<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:37:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Nosso Clube do Livro</title><description>Imaginem um espaço que seja possível colocar todos os nossos sonhos, amores, desilusões, dores, músicas preferidas, poemas, poesias, filmes, trecho de um livro, fotos, lembranças, amigos, esperança.....enfim, tudo aquilo que é importante ser guardado e dividido com aqueles que gostamos....Tudo guardado num livro....BEM VINDOS AO CLUBE DO LIVRO!!!! A PORTA ESTARÁ SEMPRE ABERTA!!!</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5216776773783396607</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T16:29:32.048-02:00</atom:updated><title>MEU GRANDE AMOR</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SyKPgh1FKZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rGbpMiVHfh8/s1600-h/DSCF1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SyKPgh1FKZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rGbpMiVHfh8/s400/DSCF1811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414047491052349842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque Eu Sei Que É Amor&lt;br /&gt;Titãs&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Sérgio Britto e Paulo Miklos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço nada em troca&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço nenhuma prova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que você não esteja aqui&lt;br /&gt;O amor está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que você tenha que partir&lt;br /&gt;O amor não há de ir&lt;br /&gt;Embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que é pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto durar&lt;br /&gt;E eu peço somente&lt;br /&gt;O que eu puder dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;br /&gt;Sei que cada palavra importa&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;br /&gt;Sei que só há uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem porquê eu te trago aqui&lt;br /&gt;O amor está aqui&lt;br /&gt;Comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem porquê eu te levo assim&lt;br /&gt;O amor está em mim&lt;br /&gt;Mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5216776773783396607?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/12/meu-grande-amor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SyKPgh1FKZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rGbpMiVHfh8/s72-c/DSCF1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4714507203786620521</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T10:49:34.940-02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SxO-0EIZsuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zHK5zbs92Ok/s1600/futuros+amantes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SxO-0EIZsuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zHK5zbs92Ok/s400/futuros+amantes.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409877379073553122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59P64-TtOKY&amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;Gosto principalmente dos dizeres do Chico neste vídeo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futuros Amantes&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Chico Buarque &lt;br /&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;br /&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;br /&gt;O amor não tem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode esperar em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Num fundo de armário&lt;br /&gt;Na posta-restante&lt;br /&gt;Milênios, milênios&lt;br /&gt;No ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe, então&lt;br /&gt;O Rio será&lt;br /&gt;Alguma cidade submersa&lt;br /&gt;Os escafandristas virão&lt;br /&gt;Explorar sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Seu quarto, suas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma, desvãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios em vão&lt;br /&gt;Tentarão decifrar&lt;br /&gt;O eco de antigas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos de cartas, poemas&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras, retratos&lt;br /&gt;Vestígios de estranha civilização&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;br /&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;br /&gt;Amores serão sempre amáveis&lt;br /&gt;Futuros amantes, quiçá&lt;br /&gt;Se amarão sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Com o amor que eu um dia&lt;br /&gt;Deixei pra você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4714507203786620521?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/httpwww.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SxO-0EIZsuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zHK5zbs92Ok/s72-c/futuros+amantes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6041711657942912191</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T13:50:00.333-02:00</atom:updated><title>O NOSSO AMOR A GENTE INVENTA... NEM QUE FOR SÓ PARA SE DISTRAIR...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Swv-fl6u3LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/99ZZdY46m4g/s1600/saque08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Swv-fl6u3LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/99ZZdY46m4g/s400/saque08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407695596296264882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esconderijo&lt;br /&gt;Ana Cañas&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Ana cañas &lt;br /&gt;Procuro a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Como o ar procura o chão&lt;br /&gt;Como a chuva só desmancha&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento sem razão&lt;br /&gt;Procuro esconderijo&lt;br /&gt;Encontro um novo abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Como a arte do seu jeito&lt;br /&gt;E tudo faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;Calma pra contar nos dedos&lt;br /&gt;Beijo pra ficar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Teto para desabar&lt;br /&gt;Você para construir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dundarundê aunde iê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Ytks9DJhaA&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-6041711657942912191?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-nosso-amor-gente-inventa-nem-que-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Swv-fl6u3LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/99ZZdY46m4g/s72-c/saque08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7930242700806136316</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:22:30.437-02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Quando Eu Te Encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Biquini Cavadão&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Alvaro / Bruno / Miguel / Sheik / Coelho / Beni &lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei o que meus olhos vão querer&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Impedidos de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Vão querer chorar&lt;br /&gt;Um riso incontido&lt;br /&gt;Perdido em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade que transborda&lt;br /&gt;Parece não querer parar&lt;br /&gt;Não quer parar&lt;br /&gt;Não vai parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei o que meus lábios vão querer&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Molhados de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Vão querer beijar&lt;br /&gt;E o que na vida não se cansa&lt;br /&gt;De se apresentar&lt;br /&gt;Por ser lugar comum&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de extravazar, de demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me disseram o que devo fazer&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade acorda&lt;br /&gt;A beleza que faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me disseram como devo proceder&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, beijar, te abraçar, é isso que quero fazer&lt;br /&gt;É isso que quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei o que meus braços vão querer&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Na forma de um "C"&lt;br /&gt;Vão te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;Pra você não escapar&lt;br /&gt;Se você foge me faz crer&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo pode acabar, vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVQm_9k9Ayo&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7930242700806136316?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-eu-te-encontrar-biquini-cavadao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5024889700207693659</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 12:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T10:35:25.109-02:00</atom:updated><title>É impossivel ser feliz sozinho....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SwPpzVbiA1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/iw9NPyqj97o/s1600/wave-2455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SwPpzVbiA1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/iw9NPyqj97o/s400/wave-2455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405421045909947218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wave&lt;br /&gt;Tom Jobim&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Tom Jobim &lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos já não podem ver&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que só o coração pode entender&lt;br /&gt;Fundamental é mesmo o amor&lt;br /&gt;É impossível ser feliz sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto é mar&lt;br /&gt;É tudo que não sei contar&lt;br /&gt;São coisas lindas que eu tenho pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;Vem de mansinho à brisa e me diz&lt;br /&gt;É impossível ser feliz sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da primeira vez era a cidade&lt;br /&gt;Da segunda o cais e a eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu já sei&lt;br /&gt;Da onda que se ergueu no mar&lt;br /&gt;E das estrelas que esquecemos de contar&lt;br /&gt;O amor se deixa surpreender&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a noite vem nos envolver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5024889700207693659?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-impossivel-ser-feliz-sozinho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SwPpzVbiA1I/AAAAAAAAAZM/iw9NPyqj97o/s72-c/wave-2455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7037832119582150925</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T16:15:22.229-02:00</atom:updated><title>VIVER E SABER AMAR</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SwLklmOnmII/AAAAAAAAAZE/_xurWy_B5AE/s1600/Don_Juan_de_Marco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SwLklmOnmII/AAAAAAAAAZE/_xurWy_B5AE/s400/Don_Juan_de_Marco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405133837366171778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;To really love a woman, to understand her&lt;br /&gt;You've got to know her deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Hear every thought, see every dream&lt;br /&gt;And give her wings when she wants to fly&lt;br /&gt;Then when you find yourself lying&lt;br /&gt;Helpless in her arms&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman&lt;br /&gt;You tell her that she's really wanted&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman&lt;br /&gt;You tell her that she's the one&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she needs somebody to tell her&lt;br /&gt;That it's gonna last forever&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, have you ever really&lt;br /&gt;Really, really ever loved a woman?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really love a woman, let her hold you&lt;br /&gt;'Til you know how she needs to be touched&lt;br /&gt;You've got to breathe her, really taste her&lt;br /&gt;'Til you can feel her in your blood&lt;br /&gt;And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman&lt;br /&gt;You tell her that she's really wanted&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman&lt;br /&gt;You tell her that she's the one&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;To tell her that you'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;So tell me have you ever really&lt;br /&gt;Really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give her some faith&lt;br /&gt;Hold her tight, a little tenderness&lt;br /&gt;You've got to treat her right&lt;br /&gt;She will be there for you, taking good, care of you&lt;br /&gt;You really gotta love your woman, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman,&lt;br /&gt;You tell her that she's really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman,&lt;br /&gt;You tell her that she's the one.&lt;br /&gt;She needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;To tell her that it's gonna last forever.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, have you ever really&lt;br /&gt;Really, really ever loved a woman? yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me, have you ever really&lt;br /&gt;Really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Just tell me, have you ever really&lt;br /&gt;Really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7037832119582150925?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/viver-e-saber-amar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SwLklmOnmII/AAAAAAAAAZE/_xurWy_B5AE/s72-c/Don_Juan_de_Marco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5631735660487143704</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T14:31:57.039-02:00</atom:updated><title>O VENTO LEVA!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Svw3Duj5rRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qziAWfClCK8/s1600-h/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Svw3Duj5rRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qziAWfClCK8/s400/vento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403254190115499282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento Ventania&lt;br /&gt;Biquini Cavadão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê....&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;As bordas do céu&lt;br /&gt;Pois vou puxar&lt;br /&gt;As barbas de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá onde&lt;br /&gt;Nasce a chuva&lt;br /&gt;Prá lá de onde&lt;br /&gt;O vento faz a curva...&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe cavalgar&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus desatinos&lt;br /&gt;Nas revoadas&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Quero juntar-me a você&lt;br /&gt;E carregar&lt;br /&gt;Os balões pro mar&lt;br /&gt;Quero enrolar&lt;br /&gt;As pipas nos fios&lt;br /&gt;Mandar meus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Pelo ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer canto do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ásia, europa, américa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;As bordas do céu&lt;br /&gt;Pois vou puxar&lt;br /&gt;As barbas de Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;Os quatro cantos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Hum! Me deixe cavalgar&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus desatinos&lt;br /&gt;Nas revoadas&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Quero mover&lt;br /&gt;As pás dos moinhos&lt;br /&gt;E abrandar o calor do sol&lt;br /&gt;Quero emaranhar&lt;br /&gt;O cabelo da menina&lt;br /&gt;Mandar meus beijos pelo ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer canto do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ásia, europa, américa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe cavalgar&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus desatinos&lt;br /&gt;Nas revoadas&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhos&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Me leve sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Quero juntar-me a você&lt;br /&gt;E carregar os balões pro mar&lt;br /&gt;Quero enrolar as pipas nos fios&lt;br /&gt;Mandar meus beijos pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Vento, ventania&lt;br /&gt;Agora que estou solto na vida&lt;br /&gt;Me leve prá qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;Me leve mas não me faça voltar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê, Lê....&lt;br /&gt;Me leve mas não me faça voltar...(2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5631735660487143704?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-vento-leva.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Svw3Duj5rRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qziAWfClCK8/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2711349683161824067</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T21:47:23.610-02:00</atom:updated><title>SIM, TODO AMOR É SAGRADO...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Svn7UFNJgBI/AAAAAAAAA84/klecc7d0Y2g/s1600-h/BXK139293_abelha-na-flor800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402625550420901906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Svn7UFNJgBI/AAAAAAAAA84/klecc7d0Y2g/s400/BXK139293_abelha-na-flor800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor de Índio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beto Guedes/Ronaldo Bastos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que move é sagrado&lt;br /&gt;e remove as montanhas com todo o cuidado, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a chama arder, todo dia te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;tudo viver a teu lado&lt;br /&gt;como o arco da promessa&lt;br /&gt;no azul pintado pra durar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abelha fazendo o mel vale o tempo que não voou&lt;br /&gt;A estrela caiu do céu, o pedido que se pensou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O destino que se cumpriu de sentir seu calor e ser todo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo dia é de viver para ser o que for e ser tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, todo amor é sagrado&lt;br /&gt;e o fruto do trabalho é mais que sagrado, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massa que faz o pão vale a luz do teu suor&lt;br /&gt;Lembra que o sono é sagrado&lt;br /&gt;e alimenta de horizontes&lt;br /&gt;o tempo acordado de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inverno te proteger, no verão sair pra pescar&lt;br /&gt;no outono te conhecer, primavera poder gostar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estio me derreter pra na chuva dançar e andar junto&lt;br /&gt;O destino que se cumpriu e sentir seu calor é ser todo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2711349683161824067?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/sim-todo-amor-e-sagrado.html</link><author>georgia.marcusso@gmail.com (Georgia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Svn7UFNJgBI/AAAAAAAAA84/klecc7d0Y2g/s72-c/BXK139293_abelha-na-flor800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6637351681690439856</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T11:39:10.475-02:00</atom:updated><title>EU QUERO MAIS É BEIJAR NA BOCA.... E SER FELIZ DAQUI PRA FRENTE... PRA SEMPRE!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SvAyBroArJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_ibh9TgVvSU/s1600-h/maracuja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SvAyBroArJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_ibh9TgVvSU/s400/maracuja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399870957689023634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Também Quero Beijar&lt;br /&gt;Cidade Negra&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Pepeu Gomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flor do desejo e do maracujá&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero beijar&lt;br /&gt;Haja dor, haja guerra&lt;br /&gt;Haja a guerra que há&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero beijar&lt;br /&gt;Do Farol da Barra&lt;br /&gt;Ao Jardim de Alá&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero beijar&lt;br /&gt;Da pele morena daquela acolá&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero beijar...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo a flor&lt;br /&gt;Mas a flor que eu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso beijar&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai, amor&lt;br /&gt;Haja fogo, haja guerra&lt;br /&gt;Haja a guerra que há&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Do barco fantasma&lt;br /&gt;Que vai me levar&lt;br /&gt;Mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Haja fogo, haja guerra&lt;br /&gt;Haja a guerra que há&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flor do desejo e do maracujá&lt;br /&gt;Haja dor, haja guerra&lt;br /&gt;Haja a guerra que há&lt;br /&gt;Do Farol da Barra&lt;br /&gt;Ao Jardim de Alá&lt;br /&gt;Da pele morena daquela acolá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flor do desejo e do maracujá&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero beijar&lt;br /&gt;Haja dor, haja guerra&lt;br /&gt;Haja a guerra que há&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero beijar&lt;br /&gt;Do Farol da Barra&lt;br /&gt;Ao Jardim de Alá&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero beijar&lt;br /&gt;Da pele morena daquela acolá&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero beijar...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo a flor&lt;br /&gt;Mas a flor que eu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso beijar&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai, amor&lt;br /&gt;Haja fogo, haja guerra&lt;br /&gt;Haja a guerra que há&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Do barco fantasma&lt;br /&gt;Que vai me levar&lt;br /&gt;Mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Haja fogo, haja guerra&lt;br /&gt;Haja a guerra que há&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-6637351681690439856?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-quero-mais-e-beijar-na-boca-e-ser.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SvAyBroArJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_ibh9TgVvSU/s72-c/maracuja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7548854530573011748</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T10:07:43.759-02:00</atom:updated><title>MEIO SAFADO. OUTRA METADE É ROMANCE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SurVxvvQDoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ko-ZrU3BF04/s1600-h/maca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SurVxvvQDoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ko-ZrU3BF04/s400/maca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398362153961918082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá e passa o dia comigo e a noite também. Talvez alguns dias, quem sabe uns meses, anos ou décadas… eu te abrigaria em mim. Vem e fica até que eu tenha teu cheiro gravado em minha pele. Vem que te tiro esse cansaço, te arranco um sorriso e te adormeço em meu peito. Vem porque até ontem éramos completamente improváveis.Vem porque o pecado nos espera. Vem porque nos provocamos tanto. Vem porque nos prometemos o sabor. Vem sem pressa, mas não se atrase. “Tem espaço na casa e no coração”. Pode vir que te recebo, te gosto, te desejo, te entorpeço e te juro algum amor.&lt;br /&gt;Darlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7548854530573011748?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/10/meio-safado-outra-metade-e-romance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SurVxvvQDoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ko-ZrU3BF04/s72-c/maca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6995076343415119698</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T13:08:39.906-02:00</atom:updated><title>WISH YOU WERE HERE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Suha2vuXglI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RIJ5enHTtbE/s1600-h/wish_you_were_here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Suha2vuXglI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RIJ5enHTtbE/s400/wish_you_were_here.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397664049973920338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA OS MEUS AMIGOS DE PERTO (QUE ME ACOLHEM) E DE LONGE (QUE ME FAZEM IMENSA FAUTA). AMO VCs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;Composição: David Gilmour / Roger Waters &lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies from pain&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;Your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;Did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war&lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-6995076343415119698?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-you-were-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Suha2vuXglI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RIJ5enHTtbE/s72-c/wish_you_were_here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5048547020954463394</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T21:47:22.609-03:00</atom:updated><title>Mario Faustino</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/SsFYicBz4HI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LzLb2YuhzeM/s1600-h/mario+faustino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386683977974407282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/SsFYicBz4HI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LzLb2YuhzeM/s400/mario+faustino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SONETO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessito de um ser, um ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Que me envolva de ser&lt;br /&gt;Contra o não ser universal, arcano&lt;br /&gt;Impossível de ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À luz da lua que ressarce o dano&lt;br /&gt;Cruel de adormecer&lt;br /&gt;A sós, à noite, ao pé do desumano&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessito de um ser, de seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Escuro e palpitante&lt;br /&gt;Necessito de um ser dormente e lasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra meu ser arfante:&lt;br /&gt;Necessito de um ser sendo ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Um ser profundo e aberto, um ser amado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5048547020954463394?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/mario-faustino.html</link><author>georgia.marcusso@gmail.com (Georgia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/SsFYicBz4HI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LzLb2YuhzeM/s72-c/mario+faustino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-3079297537989928634</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T15:39:10.088-03:00</atom:updated><title>UMA VIDA INTERESSANTE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SrKCSKTL-XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3X6NXIFCG3g/s1600-h/P1010253[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382507753175251314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SrKCSKTL-XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3X6NXIFCG3g/s400/P1010253%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse texto é da jornalista Martha Medeiros, do jornal O Globo, que copiei do blog da Fabricia Soares, e dedico para todas as minhas amigas, mães, noivas, mulheres batalhadoras, talentosas e ocupadíssimas como eu que precisam de uns 5 dias de férias! :-) .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“Eu não sirvo de exemplo para nada, mas, se você quer saber se isso é possível, me ofereço como piloto de testes.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a Miss Imperfeita, muito prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Uma imperfeita que faz tudo o que precisa fazer, como boa profissional, mãe e mulher que também sou:&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho todos os dias, ganho minha grana, vou ao supermercado três vezes por semana, decido o cardápio das refeições, levo os filhos no colégio e busco, almoço com eles, estudo com eles, telefono para minha mãe todas as noites, procuro minhas amigas, namoro, viajo, vou ao cinema, pago minhas contas, respondo a toneladas de e-mails, faço revisões no dentista, mamografia, caminho meia hora diariamente, compro flores para casa, providencio os consertos domésticos, participo de eventos e reuniões ligados à minha profissão e ainda faço escova toda semana - e as unhas!&lt;br /&gt;E, entre uma coisa e outra, leio livros.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, sou ocupada, mas não uma workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais disciplinada e responsável que eu seja, aprendi duas coisinhas que operam milagres.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro: a dizer NÃO.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo: a não sentir um pingo de culpa por dizer NÃO. Culpa por nada, aliás.&lt;br /&gt;Existe a Coca Zero, o Fome Zero, o Recruta Zero.Pois inclua na sua lista a Culpa Zero.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você nasceu, nenhum profeta adentrou a sala da maternidade e lhe apontou o dedo dizendo que a partir daquele momento você seria modelo para os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Seu pai e sua mãe, acredite, não tiveram essa expectativa: tudo o que desejaram é que você não chorasse muito durante as madrugadas e mamasse direitinho.Você não é Nossa Senhora.Você é, humildemente, uma mulher.E, se não aprender a delegar, a priorizar e a se divertir, bye-bye vida interessante.&lt;br /&gt;Porque vida interessante não é ter a agenda lotada, não é ser sempre politicamente correta, não é topar qualquer projeto por dinheiro, não é atender a todos e criar para si a falsa impressão de ser indispensável. É ter tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para fazer nada.Tempo para fazer tudo.Tempo para dançar sozinha na sala.Tempo para bisbilhotar uma loja de discos.Tempo para sumir dois dias com seu amor.Três dias.Cinco dias!Tempo para uma massagem.Tempo para ver a novela.Tempo para receber aquela sua amiga que é consultora de produtos de beleza.Tempo para fazer um trabalho voluntário.Tempo para procurar um abajur novo para seu quarto.Tempo para conhecer outras pessoas.Voltar a estudar.Para engravidar.Tempo para escrever um livro que você nem sabe se um dia será editado.Tempo, principalmente, para descobrir que você pode ser perfeitamente organizada e profissional sem deixar de existir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque nossa existência não é contabilizada por um relógio de ponto ou pela quantidade de memorandos virtuais que atolam nossa caixa postal.&lt;br /&gt;Existir, a que será que se destina?&lt;br /&gt;Destina-se a ter o tempo a favor, e não contra.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher moderna anda muito antiga. Acredita que, se não for super, se não for mega, se não for uma executiva ISO 9000, não será bem avaliada.Está tentando provar não-sei-o-quê para não-sei-quem.Precisa respeitar o mosaico de si mesma, privilegiar cada pedacinho de si. Se o trabalho é um pedação de sua vida, ótimo!Nada é mais elegante, charmoso e inteligente do que ser independente.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que se sustenta fica muito mais sexy e muito mais livre para ir e vir.Desde que lembre de separar alguns bons momentos da semana para usufruir essa independência, senão é escravidão, a mesma que nos mantinha trancafiadas em casa, espiando a vida pela janela.Desacelerar tem um custo.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja preciso esquecer a bolsa Prada, o hotel decorado pelo Philippe Starck e o batom da M.A.C.Mas, se você precisa vender a alma ao diabo para ter tudo isso, francamente, está precisando rever seus valores.E descobrir que uma bolsa de palha, uma pousadinha rústica à beira-mar e o rosto lavado (ok, esqueça o rosto lavado) podem ser prazeres cinco estrelas e nos dar uma nova perspectiva sobre o que é, afinal, uma vida interessante.”&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA MEDEIROS - Revista do Jornal O GLOBO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-3079297537989928634?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-vida-interessante.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SrKCSKTL-XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3X6NXIFCG3g/s72-c/P1010253%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4972018065884824876</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T12:05:29.521-03:00</atom:updated><title>CHUVA</title><description>Poema de Fernando Gregh, &lt;br /&gt; traduzido por Guilherme de Almeida, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Chove",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove.&lt;br /&gt;A vidraça chora.&lt;br /&gt;O vento põe no parque um soluço de outono.&lt;br /&gt;Range uma porta e bate, e parece que implora&lt;br /&gt;numa voz de abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove.&lt;br /&gt;Dir-se-ia que milhões de alfinetes acertam&lt;br /&gt;nos vidros frios&lt;br /&gt;e se espetam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove.&lt;br /&gt;A vidraça chora.&lt;br /&gt;O céu esconde a última nesga azul, que existe,&lt;br /&gt;sob um manto cinzento e móvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é triste.&lt;br /&gt;--- que importa!&lt;br /&gt;Ulule o vento, bata a porta&lt;br /&gt;e tombe a chuva!&lt;br /&gt;Que importa!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho nos olhos um clarão que nada turva,&lt;br /&gt;tenho na vida um céu azul e imóvel; &lt;br /&gt;tenho na alma um jardim ondulante de palmas&lt;br /&gt;balançado em pleno anil por brisas calmas:&lt;br /&gt;e eu penso nela!&lt;br /&gt;Chove...&lt;br /&gt;--- a vida é bela!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4972018065884824876?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuva.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8796677333693691325</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T15:36:31.233-03:00</atom:updated><title>DON´T WAIT</title><description>Don't Wait Too Long&lt;br /&gt;Madeleine Peyroux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can cry a million tears&lt;br /&gt;You can wait a million years&lt;br /&gt;If you think that time will change your ways&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your morning turns to night&lt;br /&gt;Who'll be loving you by candlelight&lt;br /&gt;If you think that time will change your ways&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I got a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;Time can slip away&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you got to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;Before you find your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance, play your part&lt;br /&gt;Make romance, it might brake your heart&lt;br /&gt;But if you think that time will change your ways&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may rain, it may shine&lt;br /&gt;Love will age like fine red wine&lt;br /&gt;But if you think that time will change your ways&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you and I got a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste another day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you got to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;Before you find your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance, play your part&lt;br /&gt;Make romance, it might brake your heart&lt;br /&gt;But if you think that time will change your ways&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait too long&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Don't wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8796677333693691325?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-wait.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7831449396470472508</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T15:55:11.373-03:00</atom:updated><title>VAI TER MAIS TEMPO PRA GENTE FICAR JUNTO... É SO UM JEITO DE EU ENLOUQUECER COM VOCÊ...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SoG-d6GzrnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fSM5LKrRLXk/s1600-h/amanha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SoG-d6GzrnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fSM5LKrRLXk/s400/amanha.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368781651825634930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELO ESTRANHO DIA DE AMANHÃ&lt;br /&gt;Roberta Sá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notícias perderão todo o controle dos fatos&lt;br /&gt;Celebridades cairão no anonimato&lt;br /&gt;Palavras deformadas&lt;br /&gt;Fotos desfocadas, vão atravessar o atlântico&lt;br /&gt;Jornais sairão em branco&lt;br /&gt;E as telas planas de plasma vão se dissolver&lt;br /&gt;O argumento ficou sem assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter mais tempo pra gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter mais tempo pra enlouquecer com você&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter mais tempo pra gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter mais tempo pra enlouquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os políticos amanhecerão sem voz&lt;br /&gt;O outdoor com as letras trocadas&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do banco central o pessoal vai esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Como é que assina a própria assinatura&lt;br /&gt;E os taxistas já não sabem que rua pegar&lt;br /&gt;Que belo estranho dia pra se ter alegria&lt;br /&gt;E eu respondo e pergunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo pra gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo de eu enlouquecer por você&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo pra gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só o tempo de eu enlouquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarmes já pararam de apitar&lt;br /&gt;O telefone celular descarregou&lt;br /&gt;O aeroporto tá sem teto&lt;br /&gt;E a moça da tv prevê silêncios e nuvens&lt;br /&gt;A firma que eu trabalho faliu&lt;br /&gt;E o governo decretou feriado amanhã no Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Será que é pedir muito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito da gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito de eu enlouquecer com você&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito da gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito de eu enlouquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito da gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito de eu enlouquecer com você&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito da gente ficar junto&lt;br /&gt;É só um jeito de eu enlouquecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7831449396470472508?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/vai-ter-mais-tempo-pra-gente-ficar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SoG-d6GzrnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fSM5LKrRLXk/s72-c/amanha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7068668459343593538</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-08T12:59:01.694-03:00</atom:updated><title>No fim das contas...</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaMKm0JbQFg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaMKm0JbQFg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura Íntima&lt;br /&gt;Kid Abelha&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Leoni / Paula Toller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem amor que a hora é essa&lt;br /&gt;Vê se entende a minha pressa&lt;br /&gt;Não me diz que eu tô errado&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô seco, eu tô molhado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;Deixa as contas&lt;br /&gt;que no fim das contas&lt;br /&gt;O que interessa pra nós&lt;br /&gt;É fazer amor de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Amor com jeito de virada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larga logo desse espelho&lt;br /&gt;Não reparou que eu tô até vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Tá ficando tarde no meu edredon&lt;br /&gt;Logo o sono bate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;Deixa as contas&lt;br /&gt;que no fim das contas&lt;br /&gt;O que interessa pra nós&lt;br /&gt;É fazer amor de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Amor com jeito de virada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7068668459343593538?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-fim-das-contas.html</link><author>georgia.marcusso@gmail.com (Georgia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6668458335680106725</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T11:51:24.849-03:00</atom:updated><title>Como o pensamento de Miss... Eu quero a felicidade e a paz do mundo</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Snrt4yhMoaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jMn3mmwDToI/s1600-h/LittleMissSunshineMoviePoster4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Snrt4yhMoaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jMn3mmwDToI/s400/LittleMissSunshineMoviePoster4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366863465854837154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fidelity&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shake it up)&lt;br /&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;In the sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my ha-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my ha-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever met you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever let you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me so sweet&lt;br /&gt;And so so-o-o-o-oft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you never ever called&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I kept on singing love songs&lt;br /&gt;Just to break&lt;br /&gt;My own fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say&lt;br /&gt;That of course it's&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get beh'uh&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get beh'uh&lt;br /&gt;Beh'uh, beh'uh, beh'uh, beh'uh&lt;br /&gt;Behtur, bettur, betterrrr, ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;In the sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All of this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my ha-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my ha, ah, ah, ah, art&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my ha-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-aart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-6668458335680106725?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-o-pensamento-de-miss-eu-quero.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Snrt4yhMoaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/jMn3mmwDToI/s72-c/LittleMissSunshineMoviePoster4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7800305984422952592</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T19:50:48.491-03:00</atom:updated><title>Quem te viu...quem te vê</title><description>Você era a mais bonita das cabrochas dessa ala&lt;br /&gt;Você era a favorita onde eu era mestre-sala&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a gente nem se fala mas a festa continua&lt;br /&gt;Suas noites são de gala, nosso samba ainda é na rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o samba saiu, lá lalaiá, procurando você&lt;br /&gt;Quem te viu, quem te vê&lt;br /&gt;Quem não a conhece não pode mais ver pra crer&lt;br /&gt;Quem jamais esquece não pode reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o samba começava você era a mais brilhante&lt;br /&gt;E se a gente se cansava você só seguia a diante&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a gente anda distante do calor do seu gingado&lt;br /&gt;Você só dá chá dançante onde eu não sou convidado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu samba assim marcava na cadência os seus passos&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho se embalava no carinho dos seus braços&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de teimoso eu passo bem em frente ao seu portão&lt;br /&gt;Pra lembrar que sobra espaço no barraco e no cordão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo ano eu lhe fazia uma cabrocha de alta classe&lt;br /&gt;De dourado eu lhe vestia pra que o povo admirasse&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei bem com certeza porque foi que um belo dia&lt;br /&gt;Quem brincava de princesa acostumou na fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou sambar na pista, você vai de galeria&lt;br /&gt;Quero que você me assista na mais fina companhia&lt;br /&gt;Se você sentir saudade por favor não dê na vista&lt;br /&gt;Bate palma com vontade, faz de conta que é turista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7800305984422952592?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/quem-te-viuqeum-te-ve.html</link><author>georgia.marcusso@gmail.com (Georgia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5191520918664544800</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T14:24:48.600-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SnMo1YuuBjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fQFDYuCSN2c/s1600-h/tira-29-04-2009-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SnMo1YuuBjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fQFDYuCSN2c/s400/tira-29-04-2009-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364676478764975666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O AUTO-RETRATO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No retrato que me faço&lt;br /&gt;- traço a traço -&lt;br /&gt;às vezes me pinto nuvem,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes me pinto árvore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes me pinto coisas&lt;br /&gt;de que nem há mais lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;ou coisas que não existem&lt;br /&gt;mas que um dia existirão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e, desta lida, em que busco&lt;br /&gt;- pouco a pouco -&lt;br /&gt;minha eterna semelhança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no final, que restará?&lt;br /&gt;Um desenho de criança...&lt;br /&gt;Corrigido por um louco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Quintana (Apontamentos de História Sobrenatural)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5191520918664544800?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-auto-retrato-no-retrato-que-me-faco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SnMo1YuuBjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fQFDYuCSN2c/s72-c/tira-29-04-2009-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8163389312646440140</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T10:00:07.478-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SmB1q-28GDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fOCA0bwCI20/s1600-h/bici.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SmB1q-28GDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fOCA0bwCI20/s400/bici.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359412937859274802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Your Records On&lt;br /&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little birds, sat on my window&lt;br /&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Summer came like cinnamon ,so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;We've got it wrong, but it's all right.&lt;br /&gt;The more things seem to change,&lt;br /&gt;the more they stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on,&lt;br /&gt;tell me your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself some where,some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue as the sky,&lt;br /&gt;sunburnt and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the road side.&lt;br /&gt;(just relax, just relax)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that afro hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;we feel afraid, but it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;The more you stay the same,&lt;br /&gt;the more they seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on,&lt;br /&gt;tell me your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself some where, some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just more than I could take,&lt;br /&gt;pity for pity's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Some nights kept me awake,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realize,&lt;br /&gt;that you don't even have to try any longer?&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on,&lt;br /&gt;tell me your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down.(go let your hair down)&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get your dreams.(hope get your dreams)&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. (Baby, let your hair down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8163389312646440140?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/put-your-records-on-corinne-bailey-rae.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SmB1q-28GDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fOCA0bwCI20/s72-c/bici.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1909157825546045193</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T15:02:54.461-03:00</atom:updated><title>TE QUERO TANTO.... I WANT YOU</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Sl9rSXGty6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/RLJq8WLda6c/s1600-h/bolinha%2Bde%2Bsab%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Sl9rSXGty6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/RLJq8WLda6c/s400/bolinha%2Bde%2Bsab%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359120044778179490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto (I Want You)&lt;br /&gt;Skank&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Bob Dylan / versão: Skank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coveiros gemem tristes ais&lt;br /&gt;E realejos ancestrais juram que&lt;br /&gt;Eu não devia mais querer você&lt;br /&gt;Os sinos e os clarins rachados&lt;br /&gt;Zombando tão desafinados&lt;br /&gt;Querem, eu sei, mas é pecado&lt;br /&gt;Eu te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanto, é tanto&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Políticos embriagados&lt;br /&gt;Dançando em guetos arruinados&lt;br /&gt;E os profetas desacordados&lt;br /&gt;A te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eles vem tomar meu&lt;br /&gt;Drinque em meu copo a trincar&lt;br /&gt;E me pedir pra te deixar partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanto, é tanto&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos meus pais querem me dar&lt;br /&gt;Amor que há tempos não está lá&lt;br /&gt;E suas filhas vão me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Eu voltei pra minha sina&lt;br /&gt;Contei pra uma menina&lt;br /&gt;Meu medo só termina estando ali&lt;br /&gt;Ela é suave assim&lt;br /&gt;E sabe quase tudo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe onde eu&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar enfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanto, é tanto&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas seu dândi vai&lt;br /&gt;De paletó chinês&lt;br /&gt;Falou comigo mais de uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu sei, não fui muito cortês&lt;br /&gt;Com ele,não&lt;br /&gt;Isso, porque ele mentiu, porque&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhou e partiu&lt;br /&gt;Porque o tempo consentiu&lt;br /&gt;Ou se não porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tanto, é tanto&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto&lt;br /&gt;É tanto&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos você soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Te quero tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekMhjRU8-Jc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Want You&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Indisponível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty undertaker sighs&lt;br /&gt;Lonely organ grinder cries&lt;br /&gt;Silver saxophone say I&lt;br /&gt;I should refuse you&lt;br /&gt;Cracked bells and washed out horns&lt;br /&gt;Blow into my face with scorn&lt;br /&gt;It's not that way&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't born to lose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;So bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken politicians leap&lt;br /&gt;Under the streets where mothers weep&lt;br /&gt;Saviours lying fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;They wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I wait for them to interrupt me&lt;br /&gt;Drinking from my broken cup&lt;br /&gt;And ask for me&lt;br /&gt;To open up the gate for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;So bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my fathers, they've gone down&lt;br /&gt;True love, they live without it&lt;br /&gt;And all their daughters, they still put me down&lt;br /&gt;Because I think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the Queen of Spades&lt;br /&gt;Talked with my chambermaid&lt;br /&gt;She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her&lt;br /&gt;She's good to me&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing she don't see&lt;br /&gt;She knows where I would rather be&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing child with his shiny suit&lt;br /&gt;He spoke to me, I stole his flute&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn't that cute to him&lt;br /&gt;Was I?&lt;br /&gt;I did it all because&lt;br /&gt;He lied&lt;br /&gt;Because he took you for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Because time was on his side&lt;br /&gt;Because I want you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;So bad&lt;br /&gt; http://letras.terra.com.br/bob-dylan/11930/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-1909157825546045193?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-quero-tanto-i-want-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Sl9rSXGty6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/RLJq8WLda6c/s72-c/bolinha%2Bde%2Bsab%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5640002286441494190</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-14T21:11:35.527-03:00</atom:updated><title>SMILE</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b67uA_TZVVM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b67uA_TZVVM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile even though it’s breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;That’s the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what’s the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what’s the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You’ll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5640002286441494190?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html</link><author>georgia.marcusso@gmail.com (Georgia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1778296194213750256</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-14T11:33:57.008-03:00</atom:updated><title>EASY</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SlyXNvqIfII/AAAAAAAAAXk/oKVgJt49Nmc/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358323919051324546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SlyXNvqIfII/AAAAAAAAAXk/oKVgJt49Nmc/s400/blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love Is Easy&lt;br /&gt;Melody Gardot&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Indisponível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within your heart, you know it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;Like Adam was to Eve, you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;They say the poisoned vine breeds a finer wine&lt;br /&gt;Our love is easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me plainly I would glady say&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have you round just for them rainy days&lt;br /&gt;I like the touch of your hand, the way you make no demands&lt;br /&gt;Our love is easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is easy&lt;br /&gt;Like water rushing over stone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, our love is easy, like no love I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically speaking we were made to last&lt;br /&gt;Examine all the pieces of our recent past&lt;br /&gt;There's your mouth of tears&lt;br /&gt;Your hands around my waist&lt;br /&gt;Our love is easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we meet it's like the first we kiss&lt;br /&gt;Never growing tired of this endlessness&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple thing, we don't need a ring&lt;br /&gt;Our love is easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is easy&lt;br /&gt;Like water rushing over stone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, our love is easy, like no love I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is easy&lt;br /&gt;Like water rushing over stone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, our love is easy, like no love I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within your heart, you know it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;Like Adam was to Eve, you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;They say the poisoned vine breeds a finer wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLSjZHshqj0&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=96AE7EA97E2EE70A&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-1778296194213750256?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/easy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Giselle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SlyXNvqIfII/AAAAAAAAAXk/oKVgJt49Nmc/s72-c/blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1595063571661834814</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T21:48:12.411-03:00</atom:updated><title>É VERO...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Sk6mrosQ3MI/AAAAAAAAA6k/oRRMKSD348I/s1600-h/a_rosini_589065_vetrograndeInsilenzionelblusito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354400275577756866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Sk6mrosQ3MI/AAAAAAAAA6k/oRRMKSD348I/s400/a_rosini_589065_vetrograndeInsilenzionelblusito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"“Facilmente nos deixamos enganar por aquilo que amamos" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jean Molière&lt;/em&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/6964711295661649165-1595063571661834814?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-vero.html</link><author>georgia.marcusso@gmail.com (Georgia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Sk6mrosQ3MI/AAAAAAAAA6k/oRRMKSD348I/s72-c/a_rosini_589065_vetrograndeInsilenzionelblusito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>