'o sole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;se ne scenne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me vene quase 'na malincunia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;quanno fa notte e 'o sole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;se ne scenne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma n'atu sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cchiu' bello, oi ne'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'o sole mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;‘o sole, ‘o sole mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sta 'nfronte a te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzmRPIqhF8g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzmRPIqhF8g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-86862439367116868?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/86862439367116868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=86862439367116868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/86862439367116868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/86862439367116868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-sole-mio.html' title='O sole mio'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6318557304763471161</id><published>2008-12-13T03:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:17:07.338Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40-Un canto a Galicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julio Iglésias'/><title type='text'>Un canto a Galicia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu queroche tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e ainda non o sabes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu queroche tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;terra do meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero as tuas ribeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que me fan lembrare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;os teus ollos tristes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que me fan chorare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Un canto a Galicia, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;terra do meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Un canto a Galicia, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;miña terra nai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teño morriña, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teño saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;porque estou lonxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de eses teus lares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu queroche tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e ainda non o sabes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu queroche tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;terra do meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero as tuas ribeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que me fan lembrare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;os teus ollos tristes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que me fan chorare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Un canto a Galicia, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;terra do meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Un canto a Galicia, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;miña terra nai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teño morriña, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teño saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;porque estou lonxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de eses teus lares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teño morriña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teño saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;porque estou lonxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de eses teus lares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;De eses teus lares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;De esos teus lares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;¡Teño morriña!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;¡Teño saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Un canto a Galicia, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;terra do meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Un canto a Galicia, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;miña terra nai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teño morriña, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teño saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;porque estou lonxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de eses teus lares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Un canto a Galicia, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;terra do meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Un canto a Galicia, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;miña terra nai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teño morriña, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teño saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;porque estou lonxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de eses teus lares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teño morriña, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teño saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;porque estou lonxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de eses teus lares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teño morriña, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;teño saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;porque estou lonxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de eses teus lares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR8Ah07tohI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR8Ah07tohI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6318557304763471161?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6318557304763471161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6318557304763471161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6318557304763471161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6318557304763471161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-canto-galicia.html' title='Un canto a Galicia'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-2768657939549422388</id><published>2008-12-11T00:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:11:31.821+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25.5-Águas de Março'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elis Regina'/><title type='text'>Águas de Março</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um resto de toco, um pouco sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É peroba do campo, é o nó da madeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Caingá, candeia, é o MatitaPereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a viga, é o vão, festa da cumeeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Passarinho na mão, pedra de atiradeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No rosto o desgosto, é um pouco sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um estrepe, é um prego, é uma ponta, é um ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um pingo pingando, é uma conta, é um conto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um peixe, é um gesto, é uma prata brilhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a luz da manhã, é o tijolo chegando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a lenha, é o dia, é o fim da picada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a garrafa de cana, o estilhaço na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É o projeto da casa, é o corpo na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um resto de mato, na luz da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;São as águas de março fechando o verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a promessa de vida no teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É uma cobra, é um pau, é João, é José&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um espinho na mão, é um corte no pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;São as águas de março fechando o verão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a promessa de vida no teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É um belo horizonte, é uma febre terçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;São as águas de março fechando o verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a promessa de vida no teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pau, pedra, fim, minho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Resto, toco, oco, inho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aco, vidro, vida, ó, côtche, oste, ace, jó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;São as águas de março fechando o verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;É a promessa de vida no teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaU0gDSmi84"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaU0gDSmi84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2768657939549422388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/guas-de-maro.html' title='Águas de Março'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1255502380793783790</id><published>2008-12-06T04:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:57:04.709Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque de Holanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mpb4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25.4-Roda Viva'/><title type='text'>Roda Viva</title><content type='html'>Tem dias que a gente se sente&lt;br /&gt;Como quem partiu ou morreu&lt;br /&gt;A gente estancou de repente&lt;br /&gt;Ou foi o mundo então que cresceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente quer ter voz ativa&lt;br /&gt;No nosso destino mandar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que chega a roda viva&lt;br /&gt;E carrega o destino prá lá ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda pião&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai contra a corrente&lt;br /&gt;Até não poder resistir&lt;br /&gt;Na volta do barco é que sente&lt;br /&gt;O quanto deixou de cumprir&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que a gente cultiva&lt;br /&gt;A mais linda roseira que há&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que chega a roda viva&lt;br /&gt;E carrega a roseira prá lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda pião&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roda da saia mulata&lt;br /&gt;Não quer mais rodar não senhor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso fazer serenata&lt;br /&gt;A roda de samba acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente toma a iniciativa&lt;br /&gt;Viola na rua a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que chega a roda viva&lt;br /&gt;E carrega a viola prá lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda pião&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O samba, a viola, a roseira&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia a fogueira queimou&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudo ilusão passageira&lt;br /&gt;Que a brisa primeira levou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peito a saudade cativa&lt;br /&gt;Faz força pro tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que chega a roda viva&lt;br /&gt;E carrega a saudade prá lá ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda pião&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas rodas do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRFw5u5wR4c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRFw5u5wR4c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1255502380793783790?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1255502380793783790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1255502380793783790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1255502380793783790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1255502380793783790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/roda-viva.html' title='Roda Viva'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6909035131742651803</id><published>2008-12-06T04:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:03:44.198+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque de Holanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25.3-Sem fantasia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Bethânia'/><title type='text'>Sem fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, meu menino vadio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, sem mentir pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, mas vem sem fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que da noite pro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você não vai crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, por favor não evites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu amor, meus convites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha dor, meus apelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou te envolver nos cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem perder-te em meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pelo amor de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem que eu te quero fraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem que eu te quero tolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem que eu te quero todo meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, eu quero te dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que o instante de te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Custou tanto penar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não vou me arrepender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só vim te convencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu vim pra não morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De tanto te esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu quero te contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das chuvas que apanhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das noites que varei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No escuro a te buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu quero te mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As marcas que ganhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas lutas contra o rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas discussões com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E agora que cheguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu quero a recompensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu quero a prenda imensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos carinhos teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRyOeRCkZYc"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRyOeRCkZYc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRyOeRCkZYc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6909035131742651803?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6909035131742651803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6909035131742651803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6909035131742651803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6909035131742651803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/sem-fantasia.html' title='Sem fantasia'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-8056479412606465214</id><published>2008-12-05T00:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:52:55.925Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='39-Canzione per te'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sergio Endrigo'/><title type='text'>Sergio Endrigo-Canzione per te</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;La festa è appena cominciata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;È già finita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Il cielo non è piú con noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Il nostro amore era l'invidia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Di chi è solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Era il mio orgoglio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;La tua allegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;È stato tanto grande ormai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non sa morire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Per questo canto e canto te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;La solitudine che tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi hai regalato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Io la coltivo come un fiore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chissa se finirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Se un nuovo sogno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;La mia mano prenderà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Se a un'altra io diró&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Le cose che dicevo a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma oggi devo dire che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ti voglio bene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Per questo canto e canto te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;È stato tanto grande ormai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non sa morire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Per questo canto e canto a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chissà se finirà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Si un nuovo sogno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;La mia mano prenderà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Se a un'altra io dirò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Le cose che dicevo a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma oggi devo dire che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ti voglio bene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Per questo canto e canto te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;È stato tanto grande ormai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non sa morire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Per questo canto e canto te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5SaLIqtVYA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5SaLIqtVYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5SaLIqtVYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-8056479412606465214?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8056479412606465214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=8056479412606465214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/8056479412606465214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/8056479412606465214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/sergio-endrigo-canzione-per-te.html' title='Sergio Endrigo-Canzione per te'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7125316473471251215</id><published>2008-12-05T00:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:06:59.561Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='38.4-I Pagliacci-04Qual fiamma avea nel guardo'/><title type='text'>I Pagliacci-Qual fiamma avea nel guardo</title><content type='html'>Nedda fica sozinha e um pouco apreensiva, iniciando então sa sua ária, sendo a primeira parte  da ária composta por um série de frases d aparência recitada, que recordam o tema da ameça anterior de Cânio. Num segundo momento, o canto adquire um carácter mais lírico, quando a rapariga se deleita com o sol de meados de Agosto. A alusão aos pássaros é fica assinalada pelas cordas e pr flautim e Nedda imita o seu trinado. A ária propriamente dita começa com a frase "Stridono lassú, liberamente"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Chilreiam lá em cima livremente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e lançam-se em voo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;voando como flechas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;as aves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Desafiam as nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e o sol ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e seguem pelos caminhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Deixai vagear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pela atmosfera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;esses seres sedentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;de azul e esplendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;também eles perseguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;um sonho,uma quimera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; vão por entre as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nuvens de ouro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que os acosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e ruja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a tempestade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;com as asas abertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tudo desafiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;os trovões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nada os pode deter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e voamsobre os abismos e o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Vão para um país estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que sonham talvez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e que procuram em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas os ciganos do céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;seguem o misterioso poder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que os impele e vão !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/drK007X2ZXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/drK007X2ZXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7125316473471251215?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7125316473471251215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7125316473471251215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7125316473471251215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7125316473471251215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-pagliacci-qual-fiamma-avea-nel-guardo.html' title='I Pagliacci-Qual fiamma avea nel guardo'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-5484767602591437514</id><published>2008-11-29T03:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:47:45.952Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque de Holanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zizi Possi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26.1-Anema e Core'/><title type='text'>Anema e Core</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuje ca perdimmo 'a pace'e 'o suonno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;num 'nce dicimmo, maje pecchè?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocche ca vase nun ne vonno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nun só' 'sti vvocche, oj né!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pure, te chiammo a num rispunne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pé ffà dispietto a mme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenimmoce accussì, ànema'e core,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nun 'nce lassammo cchiù manco pé n'ora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'stu desiderio 'e te, me fà paura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campà cu tte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempe cu tte!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pe' nun murì!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Che ce dicimmo a ffà, parole amare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;si'o bbene, po' campà cu nu respiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si smanie pure tu pé chist'ammore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenimmoce accussi... ànema e core!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forse sarrà ch'o chianto è doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;forse sarrà ca bbene fà...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quanno me sento cchiù felice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;num è felicità...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pure si'e vvote, tu mme dice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;distratta à verità...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenimmoce a accussi, ànema 'e core,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;num 'nce lassammo cchiù, manco pe' n'ora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stu desiderio 'e te, me fà paura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campà cu tte!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sulo cu tte'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pe' nun murì!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Che ce dicimmo a ffà, parole amare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;si'o bbene, pó campà cu nu respiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si smanie pure tu pé chist'ammore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenimmoce accussi... ànema e core!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KizafcvbRis"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KizafcvbRis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KizafcvbRis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-5484767602591437514?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5484767602591437514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=5484767602591437514' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5484767602591437514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5484767602591437514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/anema-e-core.html' title='Anema e Core'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-5479260575090206637</id><published>2008-11-25T04:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:08:03.051Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='38.3-I Pagliacci-03-Verso la chiesa'/><title type='text'>I Pagliacci-Verso la chiesa</title><content type='html'>O coro inicia então o seu canto que reflecte um dia de festa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a igreja&lt;br /&gt;vão os compadres,&lt;br /&gt;São eles que acompanham&lt;br /&gt;a comitiva&lt;br /&gt;que, aos pares , às vesperas&lt;br /&gt;vão com alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Os sinos&lt;br /&gt;Ah! vamos&lt;br /&gt;o sino chama-nos aos senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canio que estava de saída recorda que o espectáculo é às onze da noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Coro retoma cantando o mesmo convite para a ida a missa, é um canto de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;acabando por dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenção companheiros&lt;br /&gt;Din,don tudo irradia&lt;br /&gt;luz e amor. Ah!&lt;br /&gt;Mas os velhos vigiam&lt;br /&gt;os atrevidos amantes&lt;br /&gt;Já tudo irradia&lt;br /&gt;irradia, luz e amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don, din, don etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyU8FmxSyjw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyU8FmxSyjw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-5479260575090206637?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5479260575090206637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=5479260575090206637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5479260575090206637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5479260575090206637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-pagliacci-verso-la-chiesa.html' title='I Pagliacci-Verso la chiesa'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-714664666159600311</id><published>2008-11-25T04:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:18:36.803Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='38.2-I Pagliacci-02-Un grande spettacolo'/><title type='text'>I Pagliacci-Un grande spettacolo</title><content type='html'>Canio começa então a fazer a apresentação do espectáculo, dizendo que é às onze da noite, podendo assistir ás angústias do bom palhaço e como ele se vinga, fazendo tremer a carcassa de Tonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo aceita o convite diz que estará presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito dum copo numa taberna na encruzilhada, que um aldeão convida Canio para beber e que este aceita, porém perante a recusa de Tonio em ir, há um outro aldeão que insinua que ele não quer ir, para ficar sozinho e fazer a corte a Nedda a mulher do palhaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após o que se inicia a primeira ária do tenor " Un tal gioco, credetemi é meglio non giocarlo"&lt;br /&gt;onde ele diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que é melhor não se jogar esse jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;falo para Tonio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e para outros também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O teatro e a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não são a mesma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E se ali em cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o Palhaço surpreende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a sua esposa , com o belo galã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;faz um cómico sermão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;depois se acalma e rende-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;à força de pauladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E o público aplaude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rindo alegremente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas se surpreendesse Nedda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a sério, de outro modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;acabaria a história;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tão certo como estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui a falar convosco !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Este jogo, acreditai-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;é melhor não o jogar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém lhe pergunta &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tão a sério levas então a coisa&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A que Canio responde simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu ? Se vos parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;desculpai-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Adoro a minha esposa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHHHyGFi7yo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHHHyGFi7yo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-714664666159600311?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/714664666159600311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=714664666159600311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/714664666159600311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/714664666159600311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-pagliacci-un-grande-spettacolo.html' title='I Pagliacci-Un grande spettacolo'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7988878183465502964</id><published>2008-11-25T04:33:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:59:30.692Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-I Pagliacci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='38.1-I Pagliacci-01-Eh son qua'/><title type='text'>I Pagliacci-Eh son qua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Quando se abre o pano, anuncia-se a chegada à aldeia de Montalto de Calabria, duma companhia de palhaços de Canio, um modestíssimo grupo que viaja com uma pequena carroça e uma mula e que vem dar uma representação aproveitando a festa do lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coro dos aldeãos, transmite a alegria que vai por ali, comentando a chegada do palhaços do simpático Arlequim. Comentando que eles atiram ao ar os chapéus e dando vivas ao príncipe dos Palhaços como lhe chama, que afugenta as preocupações com o seu bom humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabando a dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Viva ! Viva o Palhaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;que garotos tão endiabrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Deus seja bendito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Viva ! Viva o palhaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;todos te aplaudem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3B9P1OsQT1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3B9P1OsQT1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7988878183465502964?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7988878183465502964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7988878183465502964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7988878183465502964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7988878183465502964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-pagliacci-eh-son-qua.html' title='I Pagliacci-Eh son qua'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6424078362696799630</id><published>2008-11-25T04:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:50:28.638Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='38-I Pagliacci-00-Abertura e Prologo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-I Pagliacci'/><title type='text'>I Pagliacci-Abertura e Prólogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Pagliacci - Ruggero Leoncavallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canio.........Plácido Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nedda..........Teresa Stratas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonio...............Juan Pons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peppe......Florindo Andreolli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silvio........Alberto Rinaldi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teatro Alla Scala, Milan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus Master :Romano Gandolfi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conductor: Georges Pretre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1ª Parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRez5o1UquY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZRez5o1UquY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois da abertura, segue-se o referido prólogo, cantado pela barítono Tonio, o bobo da companhia que na comédia interpreta o papel de Taddeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele aparece dizendo que é o Prólogo e que o autor o mandou explicar ao público que, embora esteja vendo a antigas máscaras, não deve pensar que o que irá ver em cena é falso, pelo contrário, o que vai representar-se não é mais do que um pedaço da vida, pois sob as modestas roupas do comediante, esconde-se uma pessoa como outra qualquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acaba dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já vos expus o conceito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;escutai agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como ele se desenvolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vamos. Começai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ª Parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFGaJNl95-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFGaJNl95-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6424078362696799630?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6424078362696799630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6424078362696799630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6424078362696799630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6424078362696799630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-pagliacci-abertura-e-prologo.html' title='I Pagliacci-Abertura e Prólogo'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-5842864670940437206</id><published>2008-11-25T03:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:57:17.558Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='37-Força do destino-Abertura'/><title type='text'>Força do Destino-Abertura</title><content type='html'>Berliner Philharmoniker&lt;br /&gt;Herbert von Karajan, Conductor&lt;br /&gt;1978&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhmS5ILD5pA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhmS5ILD5pA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-5842864670940437206?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5842864670940437206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=5842864670940437206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5842864670940437206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5842864670940437206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/fora-do-destino-abertura.html' title='Força do Destino-Abertura'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-4391222744057371063</id><published>2008-11-10T04:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:08:10.630Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicola Martinucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cesare Siepi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06.3-Aida - Mortal diletto ai Numi'/><title type='text'>Aida - Mortal, diletto ai Numi</title><content type='html'>No post anterior apresentei Siepi  que vi cantar em Lisboa em 1977, aqui canta de novo o papel de  Ramfis o sumo -sacerdote acomoanhado doutro nome que ouvi cantar em Lisboa em 1981, Nicola Martinucci neste mesmo papel de Radamés , mas não com Siepi, acompanhado elo nosso Álvaro Malta, numa Aida com Mara Zampieri e Stefania Toczyska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui cantam o final do 1º acto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lqHuCOGoQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lqHuCOGoQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-4391222744057371063?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4391222744057371063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=4391222744057371063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/4391222744057371063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/4391222744057371063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/aida-mortal-diletto-ai-numi.html' title='Aida - Mortal, diletto ai Numi'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-4370655737582612545</id><published>2008-11-10T03:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:12:09.132Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='36.1-Don Carlo-Ella giammai m&apos;amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cesare Siepi'/><title type='text'>Don Carlo-Ella giammai m'amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella giammai m'amò!... Quel core chiuso è a me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Amor per me non ha!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Io la rivedo ancor contemplar trista in volto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Il mio crin bianco il dì che qui di Francia venne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; No, amor non ha per me!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Come ritornando in se stesso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Ove son?... Quei doppier!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Presso a finir!... L'aurora imbianca il mio veron! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Già spunta il dì. Passar veggo i miei giorni lenti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Il sonno, oh Dio! sparì dagli occhi miei languenti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Dormirò sol nel manto mio regal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando la mia giornata è giunta a sera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Dormirò sol sotto la vôlta nera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Là, nell'avello dell'Escurïal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Ah! se il serto real a me desse il poter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Di leggere nei cor, che Dio può sol veder!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Se dorme il prence, veglia il traditor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Il serto perde il Re, il console l'onor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Dormirò sol nel manto mio regal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando la mia giornata è giunta a sera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Dormirò sol sotto la vôlta nera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Là, nell'avello dell'Escurïal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjQ9ksODSXE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjQ9ksODSXE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-4370655737582612545?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4370655737582612545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=4370655737582612545' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/4370655737582612545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/4370655737582612545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/don-carlo-ella-giammi-mamo.html' title='Don Carlo-Ella giammai m&apos;amo'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7691095354490875746</id><published>2008-11-10T02:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:31:51.632Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='36-Elixir do amor-2º acto'/><title type='text'>Elixir do amor-2º acto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem a vantagem para alguns, de estar legendado em inglês, mas de qualquer maneira faço uma pequena sinopse do que acontece neste acto final da ópera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O segundo acto começa com o ar festivo da festa de casamento, mas quando as pessoas passam a outra sala onde irá recorrer a assinatura do contrato matrimonial, aparece Nemorino que conta a Dulcamara, todo o seu desespero, por o eleixir não ter efeitos mais rápido. O aldrabrão pede lhe dinheiro para outra garrafa de elixir, que Nemorino não tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A entrada do sargento, aborrecido com o facto de Adina ter adiado mais uma vez o casamento. Quando Nemorino lhe conta as dificuldades financeiras, Belcore oferece-se para lhe resolver o problema desde que ele se aliste no exército, que Nemorino aceita, com o único objectivo de comprar outra garrafa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entretanto corre a notícia que o tio rico de Nemorino havia morrido, que suscita logo o interesse nas senhoras casadoiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belcore oferece os seus serviços a Adina que recusa. Após a entrada triste de Nemorino cantando a romança "Una furtiva lacrima". É então altura de Adina, lhe devolver o contrato de recrutamento que tirara a Belcore e lhe declarar o seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo acaba em festa e o povo acaba felicitando os noivos e o doutor tão ilustre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O jovem elenco é o seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adina -Suzanne Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino-Mark Donin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belcore-Michael O Hulkran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dulcamara-Nicolas Wenzel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gianetta-Elizabeth Koehler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7691095354490875746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7691095354490875746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/elixir-do-amor-2-acto.html' title='Elixir do amor-2º acto'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7444735332680304595</id><published>2008-11-07T05:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:01:05.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vitorino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='35-Queda do Império'/><title type='text'>Queda do Império</title><content type='html'>Vitorino - 30 Anos de Música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perguntei ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde foi encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mago sopro encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nau da vela em cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi nas ondas do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do mundo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terras da perdição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parco império mil almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por pau da canela e mazagão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pata de negreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tira e foge à morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a sorte é de quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A terra amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E no peito guardou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheiro da mata eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laranja, Luanda sempre em flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTRUMENTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pata de negreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tira e foge à morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a sorte é de quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A terra amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E no peito guardou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheiro à mata eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laranja, Luanda sempre em flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perguntei ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde foi encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mago sopro encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nau da vela em cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi nas ondas do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do mundo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terras da perdição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parco império mil almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por pau da canela e mazagão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pata de negreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tira e foge à morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a sorte é de quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A terra amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E no peito guardou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheiro da mata eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laranja, Luanda sempre em flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gt8q77yruNs"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gt8q77yruNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gt8q77yruNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7444735332680304595?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7444735332680304595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7444735332680304595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7444735332680304595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7444735332680304595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/queda-do-imprio.html' title='Queda do Império'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1917685511713541442</id><published>2008-11-05T03:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:40:26.286Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14.1-Unforgetable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nat King Cole'/><title type='text'>Unforgetable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Unforgettable, that's what you are&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable  though near or far&lt;br /&gt;Like a song of love that clings to me&lt;br /&gt;How the thought of you that stings to me&lt;br /&gt;Never before has someone been more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable in every way&lt;br /&gt;And forever more, that's how you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;That's why, darling, it's incredible&lt;br /&gt;That someone so unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I am so unforgettable too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable in every way&lt;br /&gt;And forever more, that's how you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;That's why, darling, it's incredible&lt;br /&gt;That someone so unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I am unforgettable too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8tRTZIx298&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8tRTZIx298&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1917685511713541442?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1917685511713541442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1917685511713541442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1917685511713541442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1917685511713541442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/11/unforgetable.html' title='Unforgetable'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3871668151363054069</id><published>2008-10-30T04:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:28:24.965Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='33.2-Delilah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Jones'/><title type='text'>Delilah</title><content type='html'>I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window&lt;br /&gt;I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my woman&lt;br /&gt;As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see, that girl was no good for me&lt;br /&gt;But I was lost like a slave that no man could free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting&lt;br /&gt;I cross the street to her house and she opened the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there laughing&lt;br /&gt;I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before they come to break down the door&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Delilah, I just couldn't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there laughing&lt;br /&gt;I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my, Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before they come to break down the door&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Delilah.. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8a_T3U1rg2I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8a_T3U1rg2I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-3871668151363054069?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3871668151363054069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=3871668151363054069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3871668151363054069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3871668151363054069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/delilah.html' title='Delilah'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-8981576077239809206</id><published>2008-10-30T03:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:11:35.970+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='33.1-Green green grass os home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Jones'/><title type='text'>Green green grass of home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The old home town looks the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As I step down from the train,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And there to meet me is my mama and papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Down the road I look and there runs Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hair of gold and lips like cherries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's good to touch the green, green grass of home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, they'll all be there to meet me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All creatures smiling sweetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's good to touch the green, green grass of home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The old house is still standing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Though the paint is cracked and dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And there's an old oak tree that I used to play on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hair of gold and lips like cherries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's good to touch the green, green grass of home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I awake and look around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cold gray walls surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I realize that I was only dreamin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's a guard and there's a sad old padre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, they'll all be there to meet me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the shadow of that old oak tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5IABqwVO2U"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5IABqwVO2U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5IABqwVO2U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-8981576077239809206?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8981576077239809206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=8981576077239809206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/8981576077239809206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/8981576077239809206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/green-green-grass-of-home.html' title='Green green grass of home'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1459183265450355388</id><published>2008-10-24T02:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:17:39.789+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elis Regina.Adoniran Barbosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='04.2-Iracrma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='04.4-Saudosa Maloca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='04.3-Um samba no Bixiga'/><title type='text'>Iracema e outras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iracema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRACEMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU NUNCA MAIS EU TE VI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRACEMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEU GRANDE AMOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOI EMBORA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOREI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU CHOREI DE DOR PORQUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRACEMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEU GRANDE AMÔ FOI VOCÊ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRACEMA, EU SEMPRE DIZIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUIDADO AO TRAVESSAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESSAS RUA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU FALAVA, MAS VOCÊ NÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME ESCUITAVA NÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRACEMA VOCÊ TRAVESSÔ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTRA MÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E HOJE ELA VIVE LÁ NO CÉU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELA VIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEM JUNTINHO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE NOSSO SENHÔ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE LEMBRANÇAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUARDO SOMENTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUAS MEIA E SEUS SAPATO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRACEMA, EU PERDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O SEU RETRATO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(DECLAMADO): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"IRACEMA FARTAVA 20 DIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRO NOSSO CASAMENTO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUE NÓIS IA SE CASÁ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOCÊ TRAVESSÔ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A SÃO JOÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VEM UM CARRO TE PÉGA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E TE PINCHA NO CHÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOCÊ FOI PRA SISTÊNCIA  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O CHOFÉ NÃO TEVE CURPA IRACEMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACIÊNCIA". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E HOJE ELA VIVE LÁ NO CÉU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELA VIVE BEM JUNTINHO DE NOSSO SENHÔ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE LEMBRANÇA GUARDO SOMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUAS MEIA E SEUS SAPATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRACEMA, EU PERDI O SEU RETRATO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um samba no Bixiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um domingo nóis fumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Num samba no Bexiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na rua Major,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na casa do Nicola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mezza notte o'clock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saiu uma baita de uma briga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era só pizza que avoava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junto com as brajola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nóis era estranho no lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E não quisemo se meter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não fumo lá pra brigá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nós fumo lá pra comê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na hora H se enfiemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debaixo da mesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiquemo alí de beleza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vendo o Nicola brigá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dali a pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escuitemo a patrulha chegá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o sargento Oliveira falá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Não tem importânça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou chamar duas ambulânça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carma pessoá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A situação aqui tá muito cínica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os mais pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vai pras Crínica."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudosa Maloca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se o senhor não tá lembrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da licença deu contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que aqui onde agora está esse adíficio arto, era uma casa veia, um palacete assobradado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Foi aqui seu moço que eu Mato Grosso e o Joca, contruimos nossa maloca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas um dia eu  nem quero me alembra, veio os home com as ferramentas, o dono mando derrubar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peguemo tudo as nossas coisas, e fumo pro meio da rua, apreciar a demolição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tristeza que eu sentia, cada tauba q caía, duía no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mato Grosso quis gritar, mas em cima eu falei, os home tá com a razão, nois arranja otro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só se conformemo quando Joca falo: "Deus dá o frio, conforme o cobertô"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E hoje nois pega  paia, nas grama dos jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E pra esquecer nós cantemos assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudosa maloca, maloca querida, din din donde  nos passemos os mais feliz de nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudosa maloca, maloca querida, din din donde nos passemos os mais feliz de nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ea5nMXIRxQM&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ea5nMXIRxQM&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1459183265450355388?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1459183265450355388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1459183265450355388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1459183265450355388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1459183265450355388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/iracema-e-outras.html' title='Iracema e outras'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3888297101830216851</id><published>2008-10-21T16:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:42:35.011Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dooley Wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='34.1.-As time goes by'/><title type='text'>As time goes by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You must remember this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The fundamental things apply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And when two lovers woo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They still say, "I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On that you can rely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No matter what the future brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moonlight and love songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never out of date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hearts full of passion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jealousy and hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woman needs man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And man must have his mate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That no one can deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's still the same old story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A fight for love and glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A case of do or die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The world will always welcome lovers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZkFNo2SQHdU"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkFNo2SQHdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkFNo2SQHdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-3888297101830216851?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3888297101830216851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=3888297101830216851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3888297101830216851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3888297101830216851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As time goes by'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6794467851011897369</id><published>2008-10-18T00:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:45:39.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06.2-Una voce poco fa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Paula Russo'/><title type='text'>Una voce poco fa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Rossini's «Il Barbiere di Siviglia». Amazing Ana Paula Russo playing Rosina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Categoria:  Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPWZcPNVxJw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPWZcPNVxJw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6794467851011897369?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6794467851011897369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6794467851011897369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6794467851011897369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6794467851011897369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/una-voce-poco-fa.html' title='Una voce poco fa'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7449537025614846982</id><published>2008-10-11T05:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:26:43.792+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25.2-As rosas não falam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nelson Gonçalves'/><title type='text'>As rosas não falam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bate outra vez, com esperanças o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pois já vai terminando o verão, enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu volto ao jardim, com a certeza que devo chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pois bem sei que não queres voltar, para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queixo-me às rosas, mas que bobagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As rosas não falam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simplesmente as rosas exalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O perfume que roubam de ti, ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Devias vir, para ver os meus olhos tristonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E quem sabe sonhavas meus sonhos, por fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-JnH-iawZs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-JnH-iawZs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7449537025614846982?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7449537025614846982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7449537025614846982' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7449537025614846982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7449537025614846982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-rosas-no-falam.html' title='As rosas não falam'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6528249357882501378</id><published>2008-10-11T05:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:16:43.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25.1-Atiraste uma pedra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Bethânia'/><title type='text'>Atiraste uma pedra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Atiraste uma pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No peito de quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Só te fez tanto bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E quebraste um telhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Perdeste um abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feriste um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Conseguiste magoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quem das mágoas te livrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Atiraste uma pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Com as mãos que essa boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tantas vezes beijou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quebraste o telhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que nas noites de frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Te servia de abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feriste o amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que os teus erros não viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E o teu pranto enxugou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas acima de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Atiraste uma pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Turvando essa água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Essa água que um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Por estranha ironia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tua sede matou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxN2oim2Nxw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxN2oim2Nxw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxN2oim2Nxw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxN2oim2Nxw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6528249357882501378?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6528249357882501378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6528249357882501378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6528249357882501378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6528249357882501378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/atiraste-uma-pedra.html' title='Atiraste uma pedra'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3836185430385153581</id><published>2008-10-11T04:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:09:08.715+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='34.1-Sitting On The Dock of The Bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otis Redding'/><title type='text'>Otis Redding - Sitting On The Dock of The Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in the morning sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be sitting when the evening comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Watching the ships roll in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I watch 'em roll away again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting on the dock of the bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Watching the tide roll away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wasting time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I left my home in Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Headed for the 'Frisco bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause I had nothin to live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And look like nothing's gonna come my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So I'm just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Look like nothing's gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything still remains the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't do what ten people tell me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So I guess I'll remain the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sittin here resting my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And this loneliness won't leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's two thousand miles I roamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just to make this dock my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, I'm just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCmUhYSr-e4"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCmUhYSr-e4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCmUhYSr-e4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-3836185430385153581?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3836185430385153581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=3836185430385153581' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3836185430385153581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3836185430385153581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/otis-redding-sitting-on-dock-of-bay.html' title='Otis Redding - Sitting On The Dock of The Bay'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3665510660661157806</id><published>2008-10-06T04:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:02:56.711+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='34-Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patsy Cline'/><title type='text'>Patsy Cline-Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crazy for feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm crazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crazy for feeling so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you'd love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as long as you wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;then someday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; for somebody new&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why do I let myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; worry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wondring &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;did I do&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crazy &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;could hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm crazy for crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm crazy for trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm crazy for loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-wJNpWgss8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-wJNpWgss8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-wJNpWgss8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-3665510660661157806?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3665510660661157806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=3665510660661157806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3665510660661157806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3665510660661157806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/patsy-cline-crazy.html' title='Patsy Cline-Crazy'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3035238974595307503</id><published>2008-10-06T04:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:27:53.506+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brenda Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='33-I m sorry'/><title type='text'>I m  sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry, so sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please accept my apology,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But love is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I was too blind to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh oh oh oh uh-oh oh yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mistakes are part of being young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But that don't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The wrong that's been done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh oh oh oh uh-oh oh yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry, so sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please accept my apology,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But love was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I was too blind to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3035238974595307503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3035238974595307503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-m-sorry.html' title='I m  sorry'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6514825805060202296</id><published>2008-10-05T03:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:42:54.014+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12.2-Viva el pasodoble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocio Jurado'/><title type='text'>Viva el pasodoble</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver e ouvir o vídeo  clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeTe680guuw"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zeTe680guuw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zeTe680guuw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6514825805060202296?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6514825805060202296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6514825805060202296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6514825805060202296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6514825805060202296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/10/viva-el-pasodoble.html' title='Viva el pasodoble'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6951717908224426139</id><published>2008-09-28T23:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:30:22.201+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Gardel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='32-Mano a mano'/><title type='text'>Mano a mano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rechiflao en mi tristeza, te evoco y veo que has sido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mi pobre vida paria sólo una buena mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu presencia de bacana puso calor en mi nido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuiste buena, consecuente, y yo sé que me has querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como no quisiste a nadie, como no podrás querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se dio el juego de remanye cuando vos, pobre percanta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gambeteabas la pobreza en la casa de pensión:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoy sos toda una bacana, la vida te ríe y canta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;los morlacos del otario los tirás a la marchanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como juega el gato maula con el misero ratón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy tenés el mate lleno de infelices ilusiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;te engrupieron los otarios, las amigas, el gavión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;la milonga entre magnates con sus locas tentaciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde triunfan y claudican milongueras pretensiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;se te ha entrado muy adentro en el pobre corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada debo agradecerte, mano a mano hemos quedado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no me importa lo que has hecho, lo que hacés ni lo que harás;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;los favores recibidos creo habértelos pagado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y si alguna deuda chica sin querer se había olvidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;en la cuenta del otario que tenés se la cargás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mientras tanto, que tus triunfos, pobres triunfos pasajeros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sean una larga fila de riquezas y placer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que el bacán que te acamala tenga pesos duraderos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que te abrás en las paradas con cafishios milongueros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y que digan los muchachos: "Es una buena mujer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y mañana cuando seas deslocado mueble viejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y no tengas esperanzas en el pobre corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;si precisás una ayuda, si te hace falta un consejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;acordate de este amigo que ha de jugarse el pellejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p'ayudarte en lo que pueda cuando llegue la ocasión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o video clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jildNDPHPQo"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jildNDPHPQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jildNDPHPQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6951717908224426139?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6951717908224426139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6951717908224426139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6951717908224426139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6951717908224426139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/09/mano-mano.html' title='Mano a mano'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1786300054307349506</id><published>2008-09-10T23:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:06:42.979+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nara Leão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque de Holanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31-Com açúcar com afecto'/><title type='text'>Com açúcar com afecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com açúcar, com afecto, fiz seu doce predileto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra você parar em casa, qual o quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com seu terno mais bonito, você sai, não acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando diz que não se atrasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você diz que é operário, sai em busca do salário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra poder me sustentar, qual o quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No caminho da oficina, há um bar em cada esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra você comemorar, sei lá o quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei que alguém vai sentar junto, você vai puxar assunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discutindo futebol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ficar olhando as saias de quem vive pelas praias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coloridas pelo sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem a noite e mais um copo, sei que alegre ma non troppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você vai querer cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na caixinha um novo amigo vai bater um samba antigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra você rememorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando a noite enfim lhe cansa, você vem feito criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra chorar o meu perdão, qual o quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diz pra eu não ficar sentida, diz que vai mudar de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra agradar meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ao lhe ver assim cansado, maltrapilho e maltratado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como vou me aborrecer, qual o quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logo vou esquentar seu prato, dou um beijo em seu retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E abro meus braços pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-u8WZBcn6w"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-u8WZBcn6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-u8WZBcn6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1786300054307349506?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1786300054307349506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1786300054307349506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1786300054307349506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1786300054307349506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/09/com-acar-com-afecto.html' title='Com açúcar com afecto'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-4658006563190532540</id><published>2008-09-05T23:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:00:34.841+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='04.1-Chega de Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Jobim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caetano Veloso'/><title type='text'>Chega de saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caetano Veloso e Roberto Carlos se apresentam ao vivo em São Paulo em Homenagem a Tom Jobim em homenagem aos 50 anos de Bossa nova .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQn4kKsSQ1k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQn4kKsSQ1k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora o próprio Tom Jobim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjLSivzCsMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjLSivzCsMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-4658006563190532540?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4658006563190532540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=4658006563190532540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/4658006563190532540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/4658006563190532540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/09/chega-de-saudade.html' title='Chega de saudade'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7772867398157006126</id><published>2008-09-05T02:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:29:47.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='05.1-Pour que tu m aimes encore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Fabian'/><title type='text'>Pour que tu m aimes encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqAMNdZdkgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqAMNdZdkgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7772867398157006126?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7772867398157006126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7772867398157006126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7772867398157006126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7772867398157006126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/09/pour-que-tu-m-aimes-encore.html' title='Pour que tu m aimes encore'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-261415066479321382</id><published>2008-08-27T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:47:56.880Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yves Montand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30-Les feuilles mortes'/><title type='text'>Les feuilles mortes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des jours heureux ou nous étions amis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En ce temps là, la vie était plus belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu vois je n'ai pas oublié&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et le vent du nord les emportent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La chanson que tu me chantais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toi tu m'aimais, et je t'aimais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toi qui m'aimait, moi qui t'aimais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tout doucement sans faire de bruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et la mer efface sur le sable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le pas des amants désunis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toi tu m'aimais, Et je t'aimais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toi qui m'aimait, moi qui t'aimais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tout doucement sans faire de bruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et la mer efface sur le sable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le pas des amants désunis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o video clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLlBOmDpn1s"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLlBOmDpn1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLlBOmDpn1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-261415066479321382?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/261415066479321382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=261415066479321382' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/261415066479321382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/261415066479321382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/08/les-feuilles-mortes.html' title='Les feuilles mortes'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-20485921614475042</id><published>2008-07-29T01:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:39:34.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='29-Si me olvido que te olvide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego la Cigala'/><title type='text'>Se me olvido que te olvide</title><content type='html'>Yo te recuerdo cariño,&lt;br /&gt;fuiste todo para mí,&lt;br /&gt;siempre te llame mi encanto,&lt;br /&gt;siempre te llame mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;hoy tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;sé me ha olvidado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE TE OLVIDE&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE TE DEJE&lt;br /&gt;LEJOS, MUY LEJOS DE MI VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE YA NO ESTAS&lt;br /&gt;QUE YA NI ME RECORDARAS&lt;br /&gt;Y ME VOLVIO A SANGRAR LA HERIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE TE OLVIDE&lt;br /&gt;Y COMO NUNCA TE LLORE&lt;br /&gt;ENTRE LAS SOMBRAS ESCONDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Y LA VERDAD NO SE POR QUE&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE TE OLVIDE&lt;br /&gt;A MI QUE NADA SE ME OLVIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te recuerdo cariño,&lt;br /&gt;fuiste todo para mí,&lt;br /&gt;siempre te llame mi encanto,&lt;br /&gt;siempre te llame mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;hoy tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;sé me ha olvidado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE TE OLVIDE&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE TE DEJE&lt;br /&gt;LEJOS, MUY LEJOS DE MI VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE YA NO ESTAS&lt;br /&gt;QUE YA NI ME RECORDARAS&lt;br /&gt;Y ME VOLVIO A SANGRAR MI HERIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MI SE ME OLVIDO QUE TE OLVIDE&lt;br /&gt;Y COMO NUNCA TE LLORE&lt;br /&gt;ENTRE LAS SOMBRAS ESCONDIDO&lt;br /&gt;Y LA VERDAD NO SE POR QUE&lt;br /&gt;SE ME OLVIDO QUE TE OLVIDE&lt;br /&gt;A MI QUE NADA SE ME OLVIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver e ouvir o vídeo clica &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs73eGP0BEM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs73eGP0BEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs73eGP0BEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-20485921614475042?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/20485921614475042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=20485921614475042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/20485921614475042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/20485921614475042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-me-olvido-que-te-olvide.html' title='Se me olvido que te olvide'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3922829368824520421</id><published>2008-07-29T01:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:19:50.554+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12.1-La bien paga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego la Cigala'/><title type='text'>La bien paga</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CduAfTJs7U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CduAfTJs7U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-3922829368824520421?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3922829368824520421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=3922829368824520421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3922829368824520421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3922829368824520421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-bien-paga.html' title='La bien paga'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-8239314810863725728</id><published>2008-07-03T02:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:50:44.263+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='29-A certain smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Mathis'/><title type='text'>A Certain Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A certain smile, a certain face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can lead an unsuspecting heart on a merry chase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A fleeting glance can say so many lovely things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Suddenly you know why my heart sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*You love a while and when love goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You try to hide the tears inside with a cheerful pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But in the hush of night exactly like a bittersweet refrain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comes that certain smile to haunt your heart again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You love a while and when love goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You try to hide the tears inside with a cheerful pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But in the hush of night exactly like a bittersweet refrain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comes that certain smile to haunt your heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3BZomaJUVY"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3BZomaJUVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3BZomaJUVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/07/certain-smile.html' title='A Certain Smile'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3382431854568394987</id><published>2008-06-23T03:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:54:29.861+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horowitx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='27.1-S.Rachmaninoff - Piano Concerto N.3 Mov.1 Part.2'/><title type='text'>S.Rachmaninoff - Piano Concerto N.3 Mov.1 Part.2</title><content type='html'>S.Rachmaninoff - Piano Concerto N.3 Mov.1 Part.2 Horowitz- Mehta (1978, Patrimonio Dell'Umanita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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term='Horowitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='27-Rachmaninoff.Piano Concerto N.3 Mov.1 Part.1'/><title type='text'>Rachmaninoff.Piano Concerto N.3 Mov.1 Part.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.Rachmaninoff - Piano Concerto N.3 Mov.1 Part.1 Horowitz- Mehta (1978, Patrimonio Dell'Umanita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s_Oo7HcQKw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s_Oo7HcQKw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-3782188522294509300?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3782188522294509300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=3782188522294509300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3782188522294509300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3782188522294509300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/06/rachmaninoffpiano-concerto-n3-mov1.html' title='Rachmaninoff.Piano Concerto N.3 Mov.1 Part.1'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-2138509603853560341</id><published>2008-06-21T02:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:56:14.636+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicolai Gedda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirella Freni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Sayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='28-Il se fait tard'/><title type='text'>Il se fait tard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nesta produção em Paris 1975, além de Freni no papel de Marguerite, contou com Nicolai Gedda como Fausto e Roger Sayer em Mefisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freni gravou esta ópera com 3 grandes nomes além de Gedda, que foi o primeiro em 1975, com o elenco que aqui refiro, também gravou em anos seguintes com Alfredo Kraus e Plácido Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este dueto  com que termina o terceiro acto é um pouco longo pelo que se apresenta aqui em  dois vídeos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1ª parte do dueto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrGjletvXho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrGjletvXho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2ª parte do dueto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1jHfAXaJME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1jHfAXaJME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-2138509603853560341?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2138509603853560341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=2138509603853560341' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2138509603853560341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2138509603853560341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/06/il-se-fait-tard.html' title='Il se fait tard'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-2423789046887017789</id><published>2008-06-21T02:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:25:24.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26-Quieres ser mi amante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camilo Sesto'/><title type='text'>Quieres ser mi amante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Decir te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y decir amor no significa nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Las palabras sinseras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;las que tienen valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;son las que salen del alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y en mi alma nacen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;solo palabras blancas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;preguntas sin respuestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;llenas de esperanza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Un amor como el mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no se puede ahogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;como una piedra en un rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Un amor no se puede acabar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ni estando lejos te olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y no se puede quemar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;porque esta hecho de fuego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ni perder ni ganar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;porque este amor no es un juego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sueños que son amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;son sueños que son dolor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y yo necesito saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;si ¿quieres ser mi amante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Es bonito reir, amar y vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;todo por alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y si es preciso sufrir, llorar o morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por ese alguien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yo necesito saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;si ¿quieres ser mi amante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yo necesito saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;si ¿quieres ser mi amante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sueños que son amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;son sueños que son dolor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y yo necesito saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;si ¿quieres ser mi amante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfEBhvcdvcA"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfEBhvcdvcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NfEBhvcdvcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-2423789046887017789?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2423789046887017789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=2423789046887017789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2423789046887017789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2423789046887017789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/06/quieres-ser-mi-amante.html' title='Quieres ser mi amante'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6216469662831094598</id><published>2008-06-07T03:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:51:06.116+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25-Dar e receber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katia Guerreiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martinho da Vila'/><title type='text'>Dar e receber</title><content type='html'>Com o meu canto&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero lhe encantar&lt;br /&gt;Lhe embalar com o meu som&lt;br /&gt;Embriagar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você ficar feliz cantarolar&lt;br /&gt;Lá, lá, lá...&lt;br /&gt;Capitando a energia&lt;br /&gt;Desse seu lalalá&lt;br /&gt;Sigo a filosofia&lt;br /&gt;Que é do receber e dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero dar&lt;br /&gt;E receber&lt;br /&gt;E receber&lt;br /&gt;E receber&lt;br /&gt;Fazer, fazer&lt;br /&gt;Me refazer fazendo amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem machucar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sem me envolver&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Me quiser numa total&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter que ficar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Coladinho em meu umbigo&lt;br /&gt;De maneira visceral&lt;br /&gt;Vou expor minhas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Lhe darei muito prazer&lt;br /&gt;E bem prazerosamente&lt;br /&gt;Vou abrir mão dos meus sonhos pra viver só por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDdjXAckFoc"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDdjXAckFoc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDdjXAckFoc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6216469662831094598?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6216469662831094598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6216469662831094598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6216469662831094598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6216469662831094598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/06/dar-e-receber.html' title='Dar e receber'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-8990614384004348309</id><published>2008-06-07T03:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:11:10.133Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24-Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeca Pagodinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martinho da Vila'/><title type='text'>Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Já tive mulheres de todas as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;De várias idades de muitos amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Com umas até certo tempo fiquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra outras apenas um pouco me dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Já tive mulheres do tipo atrevida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do tipo acanhada do tipo vivida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Casada carente, solteira feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Já tive donzela e até meretriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulheres cabeças e desequilibradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulheres confusas de guerra e de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas nenhuma delas me fez tão feliz como você me faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Procurei em todas as mulheres a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas eu não encontrei e fiquei na saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi começando bem mas tudo teve um fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é o sol da minha vida a minha vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você não é mentira você é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;É tudo que um dia eu sonhei pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ve vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiVstusWNbM"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiVstusWNbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiVstusWNbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-8990614384004348309?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8990614384004348309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=8990614384004348309' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/8990614384004348309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/8990614384004348309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/06/mulheres.html' title='Mulheres'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-2905233082415393528</id><published>2008-06-04T02:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:52:55.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-Fedora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirella Freni'/><title type='text'>Fedora</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYbsKFQcVXY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYbsKFQcVXY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-2905233082415393528?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2905233082415393528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=2905233082415393528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2905233082415393528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2905233082415393528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/06/fedora.html' title='Fedora'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-2365040031598561329</id><published>2008-06-04T02:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:45:20.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeca Afonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23-Balada do Outono'/><title type='text'>A Balada do Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Águas e pedras do rio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu sono vazio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não vão acordar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Águas das fontes calai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ó ribeiras chorai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu não volto a cantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rios que vão dar ao mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixem meus olhos secar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Águas das fontes calai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ó ribeiras chorai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu não volto a cantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Águas do rio correndo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poentes morrendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P'ras bandas do mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Águas das fontes calai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ó ribeiras chorai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu não volto a cantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rios que vão dar ao mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixem meus olhos secar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Águas das fontes calai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ó ribeiras chorai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu não volto a cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2i0a9_zeca-afonso-balada-de-outono-212_music"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2i0a9"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2i0a9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2i0a9"&gt;Zeca Afonso - Balada De Outono (2/12)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Videos_Portugal"&gt;Videos_Portugal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-2365040031598561329?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2365040031598561329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=2365040031598561329' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2365040031598561329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2365040031598561329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/06/balada-do-outono.html' title='A Balada do Outono'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1761627434122167622</id><published>2008-05-28T02:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:42:15.949+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08.1-Quiereme mucho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibrahim Ferrer'/><title type='text'>Quiereme mucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quiéreme mucho, dulce amor mío &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que amante siempre te adoraré &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo con tus besos y tus caricias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mis sufrimientos acallaré   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando se quiere de veras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;como te quiero yo a ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;es imposible mi cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tan separados vivir   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando se quiere de veras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;como te quiere yo a ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;es imposible mi cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tan separado vivir..tan separado vivir   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo con tus besos y tus caricias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mis sufrimiento acallaré &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando se quiere de veras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;como te quiero yo a ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;es imposible mi cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tan separados vivir   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando se quiere de veras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;como te quiere yo a ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;es imposible mi cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tan separado vivir..tan separado vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver e ouvir o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6V6icdrBeA"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6V6icdrBeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6V6icdrBeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1761627434122167622?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1761627434122167622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1761627434122167622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1761627434122167622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1761627434122167622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiereme-mucho.html' title='Quiereme mucho'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6221453063176933304</id><published>2008-05-24T02:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:11:09.397+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUan Manuel  Serrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='22-Poema de amor'/><title type='text'>Poema de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EL sol nos olvidó ayer sobre la arena, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos envolvió el rumor suave del mar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu cuerpo me dio calor; tenía frío, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y allí en la arena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;entre los dos nació este poema, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;este pobre poema de amor para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi fruto, mi flor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi historia de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mis caricias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi humilde candil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi lluvia de abril, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi avaricia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi trozo de pan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi viejo refrán,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi poeta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La fe que perdí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mí camino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y mi carreta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi dulce placer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi sueño de ayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mí equipaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi tibio Rincón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi mejor canción, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi paisaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi manantial, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi cañaveral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mí riqueza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi leña, mi hogar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi techo, mi lar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi nobleza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi fuente, mi sed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi barco, mi red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y la arena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donde te sentí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde te escribí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi poema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEAv5Dfr3Uw"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEAv5Dfr3Uw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEAv5Dfr3Uw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6221453063176933304?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6221453063176933304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6221453063176933304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6221453063176933304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6221453063176933304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/poema-de-amor.html' title='Poema de amor'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7692682656850065894</id><published>2008-05-21T04:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:03:53.983+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-Xerxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renée Fleming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21-Ombra mai fu'/><title type='text'>Ombra nai fu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renée Fleming  canta Ombra mai fu da Ópera Xerxes de Handel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7692682656850065894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7692682656850065894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/ombra-nai-fu.html' title='Ombra nai fu'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7337858151315136154</id><published>2008-05-21T01:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:42:16.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-Madame Butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirella Freni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20-Butterfly-Tu tu piccolo idio'/><title type='text'>Butterfly-Tu tu piccolo idio</title><content type='html'>Mirella Freni in Puccini's Madama Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly uma japonesa que Pinkerton &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;um oficial da marinha americana, havia "alugado",&lt;/span&gt; quando da sua comissão de serviço naquele País, levou a sério o casamento que tinha acontecido, cortando com toda a sua família que a amaldiçoara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton tinha regressado à América e a jovem Cio-Cio-San assim se chamava ela originalmente, continuava sonhando com o seu regresso  Ela chora, mas não perde a esperança: Un bel dì vedremo - um belo dia veremos um fio de fumaça no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton realmente volta mas já casado com uma americana, vem buscar o filho que Butterfly tivera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta é a cena final, quando Butterfly se despede do filho antes de suicidar, esta ária quando bem cantada e &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;quando as sopranos se convencem que ópera não é só voz é também teatro&lt;/span&gt; que tem uma componente cénica que não se pode desprezar, quando assim é, esta cena é arrepiante, acaba ouvindo-se a voz de Pinkerton, provavelmente já arrependido diz o guião ( eu não acredito) gritando pelo nome de Butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A particularidade desta versão filmica, é o facto de Butterfly se suicidar frente a Pinkerton, que nunca aconteceu nas versões cénicas, que eu tenha visto, ele chega sempre depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7337858151315136154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7337858151315136154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/butterfly-tu-tu-piccolo-idio.html' title='Butterfly-Tu tu piccolo idio'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-5145669097946954767</id><published>2008-05-18T04:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:27:51.100+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19-Eu vim de longe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Mário Branco'/><title type='text'>Eu vim de longe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando o avião aqui chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando o mês de Maio começou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu olhei para ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Então  eu entendi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi um sonho mau que já passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi um mau bocado que acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tinha esta viola numa mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma flor vermelha n´outra mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tinha um grande amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Marcado pela dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E quando a fronteira me abraçou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi esta bagagem que encontrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vim de longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;De muito longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O que eu andei p´ra´qui chegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vou p´ra longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;P´ra muito longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde nos vamos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Com o que temos p´ra nos dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E então olhei à minha volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vi tanta esperança andar à solta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que não hesitei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que os hinos que cantei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Foram frutos do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Feitos de alegria e de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vim de longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;De muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O que eu andei p´ra´qui chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vou p´ra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;P´ra muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde nos vamos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Com o que temos p´ra nos dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando a nossa festa s´estragou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E o mês de novembro se vingou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu olhei p´ra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E então entendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi um sonho lindo que acabou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Houve aqui alguém que se enganou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tinha esta viola numa mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Coisas começadas noutra mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tinha um grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Marcado pela dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E quando a espingarda se virou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi p´ra esta força que apontou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vim de longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;De muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O que eu andei p´ra´qui chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vou p´ra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;P´ra muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde nos vamos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Com o que temos p´ra nos dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E então olhei à minha volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vi tanta mentira andar à solta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que me perguntei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Se os hinos que cantei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eram só promessas e ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;que nunca passaram de canções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vim de longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;De muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O que eu andei p´ra´qui chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vou p´ra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;P´ra muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde nos vamos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Com o que temos p´ra nos dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando finalmente eu quis saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se ainda vale a pena tanto querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu olhei p´ra ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E então  eu entendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;É um sonho lindo pra viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando toda gente assim quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenho esta viola numa mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenho a minha vida noutra mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tienho um grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Marcado pela dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E sempre que Abril aqui passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dou-lhe este farnel pro ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vim de longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;De muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O que eu andei p´ra´qui chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vou p´ra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;P´ra muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde nos vamos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Com o que temos p´ra nos dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu olho a minha volta&lt;br /&gt;vejo tanta raiva andar a solta&lt;br /&gt;que já não hesito,&lt;br /&gt;os hinos ue repito,&lt;br /&gt;são a parte  do que eu posso prever&lt;br /&gt;do que a minha gente vai fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vim de longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;De muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O que eu andei p´ra´qui chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vou p´ra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;P´ra muito longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde nos vamos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Com o que temos p´ra nos dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSKgs10oOQE"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LSKgs10oOQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LSKgs10oOQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-5145669097946954767?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5145669097946954767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-9163151348394491677</id><published>2008-05-16T02:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:50:48.645+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-O Trovador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luciano Pavarotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18-Di quella pira'/><title type='text'>Di quella pira</title><content type='html'>Di quella pira - Verdi's IL TROVATORE- Pavarotti - Met Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manrico decide então abandonar tudo para ir salvar a sua mãe, cantando a ária "Di quella pira"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acabando por dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Já era filho antes de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nem mesmo o teu sofrimento pode deter-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mãe infeliz corro a salvar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ou pelo menos morrer contigo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partindo seguido por Ruiz e pelos soldados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/9163151348394491677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/9163151348394491677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/di-quella-pira.html' title='Di quella pira'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-2414223929557589560</id><published>2008-05-14T23:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:22:46.512+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='17- Só pra não dizer que não falei das flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geraldo Vandré'/><title type='text'>Só pra não dizer que não falei das flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos todos iguais braços dados ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas escolas nas ruas, campos, construções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, vamos embora, que esperar não é saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, vamos embora, que esperar não é saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pelos campos há fome em grandes plantações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pelas ruas marchando indecisos cordões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda fazem da flor seu mais forte refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E acreditam nas flores vencendo o canhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, vamos embora, que esperar não é saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há soldados armados, amados ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quase todos perdidos de armas na mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos quartéis lhes ensinam antigas lições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;De morrer pela pátria e viver sem razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, vamos embora, que esperar não é saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, vamos embora, que esperar não é saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas escolas, nas ruas, campos, construções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos todos soldados, armados ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somos todos iguais braços dados ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os amores na mente, as flores no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A certeza na frente, a história na mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprendendo e ensinando uma nova lição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, vamos embora, que esperar não é saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem, vamos embora, que esperar não é saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvxFwWdYVe4"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2414223929557589560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=2414223929557589560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2414223929557589560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/2414223929557589560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-pra-no-dizer-que-no-falei-das-flores.html' title='Só pra não dizer que não falei das flores'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1206875530220860214</id><published>2008-05-11T05:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:24:08.426Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='16-Detalhes'/><title type='text'>Detalhes</title><content type='html'>Roberto Carlos cantando "Detalhes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não adianta nem tentar me esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;durante muito tempo em sua vida eu vou viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Detalhes tão pequenos de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são coisas muito grandes pra esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e a toda hora vão estar presentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;você vai ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se um outro cabeludo aparecer na sua rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e isso lhe trouxer saudades minhas, a culpa é sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o ronco barulhento do seu carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a velha calça desbotada ou coisa assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;imediatamente você vai lembrar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu sei que um outro deve estar falando ao seu ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;palavras de amor como eu falei, mas, eu duvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;duvido que ele tenha tanto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e até os erros do meu português ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e nessa hora você vai lembrar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A noite envolvida no silêncio do seu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;antes de dormir você procura o meu retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mas na moldura não sou eu quem lhe sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mas você vê o meu sorriso mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e tudo isso vai fazer você lembrar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se alguém tocar seu corpo como eu, não diga nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não vá dizer meu nome sem querer à pessoa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pensando ter amor nesse momento, desesperada, você tenta até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e até nesse momento você vai lembrar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu sei que esses detalhes vão sumir na longa estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do tempo que transforma todo amor em quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mas quase também é mais um detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;um grande amor não vai morrer assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por isso, de vez em quando você vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vai lembrar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não adianta nem tentar me esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;durante muito e muito tempo em sua vida eu vou viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g83FCvA8fxg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g83FCvA8fxg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g83FCvA8fxg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1206875530220860214?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1206875530220860214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1206875530220860214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1206875530220860214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1206875530220860214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/detalhes.html' title='Detalhes'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3613947988134898061</id><published>2008-05-11T05:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:44:37.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zézé e Luciano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15-Sentado a beira do caminho'/><title type='text'>Sentado a beira do caminho</title><content type='html'>Sentado a Beira do Caminho&lt;br /&gt;1994&lt;br /&gt;Zeze Luciano e Roberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kctaAzrLwMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kctaAzrLwMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-3613947988134898061?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3613947988134898061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=3613947988134898061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3613947988134898061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3613947988134898061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/sentado-beira-do-caminho.html' title='Sentado a beira do caminho'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7393927888385697569</id><published>2008-05-11T05:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:22:26.670+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14-Get back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>Get Back</title><content type='html'>THE BEATLES - 'Get back'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jo-Jo was a man who thought he was a loner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But he knew it couldn't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jo-Jo left his home in Tucson, Arizona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For some California grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back, Jo-Jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back, Jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweet Loretta more than thought she was a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But she was another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the girls around her say she's got it comin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But she gets it while she can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back, Loretta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back, Loretta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're mommy's waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wearing her high-heeled shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And a low-neck sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back home, Loretta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back to where you once belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jo-Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9qliVJOK58&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9qliVJOK58&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7393927888385697569?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7393927888385697569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7393927888385697569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7393927888385697569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7393927888385697569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-back.html' title='Get Back'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6787692806635054512</id><published>2008-05-11T05:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:17:20.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13-Parle moi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serge Lama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nana Mouskouri'/><title type='text'>Parle moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERGE LAMA et Nana Mouskouri - 'Parle moi' (1979)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parle-moi, parle-moi, j'ai besoin de tendresse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il n'en reste plus beaucoup dans ce monde un peu fou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M'en veux pas, ne ris pas, je suis comme une enfant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parle-moi, parle-moi, doucement et longtemps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parle-moi, parle-moi, j'ai besoin de présence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le silence me fait peur; je n'entends plus que mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cœur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T'en vas pas, bouge pas, je suis comme une enfant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parle-moi, parle-moi, c'est toi qui me défends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parle-moi, parle-moi, j'ai besoin de tendresse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mal du siècle, de toujours, mal d'amitié, mal d'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M'en veux pas ne ris pas, je suis femme et enfant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parle-moi, parle-moi, c'est toi seul que j'entends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M'en veux pas, ne ris pas, je suis femme et enfant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parle-moi, parle-moi, dis les mots que j'attends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZJ9TP5lLnU"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZJ9TP5lLnU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZJ9TP5lLnU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6787692806635054512?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6787692806635054512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6787692806635054512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6787692806635054512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6787692806635054512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/serge-lama-et-nana-mouskouri-parle-moi.html' title='Parle moi'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1029222969395235861</id><published>2008-05-09T01:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:48:11.469+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbara Frittoli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11.1-Suor Angelica-Cena final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-Suor Angélica'/><title type='text'>Suor Angelica-Cena final</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbara Frittoli "Final Scene" Suor Angelica no Met em 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Num convento. Angélica tem vivido em paz há sete anos. Sua vida passada foi diferente. Ela foi uma jovem que descobriu a felicidade do amor e tem um filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Ela nunca teve notícias de sua família que a enviou para o convento para encobrir o escândalo Uma tia dela diz-lhe que a criança morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela reza dizendo que não pode morrer em pecado mortal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aparentemente em resposta à sua oração, a Virgem Maria e o seu filho vão aparecer  numa visão e Anfelica acaba por morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KwjfEqFBFEg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1029222969395235861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/suor-angelica-cena-final.html' title='Suor Angelica-Cena final'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7025920952628458184</id><published>2008-05-05T05:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:35:18.226+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebo Valdez Y Diego la Cigala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12-Amar Y vivir'/><title type='text'>Amar y vivir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or qué no han de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que te amo, vida mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por qué no he de decirlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;si fundes tu alma con el alma mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Qué importa si después&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me ven llorando un día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;si acaso me preguntan diré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que te quiero mucho todavía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se vive solamente una vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hay que aprender a querer y a vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hay que saber que la vida se aleja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y nos deja llorando quimeras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No quiero arrepentirme después&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;de lo que pudo haber sido y no fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quiero gozar esta vida teniéndote cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;de mí hasta que muera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;aso não consiga ver e ouvir o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDHeJ-2ZXuU"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDHeJ-2ZXuU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDHeJ-2ZXuU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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title='Amar y vivir'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6765389855682539668</id><published>2008-05-04T02:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:29:50.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11-Bimba dagli occhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-Madame Butterfly'/><title type='text'>Bimba dagli occhi pieni di malia</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bimba dagli occhi pieni di malia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dueto final do  Atto I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Savatore Fisichella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raina Kabaivanska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirige: Maurizio ARENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teatro Massimo di Palermo 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WiaaQF7RsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WiaaQF7RsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(stende le mani a Butterfly che sta per scendere dalla terrazza) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bimba dagli occhi pieni di malìa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ora sei tutta mia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei tutta vestita di giglio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi piace la treccia tua bruna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fra i candidi veli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly (scendendo dal terrazzo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somiglio la Dea della luna, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la piccola Dea della luna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;che scende la notte dal ponte del ciel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E affascina i cuori...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E li prende e li avvolge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in un bianco mantel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E via se li reca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;negli alti reami,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma intanto finor non m'hai detto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ancor non m'hai detto che m'ami. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le sa quella Dea le parole che appagan gli ardenti desir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le sa. Forse dirle non vuole per tema d'averne a morir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per tema d'averne a morir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stolta paura, l'amor non uccide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma dà vita e sorride per gioie celestiali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come ora fa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(avvicinandosi a Butterfly e carezzandole il viso) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nei tuoi lunghi occhi ovali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Butterfly, con subito movimento si ritrae dalla carezza ardente di Pinkerton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly (con intenso sentimento) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adesso voi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(entusiasmandosi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siete per me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l'occhio del firmamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E mi piaceste dal primo momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;che vi ho veduto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ha un moto di spavento e fa atto diturarsi gli orecchi, come se ancora avesse ad udire le urla die parenti: poi si rassicura e con fiducia si rivolge a Pinkerton.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siete alto, forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rideste con modi si palesi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e dite corse che mai non intesi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or son contenta, or son contenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Notte completa: cioelo purissimo e stellato. Avvicinandosi lentamente a Pinkerton seduto sulla panca nel giardino. Si inginocchia ai piedi di Pinkerton e los guarda con tenerezza, quasi suplichevole.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vogliatemi bene, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un ben piccolino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un bene da bambino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quale a me si conviene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vogliatemi bene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noi siamo gente avvezza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alle piccole cose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;umili e silenziose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ad una tenerezza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sfiorante e pur profonda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come il ciel, come l'onda del mare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dammi ch'io baci le tue mani care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mia Butterfly! come t'han ben nomata tenue farfalla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(a queste parole Butterfly si rattrista e ritira le mani) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dicon che oltre mare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se cade in man dell'uom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(con paurosa espressione) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ogni farfalla da uno spillo è trafitta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(con strazio) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed in travola infitta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(riprendendo dolcemente le mani a Butterfly e sorridendo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un po' di vero c'è. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E tu lo sai perché? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perché non fugga più. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(con entusiasmo e affettuosamento abbracciandola) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Io t'ho ghermita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ti serro palpitante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sei mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly (abbandonandosi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sì, per la vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vieni, vieni! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Via dall'anima in pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l'angoscia paurosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(indica il cielo stellato) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;È notte serena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guarda: dorme ogni cosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(guardando il cielo, estatica) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah! Dolce notte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vieni, vieni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quante stelle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/ Non le vidi mai sì belle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\ È notte serena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah! vieni, vieni! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;È notte serena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guarda: dorme ogni cosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dolce notte! Quante stelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vieni, vieni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non le vidi mai sì belle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vieni, vieni!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trema, brilla ogni favilla ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vien, sei mia!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... col baglior d'una pupilla! Oh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/ Oh! quanti occhi fissi, attenti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| d'ogni parte a riguardar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| pei firmamenti, via pei lidi, via pel mare! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| (con cupido amore) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Via l'angoscia dal tuo cor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| ti serro palpitante. Sei mia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Ah, vien, vien, sei mia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\ Ah! Vieni, guarda: dorme ogni cosa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ti serro palpitante. Ah, vien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh! quanti occhi fissi attenti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/ Quanti sguardi ride il ciel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Ah! Dolce notte! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Tutto estatico d'amor ride il ciel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Pinkerton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Guarda: dorme ogni cosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| Ah! vien! Ah! vieni, vieni! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;\ Ah! vien, Ah! vien! sei mia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Salgono dal giardino nella casetta.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Cala il sipario.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6765389855682539668?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6765389855682539668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6765389855682539668' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6765389855682539668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6765389855682539668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/bimba-dagli-occhi-pieni-di-malia.html' title='Bimba dagli occhi pieni di malia'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-8824607643283897013</id><published>2008-05-02T01:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:56:46.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Bethania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Carvalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10-É de manhã'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caetano Veloso'/><title type='text'>É de manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beth Carvalho, Maria Bethania e Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;É de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;É de madrugada, é de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não sei mais de nada, é de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vou ver meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;É de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vou ver minha amada, é de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Flor da madrugada, é de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vou ver minha flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vou pela estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E cada estrela é uma flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas a flor amada é mais que a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E foi por ela que o galo cocorocô...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7f2XEuf4G8"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7f2XEuf4G8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7f2XEuf4G8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-8824607643283897013?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8824607643283897013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=8824607643283897013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/8824607643283897013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/8824607643283897013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-manh.html' title='É de manhã'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-533594529088345786</id><published>2008-05-01T00:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:32:20.650+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebo Valdez Y Diego la Cigala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='08-Inolvidable'/><title type='text'>Inolvidable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;En la vida, hay amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que nunca puden olvidarse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Imborrables momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guarda el corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque aquello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que un dia nos hizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Temblar de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;És mentira que hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pueda olvidarse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Con un nuevo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He besado otras bocas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Buscando nueva ansiedad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y otros brazos extraños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me estrechan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Llenos de emocíon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero solo consiguen asserme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Recordar los suyos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que inolvidablemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vivirán en mi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver e ouvir o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSA3Ki8cN4o"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSA3Ki8cN4o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSA3Ki8cN4o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title='Inolvidable'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7984702407176166580</id><published>2008-04-28T03:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:56:19.744+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06-1-Sansão e Dalila-Bacchanale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-Sansão e Dalila'/><title type='text'>Bacchanale</title><content type='html'>Bacchanale" from Samson et Dalila conducted by James Levine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWxKga2wp9Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWxKga2wp9Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7984702407176166580?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7984702407176166580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7984702407176166580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7984702407176166580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7984702407176166580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/bacchanale.html' title='Bacchanale'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1866255817130931366</id><published>2008-04-27T04:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:21:40.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09-Menina dos olhos de água'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Barroso'/><title type='text'>Menina dos olhos de água</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina, em teu peito sinto o Tejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E vontades marinheiras de aproar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina, em teus lábios sinto fontes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;De água doce, que corre sem parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina, em teus olhos vejo espelhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E em teus cabelos, nuvens de encantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E em teu corpo inteiro sinto feno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rijo e tenro que nem sei explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se houver alguém que não goste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não gaste, deixe ficar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu só por mim quero te tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que não vai haver menina para sobrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprendi nos 'esteiros' com Soeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E aprendi na 'fanga' com Redol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho no rio grande, o mundo inteiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sinto o mundo inteiro no teu colo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprendi a amar a madrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que desponta em mim quando sorris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;És um rio cheio, de água lavada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E dás rumo à fragata que escolhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se houver, alguém que não goste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não gaste, deixe ficar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu só por mim quero te tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que não vai, haver menina para sobrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hM3DCX4BhM"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAdJ-JxgamE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAdJ-JxgamE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1866255817130931366?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1866255817130931366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1866255817130931366' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1866255817130931366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1866255817130931366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/menina-dos-olhos-de-gua.html' title='Menina dos olhos de água'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-1139830203708093393</id><published>2008-04-20T02:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:56:54.709+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='07-Amanhã talvez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joanna'/><title type='text'>Amanhã talvez</title><content type='html'>N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESYfxeURlmk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESYfxeURlmk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-1139830203708093393?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1139830203708093393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=1139830203708093393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1139830203708093393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/1139830203708093393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/amanh-talvez.html' title='Amanhã talvez'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7301014753047530972</id><published>2008-04-19T04:26:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:13:01.086+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirley Verret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06-Sansão e Dalila-Printemps quei commence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-Sansão e Dalila'/><title type='text'>Printemps qui commence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta é a primeira ária de Dalila e simultaneamente a cena final do 1º acto desta ópera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É uma verdadeira página de sedução conseguida através do sinuoso canto da mezzo nesta caso Shirley Verret cantado na Ópera de São Francisco em 1981, sob direcção de Julius Rudel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Printemps qui commence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Portant l'espérance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aux cœurs amoureux,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ton souffle qui passe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;De la terre efface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Les jours malheureux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tout brûle en notre âme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Et ta douce flamme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vient sécher nos pleurs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu rends à la terre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Par un doux mistère,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Les fruits et les fleurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;En vain je suis belle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mon cœur plein d'amour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pleurant l'infidèle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Attend son retour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vivant d'espérance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mon cœur désolé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Garde souvenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Du bonheur passé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;À la nuit tombante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J'irai triste amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M'asseoir au torrent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L'attendre en pleurant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chassant ma tristesse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S'il revient un jour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;À lui ma tendresse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Et la douce ivresse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Qu'un brûlant amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Garde à son retour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O velho hebreu intervém avisando Sansão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;O espírito do mal pôs esta mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;no teu caminho para perturbar o teu repouso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Evita dos seus olhares a chama ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;è um veneno que consome os ossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Dalila continua a sedução repetindo a última passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Afungentando a minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;se ele regressar um dia&lt;br /&gt;para ele irão a minha ternura&lt;br /&gt;e a doce embriaguez&lt;br /&gt;que um amor ardente&lt;br /&gt;conservará até ao seu regresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMkv-IHzY2Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMkv-IHzY2Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7301014753047530972?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7301014753047530972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7301014753047530972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7301014753047530972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7301014753047530972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/printemps-qui-commence.html' title='Printemps qui commence'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-6658627554975739439</id><published>2008-04-17T04:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T04:47:28.825+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='05-Je t aime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Fabian'/><title type='text'>Je t aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D'accord, il existait d'autres façons de se quitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quelques éclats de verre auraient peut-être pu nous aider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dans ce silence amer, j'ai décidé de pardonner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Les erreurs qu'on peut faire à trop s'aimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D'accord la petite fille en moi souvent te réclamait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Presque comme une mère, tu me bordais, me protègeais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Je t'ai volé ce sang qu'on aurait pas dû partager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A bout de mots, de rêves je vais crier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Je t'aime, je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comme un fou comme un soldat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;comme une star de cinéma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Je t'aime, je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comme un loup, comme un roi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comme un homme que je ne suis pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D'accord je t'ai confié tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Même ceux, dont seul un frère est le gardien inavoué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dans cette maison de pierre, Satan nous regardait danser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J'ai tant voulu la guerre de corps qui se faisaient la paix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Je t'aime, je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comme un fou comme un soldat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;comme une star de cinéma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Je t'aime, je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comme un loup, comme un roi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comme un homme que je ne suis pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-roGMGyFu0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-roGMGyFu0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-6658627554975739439?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6658627554975739439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=6658627554975739439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6658627554975739439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/6658627554975739439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/je-t-aime.html' title='Je t aime'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-3692248051848146774</id><published>2008-04-17T04:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T04:38:48.603+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='04-A noite do meu bem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolores Duran'/><title type='text'>A noite do meu bem</title><content type='html'>Os meus parabéns a Ruth Menezes autora do pequeno vídeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje eu quero a rosa mais linda que houver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero a primeira estrela que vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje eu quero a paz de criança dormindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero o abandono de flores se abrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero a alegria de um barco voltando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero a ternura de mãos se encontrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje eu quero o amor, o amor mais profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu quero toda beleza do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas como este bem demorou a chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu já nem sei se terei no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toda ternura que eu quero lhe dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LgLrS_DNMwk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LgLrS_DNMwk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-3692248051848146774?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3692248051848146774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=3692248051848146774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3692248051848146774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/3692248051848146774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/noite-do-meu-bem.html' title='A noite do meu bem'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-5850645917036248178</id><published>2008-04-17T03:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:04:33.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque de Holanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='03-João e Maria'/><title type='text'>João e Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Agora eu era o herói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E o meu cavalo só falava inglês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A noiva do cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Era você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Além das outras três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu enfrentava os batalhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Os alemães e seus canhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guardava o meu bodoque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E ensaiava um rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para as matinês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Agora eu era o rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Era o bedel e era também juiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E pela minha lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A gente era obrigada a ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E você era a princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que eu fiz coroar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E era tão linda de se admirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que andava nua pelo meu país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não, não fuja não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Finja que agora eu era o seu brinquedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu era o seu pião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O seu bicho preferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sim, me dê a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A gente agora já não tinha medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No tempo da maldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Acho que a gente nem tinha nascido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Agora era fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que o faz-de-conta terminasse assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pra lá deste quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Era uma noite que não tem mais fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pois você sumiu no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sem me avisar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E agora eu era um louco a perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O que é que a vida vai fazer de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ECxdzd4_xU"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ECxdzd4_xU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ECxdzd4_xU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-5850645917036248178?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5850645917036248178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=5850645917036248178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5850645917036248178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5850645917036248178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/joo-e-maria.html' title='João e Maria'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-5095839228958634227</id><published>2008-04-13T01:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:49:54.846+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-Força do Destino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Tomowa-Sintow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='02-Força do destino-Pace pace mio Dio'/><title type='text'>Pace pace mio Dio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pace, pace, mio Dio! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cruda sventura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M'astringe, ahimè, a languir; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come il di primo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da tant'anni dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Profondo il mio soffrir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pace, pace, mio Dio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'amai, gli è ver! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma di beltà e valore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cotanto Iddio l'ornò. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Che l'amo ancor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nè togliermi dal core &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'immagin sua saprò. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fatalità! Fatalità! Fatalità! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un delitto disgiunti n'ha quaggiù! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alvaro, io t'amo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E su nel cielo è scritto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non ti vedrò mai più! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Dio, Dio, fa ch'io muoia; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Che la calma può darmi morte sol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Invan la pace qui sperò quest'alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In preda a tanto duol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acercado-se duma pedra onde o padre guardião deixara um pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misero pane, a prolungarmi vieni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La sconsolata vita... Ma chi giunge? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chi profanare ardisce il sacro loco? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maledizione! Maledizione! Maledizione!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6muaVpaX2YU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6muaVpaX2YU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-5095839228958634227?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5095839228958634227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=5095839228958634227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5095839228958634227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/5095839228958634227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/pace-pace-mio-dio.html' title='Pace pace mio Dio'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894181736790351731.post-7033733338635587926</id><published>2008-04-11T00:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:51:44.391+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gonzaguinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='01-Explode coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Bethânia'/><title type='text'>Explode coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chega de tentar dissimular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E disfarçar e esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O que não dá mais pra ocultar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E eu não posso mais calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ja que o brilho desse olhar foi traidor e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Entregou o que você tentou conter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O que você não quis desabafar e me cortou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chega de temer, chorar, sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorrir, se dar, e se perder, e se achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que tudo aquilo que é viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu quero mais é me abrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E que essa vida entre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Como se fosse o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Desvirginando a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero sentir a dor dessa manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nascendo, rompendo, rasgando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E tomando meu corpo e então eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chorando, sofrendo, gostando, adorando, gritando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feito louco, alucinado e criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sentindo o meu amor se derramando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não da mais pra segurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eKzdk79rXyc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eKzdk79rXyc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Explode coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKzdk79rXyc"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894181736790351731-7033733338635587926?l=cronoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7033733338635587926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894181736790351731&amp;postID=7033733338635587926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7033733338635587926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894181736790351731/posts/default/7033733338635587926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/explode-corao.html' title='Explode coração'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
