<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165</id><updated>2012-01-16T14:11:55.022-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso Clube do Livro</title><subtitle type='html'>Imagine 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!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>422</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4571874301086479885</id><published>2011-12-13T09:19:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:14:00.675-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visconde de Mauá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WE-7XF11qrM/TufNgrnTn9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/sHXrX0FbS9Y/s1600/CIMG1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WE-7XF11qrM/TufNgrnTn9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/sHXrX0FbS9Y/s320/CIMG1267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685739015925637074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=fvwp&amp;NR=1&amp;v=AI1BJQ0HEyM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One And Only&lt;br /&gt;Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I grow fonder every day,&lt;br /&gt;Lose myself in time,&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of your face,&lt;br /&gt;God only knows why it's taken me so long to let my doubts go,&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before,&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling, every word,&lt;br /&gt;I've imagined it all,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if you never try,&lt;br /&gt;To forgive your past and simply be mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'm worth it,&lt;br /&gt;To hold in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've been on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;You hang on every word I say,&lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself in time,&lt;br /&gt;At the mention of my name,&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close,&lt;br /&gt;And have you tell me whichever road I choose, you'll go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been here before,&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling, every word,&lt;br /&gt;I've imagined it all,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if you never try,&lt;br /&gt;To forgive your past and simply be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm worth it, mmm,&lt;br /&gt;To hold in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy giving up your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't easy giving up your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's pefect,&lt;br /&gt;(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart),&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've learned it,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's pefect,&lt;br /&gt;(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart),&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've learned it,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's pefect,&lt;br /&gt;(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart),&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've learned it,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's pefect,&lt;br /&gt;(I know it ain't easy giving up your heart),&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I've learned it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm worth it,&lt;br /&gt;To hold in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;So come on and give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the end starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4571874301086479885?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4571874301086479885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/12/visconde-de-maua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4571874301086479885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4571874301086479885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/12/visconde-de-maua.html' title='Visconde de Mauá'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WE-7XF11qrM/TufNgrnTn9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/sHXrX0FbS9Y/s72-c/CIMG1267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2869132582743154971</id><published>2011-11-22T09:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:25:49.694-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpZv1TCXUT0/TsuGsEpMG_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/AMLKXHG5_Uc/s1600/328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpZv1TCXUT0/TsuGsEpMG_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/AMLKXHG5_Uc/s320/328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677779846949510130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idFJkZQmN38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Rock]&lt;br /&gt;Livin' my life in a slow hell&lt;br /&gt;Different girl every night at the hotel&lt;br /&gt;I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days&lt;br /&gt;Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had a good girl to miss me&lt;br /&gt;Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways&lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and cried today&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her&lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away, sat down and cried today&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at you, while I'm lyin next to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sherly Crow]&lt;br /&gt;I called you last night in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows but they wont tell&lt;br /&gt;But their half hearted smiles tell me&lt;br /&gt;Somethin' just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;I been waitin' on you for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine&lt;br /&gt;I ain't heard from you in three damn nights&lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you been&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him&lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you been&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sheryl Crow]&lt;br /&gt;I saw ya yesterday with an old friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Rock]&lt;br /&gt;It was the same ole same "how have you been"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both]&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone my worlds been dark and grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Rock]&lt;br /&gt;You reminded me of brighter days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sheryl Crow]&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you were comin' home to stay&lt;br /&gt;I was headed to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Rock]&lt;br /&gt;I was off to drink you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both]&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why we're living life this way&lt;br /&gt;I found your picture today&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll change my ways&lt;br /&gt;I just called to say I want you to come back home&lt;br /&gt;I found your picture today&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll change my ways&lt;br /&gt;I just called to say I want you to come back home&lt;br /&gt;I just called to say, I love you come back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2869132582743154971?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://letras.terra.com.br/sheryl-crow/318753/traducao.html' title='Road trip....'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6964711295661649165' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2869132582743154971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/11/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2869132582743154971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2869132582743154971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/11/road-trip.html' title='Road trip....'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DpZv1TCXUT0/TsuGsEpMG_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/AMLKXHG5_Uc/s72-c/328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7368200916019516918</id><published>2011-11-10T15:33:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T08:41:10.165-02:00</updated><title type='text'>She´s so beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUl0d0WvaB4/TrwNV-VCGeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-zsPIH1khpk/s1600/227185_226432234039301_100000175786319_1067518_4744516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUl0d0WvaB4/TrwNV-VCGeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-zsPIH1khpk/s320/227185_226432234039301_100000175786319_1067518_4744516_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673424301739612642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjhCEhWiKXk&amp;noredirect=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just The Way You Are&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, her eyes, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make the stars look like they're not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, her hair,&lt;br /&gt;Falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And i tell her everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i know, i know,&lt;br /&gt;When i compliment her she won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;And it's so, it's so&lt;br /&gt;Sad to think that she don't see what i see&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me, do i look okay,&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see your face,&lt;br /&gt;There is not a thing that i would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips, her lips&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss them all day if she'd let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh&lt;br /&gt;She hates but i think it's so sexy&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful, a&lt;br /&gt;Nd i tell her everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know, you know,&lt;br /&gt;You know i'd never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect's what you're searching for&lt;br /&gt;Then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;So don't even bother asking if you look okay,&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see your face,&lt;br /&gt;There is not a thing that i would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are?&lt;br /&gt;The way you are?&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're amazing,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing i would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile c&lt;br /&gt;Ause girl you're amazing,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are, yea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7368200916019516918?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7368200916019516918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/11/shes-so-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7368200916019516918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7368200916019516918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/11/shes-so-beautiful.html' title='She´s so beautiful...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUl0d0WvaB4/TrwNV-VCGeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-zsPIH1khpk/s72-c/227185_226432234039301_100000175786319_1067518_4744516_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2687564109040599015</id><published>2011-09-27T08:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T09:02:58.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Há de ser bonito, suave, Necessariamente recíproco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDwgA3Oo_1o/ToG7HX81MZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2j8LzSXxM9w/s1600/CIMG0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDwgA3Oo_1o/ToG7HX81MZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2j8LzSXxM9w/s320/CIMG0792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657008342316691858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te esperei, meu grande amor, em castidade. Esperei-te, em diversão e vida pulsante para estar apta a te viver quando chegastes. Peço desculpas, meu grande amor, pelas vezes que te confundi com tantos pormenores, efêmeros casos e encantamentos, paixões irracionais e outras coisas assim. Ah meu grande amor, chegou e me arrebatou, te reconheci pelo cheiro e pelo sorriso, já estava na hora de algum resgate. Prometo que não te cobro, tampouco pretendo, eternidades temporais, mas esperança há sim em mim. Há de ser bonito, suave, necessariamente recíproco. Que assim seja.&lt;br /&gt;(Adaptado de Caio de Abreu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2687564109040599015?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2687564109040599015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/09/ha-de-ser-bonito-suave-necessariamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2687564109040599015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2687564109040599015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/09/ha-de-ser-bonito-suave-necessariamente.html' title='Há de ser bonito, suave, Necessariamente recíproco...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDwgA3Oo_1o/ToG7HX81MZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2j8LzSXxM9w/s72-c/CIMG0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7041376075968093962</id><published>2011-06-13T11:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:10:41.451-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Até o mundo acabar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFkC3xxXcDY/TfYZ9RpNaEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kngVqXHKUXI/s1600/CIMG0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFkC3xxXcDY/TfYZ9RpNaEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kngVqXHKUXI/s320/CIMG0560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617706125690234946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nOEO7Hm7rg&amp;NR=1&amp;feature=fvwp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Janeiro A Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;Nando Reis&lt;br /&gt;Composição : Roberta Campos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo olhar no fundo dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E enxergar as coisas que me deixam no ar, me deixam no ar&lt;br /&gt;As várias fases, estações que me levam com o vento&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento bem devagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez, eu tive que fugir&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive que correr, pra não me entregar&lt;br /&gt;As loucuras que me levam até você&lt;br /&gt;Me fazem esquecer, que eu não posso chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe bem no fundo dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E sinta a emoção que nascerá quando você me olhar&lt;br /&gt;O universo conspira a nosso favor&lt;br /&gt;A conseqüência do destino é o amor, pra sempre vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez, você não entenda&lt;br /&gt;Essa coisa de fazer o mundo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que meu amor, não será passageiro&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei de janeiro a janeiro&lt;br /&gt;Até o mundo acabar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7041376075968093962?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7041376075968093962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/06/ate-o-mundo-acabar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7041376075968093962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7041376075968093962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/06/ate-o-mundo-acabar.html' title='Até o mundo acabar...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFkC3xxXcDY/TfYZ9RpNaEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kngVqXHKUXI/s72-c/CIMG0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1808137951595678477</id><published>2011-05-21T14:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:43:40.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vou, eu vou, eu vou....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Qz02qQKm3U/Tdf5jmSxJHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mNbfNv4uH-w/s1600/708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Qz02qQKm3U/Tdf5jmSxJHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mNbfNv4uH-w/s320/708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609226250883245170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnnk4ZJOGls&amp;feature=relat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundo Inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Roberta Campos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver você com esses olhos&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para mim olhar inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Falo bem baixinho e completo&lt;br /&gt;Passando a mão no teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço que a hora passa e invento&lt;br /&gt;Um modo de ficar por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Seguro tua mão e me contento&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo isso durar por toda vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou, eu vou, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com você amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver você com esses olhos&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para mim olhar inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Falo bem baixinho e completo&lt;br /&gt;Passando a mão no teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço que a hora passa e invento&lt;br /&gt;Um modo de ficar por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Seguro tua mão e me contento&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo isso durar por toda vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou, eu vou, eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com você amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me disser que amanhã é tarde&lt;br /&gt;Te falo mil razões que me invadem&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já sabe da um jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou esperar você amor&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser o tempo que for&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a eternidade aqui comigo (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me disser que amanhã é tarde&lt;br /&gt;Te falo mil razões que me invadem&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você o mundo inteiro (parada)&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já sabe da um jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou esperar você amor&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser o tempo que for&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a eternidade aqui comigo (2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-1808137951595678477?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1808137951595678477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-vou-eu-vou-eu-vou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1808137951595678477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1808137951595678477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-vou-eu-vou-eu-vou.html' title='Eu vou, eu vou, eu vou....'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Qz02qQKm3U/Tdf5jmSxJHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mNbfNv4uH-w/s72-c/708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1528037196217708280</id><published>2011-05-20T09:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:31:31.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKvNczcdbrk/TdZeFWZjVQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/38fnH1SjsZw/s1600/682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKvNczcdbrk/TdZeFWZjVQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/38fnH1SjsZw/s320/682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608773831941641474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIg7Bo_g-dA&lt;br /&gt;Ilhabela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking For Paradise ( feat. Alejandro Sanz)&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;Everybody say&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ladies first!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in a fast car&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where I´m going&lt;br /&gt;But i gotta get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me siento perdido&lt;br /&gt;Inquieto, solo y confundido&lt;br /&gt;Entonces me ato a las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Y al mundo entero le doy vueltas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing for somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;Sorta like me baby&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto para alguien como tú&lt;br /&gt;Pon la oreja, nena&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy buscando ese momento&lt;br /&gt;La música, que cuando llega&lt;br /&gt;Me llena con su sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Con sentimiento, vida llena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the sideway&lt;br /&gt;Looking for innocence&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find my way&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make some sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto para alguien como tú&lt;br /&gt;Sólo como tú, baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing for somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing for someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Tú, dime a quién le cantas&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's something about you that&lt;br /&gt;Speaks to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Speaks to my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing for someone&lt;br /&gt;Sorta like you&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto para alguien&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Sólo como tú, oh, my sister&lt;br /&gt;Todo el mundo va buscando ese lugar&lt;br /&gt;Looking for paradise&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ese corazón herido&lt;br /&gt;La música le da sentido&lt;br /&gt;Te damos con la voz tus alas&lt;br /&gt;Le damos a tus pies camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh does anybody out there&lt;br /&gt;feel like I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a better way&lt;br /&gt;So we can heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing for somebody like you&lt;br /&gt;Sorta like me baby&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto para alguien como tú&lt;br /&gt;Sólo como tú&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto para ti&lt;br /&gt;(I'm singing for someone)&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto para alguien&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's something about you that&lt;br /&gt;Speaks to my heart&lt;br /&gt;(Speaks to my heart)&lt;br /&gt;Speaks to my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing for someone&lt;br /&gt;(I'm singing)&lt;br /&gt;Sorta like you&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto para alguien&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Sólo como tú, oh, my sister&lt;br /&gt;Todo el mundo va buscando ese lugar&lt;br /&gt;Looking for paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, I'm talking 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for paradise&lt;br /&gt;Buscando, buscando)&lt;br /&gt;Looking for paradise..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-1528037196217708280?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1528037196217708280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/05/looking-for-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1528037196217708280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1528037196217708280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/05/looking-for-paradise.html' title='Looking for paradise'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKvNczcdbrk/TdZeFWZjVQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/38fnH1SjsZw/s72-c/682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8071292344212811920</id><published>2011-03-26T12:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:15:40.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEAL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLxzM049ctg/TY4Clpg7dzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QbKnHQ_oV6c/s1600/CIMG0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLxzM049ctg/TY4Clpg7dzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QbKnHQ_oV6c/s320/CIMG0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588407033435748146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Fc67yQsPqQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Seal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a church, by the face,&lt;br /&gt;He talks about the people going under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only child know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man decides after seventy years,&lt;br /&gt;That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door.&lt;br /&gt;While those around him criticize and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;And through a fractal on a breaking wall,&lt;br /&gt;I see you my friend, and touch your face again.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles will happen as we trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're never gonna survive, unless...&lt;br /&gt;We get a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;No we're never gonna survive, unless...&lt;br /&gt;We are a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy...crazy...crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Crazy yellow people walking through my head.&lt;br /&gt;One of them's got a gun, to shoot the other one.&lt;br /&gt;And yet together they were friends at school&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, get it, get it, get it, get it no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all were there when we first took the pill,&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Miracles will happen as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're never gonna survive unless...&lt;br /&gt;We get a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;No we're never gonna survive unless...&lt;br /&gt;We are a little...&lt;br /&gt;Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;No no, never survive, unless we get a little... bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda decides to go along after seventeen years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darlin...&lt;br /&gt;In a sky full of people, only some want to fly,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people, only some want to fly,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;In a heaven of people there's only some want to fly,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe... Oh darlin...&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people there's only some want to fly,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that crazy... Isn't that crazy... Isn't that crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy..crazy..&lt;br /&gt;No we're never gonna to survive unless, we are a little...crazy..&lt;br /&gt;But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy..crazy..&lt;br /&gt;No we're never gonna to survive unless, we are a little..crazy..&lt;br /&gt;No no, never survive unless, we get a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you see things&lt;br /&gt;The size&lt;br /&gt;Of which you've never known before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll break it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only child know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them things&lt;br /&gt;The size&lt;br /&gt;Of which you've never known before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday...&lt;br /&gt;(Someway... Someday... Someway...Someday... Someway... Someday...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8071292344212811920?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8071292344212811920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/seal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8071292344212811920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8071292344212811920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/seal.html' title='SEAL...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLxzM049ctg/TY4Clpg7dzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QbKnHQ_oV6c/s72-c/CIMG0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2733831172575941651</id><published>2011-03-25T13:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:47:41.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I belong to you... And you belong to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7zPQatoJX7E/TYzHIUvYPkI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Xk81KOK3-pU/s1600/199177_212338125448712_100000175786319_949148_5433705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7zPQatoJX7E/TYzHIUvYPkI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Xk81KOK3-pU/s320/199177_212338125448712_100000175786319_949148_5433705_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588060183480254018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOuL2AnJPok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret&lt;br /&gt;Seal&lt;br /&gt;Composição : Seal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must know me&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of your secrets&lt;br /&gt;You must know me&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of your secrets&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must know me&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of your secrets&lt;br /&gt;From what I see&lt;br /&gt;You're trying hard to keep it&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm your heart's keeper&lt;br /&gt;Meant for 3:21 AM&lt;br /&gt;She will be here&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes she will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of your secrets&lt;br /&gt;From what I see&lt;br /&gt;You're trying hard to keep it&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2733831172575941651?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2733831172575941651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-belong-to-you-and-you-belong-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2733831172575941651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2733831172575941651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-belong-to-you-and-you-belong-to-me.html' title='I belong to you... And you belong to me'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7zPQatoJX7E/TYzHIUvYPkI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Xk81KOK3-pU/s72-c/199177_212338125448712_100000175786319_949148_5433705_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2142321847264742681</id><published>2011-03-22T09:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:11:16.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>... TEM MÚSICA, AMIGOS E ALGUÉM PARA AMAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfBIqexKiXc/TYiRuAiRhBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/xUcnxbwJvWU/s1600/CIMG0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfBIqexKiXc/TYiRuAiRhBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/xUcnxbwJvWU/s320/CIMG0532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586875557356864530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwgXJzapsak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Lado de Cá&lt;br /&gt;Chimarruts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida às vezes dá uns dias de segundos cinzas&lt;br /&gt;e o tempo tic taca devagar&lt;br /&gt;Põe o teu melhor vestido, brilha teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá, vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida muitas vezes só chuvisca, só garoa&lt;br /&gt;e tudo não parece funcionar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe esse problema a toa, pra ficar na boa&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita&lt;br /&gt;A maré é boa de provar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo dança sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá tem música, amigos e alguém para amar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida às vezes dá uns dias de segundos cinzas&lt;br /&gt;e o tempo tic taca devagar&lt;br /&gt;Põe o teu melhor vestido, brilha teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá, vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida muitas vezes só chuvisca, só garoa&lt;br /&gt;e tudo não parece funcionar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe esse problema a toa, pra ficar na boa&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita&lt;br /&gt;A maré é boa de provar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo dança sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá tem música, amigos e alguém para amar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é agora, vê se não demora.&lt;br /&gt;Pra recomeçar é só ter vontade de felicidade pra pular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita&lt;br /&gt;A maré é boa de provar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo dança sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá tem música, amigos e alguém para amar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2142321847264742681?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2142321847264742681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/tem-musica-amigos-e-alguem-para-amar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2142321847264742681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2142321847264742681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/tem-musica-amigos-e-alguem-para-amar.html' title='... TEM MÚSICA, AMIGOS E ALGUÉM PARA AMAR...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfBIqexKiXc/TYiRuAiRhBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/xUcnxbwJvWU/s72-c/CIMG0532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6653730343177168510</id><published>2011-03-21T08:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:09:53.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu tenho a sorte de um amor tranqüilo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7N8CxUHNL2A/TYc9rIynFtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZRuOwNlGp3E/s1600/IMG_0358%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7N8CxUHNL2A/TYc9rIynFtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZRuOwNlGp3E/s320/IMG_0358%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586501674079819474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3BGvZHvQD4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso Dizer Que Eu Te Amo&lt;br /&gt;Cazuza&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Bebel Gilberto / Cazuza / Dé &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente conversa&lt;br /&gt;Contando casos, besteiras&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa em comum&lt;br /&gt;Deixando escapar segredos&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei que hora dizer&lt;br /&gt;Me dá um medo, que medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até o tempo passa arrastado&lt;br /&gt;Só pra eu ficar do teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Você me chora dores de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;Se abre e acaba comigo&lt;br /&gt;E nessa novela eu não quero&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem sei se eu tô misturando&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o sono&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando em cada riso teu&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Fechando e abrindo a geladeira&lt;br /&gt;A noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso Dizer Que Eu Te Amo&lt;br /&gt;Cazuza&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Bebel Gilberto / Cazuza / Dé &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente conversa&lt;br /&gt;Contando casos, besteiras&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa em comum&lt;br /&gt;Deixando escapar segredos&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei que hora dizer&lt;br /&gt;Me dá um medo, que medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até o tempo passa arrastado&lt;br /&gt;Só pra eu ficar do teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Você me chora dores de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;Se abre e acaba comigo&lt;br /&gt;E nessa novela eu não quero&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem sei se eu tô misturando&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o sono&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando em cada riso teu&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer bandeira&lt;br /&gt;Fechando e abrindo a geladeira&lt;br /&gt;A noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-6653730343177168510?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/6653730343177168510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-tenho-sorte-de-um-amor-tranquilo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6653730343177168510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6653730343177168510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-tenho-sorte-de-um-amor-tranquilo.html' title='&quot;Eu tenho a sorte de um amor tranqüilo&quot;'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7N8CxUHNL2A/TYc9rIynFtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZRuOwNlGp3E/s72-c/IMG_0358%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7639992645629383934</id><published>2011-03-17T09:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:05:38.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MEU MELHOR MOMENTO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzGlHEmHs-o/TYIC0enJjcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XtNPCs1rsKE/s1600/CIMG0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzGlHEmHs-o/TYIC0enJjcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XtNPCs1rsKE/s320/CIMG0455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585029588486557122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7O-LDea7SHY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só posso agradecer o meu melhor momento...&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho amigos incríveis...&lt;br /&gt;Uma família que posso contar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma filha para transbordar o meu coração de felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Uma paixão pra me perder...&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não me perco, pois vc me encontra e me faz lhe amar intensamente...&lt;br /&gt;E o melhor é que estou sendo correspondida por todos...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada meu Deus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow Israel Kamakawiwo'ole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way up high&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby ii ii iii&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Blue birds fly&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble melts like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly&lt;br /&gt;And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see trees of green and&lt;br /&gt;Red roses too,&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch them bloom for me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;And the brightness of day&lt;br /&gt;I like the dark and I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are also on the faces of people passing by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "How do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;They're really saying, I...I love you&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more&lt;br /&gt;Than we'll know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world (w)oohoorld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where trouble melts like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Somewhere over the rainbow way up high&lt;br /&gt;And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo oooooo oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo oooooo oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo oooooo oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo oooooo oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo oooooo oooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo oooooo oooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7639992645629383934?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7639992645629383934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-meu-melhor-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7639992645629383934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7639992645629383934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-meu-melhor-momento.html' title='NO MEU MELHOR MOMENTO!!!'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzGlHEmHs-o/TYIC0enJjcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/XtNPCs1rsKE/s72-c/CIMG0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-3000803055315460716</id><published>2011-03-02T15:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:32:27.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EM PAZ COM O MUNDO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKGRiMjJO3g/TW6NMApcMbI/AAAAAAAAAes/fUr1AyKi2ig/s1600/PIQUENIQUE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKGRiMjJO3g/TW6NMApcMbI/AAAAAAAAAes/fUr1AyKi2ig/s320/PIQUENIQUE.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579552225830384050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClkIOLjkf8A&lt;br /&gt;Pensar Em Você&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Chico César &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Que muda o dia&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria dá pra ver&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra esconder&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero pensar se é certo querer&lt;br /&gt;O que vou lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo seu&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou só pensar em você (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a chuva cai e o sol não sai&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de viver mais&lt;br /&gt;Em paz com o mundo e comigo (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a chuva cai e o sol não sai&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de viver mais&lt;br /&gt;Em paz com o mundo e consigo (2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-3000803055315460716?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3000803055315460716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/em-paz-com-o-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3000803055315460716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3000803055315460716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/03/em-paz-com-o-mundo.html' title='EM PAZ COM O MUNDO...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKGRiMjJO3g/TW6NMApcMbI/AAAAAAAAAes/fUr1AyKi2ig/s72-c/PIQUENIQUE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-649915115282310907</id><published>2011-02-28T21:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:41:49.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De repente</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Soneto da separação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente do riso fez-se o pranto&lt;br /&gt;Silencioso e branco como a bruma&lt;br /&gt;E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma&lt;br /&gt;E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente da calma fez-se o vento&lt;br /&gt;Que dos olhos desfez a última chama&lt;br /&gt;E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento&lt;br /&gt;E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante&lt;br /&gt;E de sozinho o que se fez contente.&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-54KxCXGvoWk/TWw_J0yLLaI/AAAAAAAABGw/wZEBWT2TLqg/s1600/vinicius_de_moraes_bossa_nova_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-54KxCXGvoWk/TWw_J0yLLaI/AAAAAAAABGw/wZEBWT2TLqg/s320/vinicius_de_moraes_bossa_nova_1.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;É melhor ser alegre que ser triste&lt;/strong&gt;. Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe. É assim como a luz no coração."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-649915115282310907?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/649915115282310907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-repente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/649915115282310907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/649915115282310907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-repente.html' title='De repente'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-54KxCXGvoWk/TWw_J0yLLaI/AAAAAAAABGw/wZEBWT2TLqg/s72-c/vinicius_de_moraes_bossa_nova_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5848190626599435202</id><published>2011-02-28T14:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:51:58.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CIRCUITO VÊNUS 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pce2ACRY_JA/TWvgg9KUXJI/AAAAAAAAAek/u4XmJQ31jNg/s1600/188472_206075259408332_100000175786319_899859_4252744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pce2ACRY_JA/TWvgg9KUXJI/AAAAAAAAAek/u4XmJQ31jNg/s320/188472_206075259408332_100000175786319_899859_4252744_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578799420206767250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where The Streets Have No Name&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;Composição: U2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run, I want to hide&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tear down the walls&lt;br /&gt;That hold me inside.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna reach out&lt;br /&gt;And touch the flame&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel sunlight on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I see the dust-cloud&lt;br /&gt;Disappear without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take shelter&lt;br /&gt;From the poison rain&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still building and burning down love&lt;br /&gt;Burning down love.&lt;br /&gt;And when I go there&lt;br /&gt;I go there with you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I can do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city's a flood, and our love turns to rust.&lt;br /&gt;We're beaten and blown by the wind&lt;br /&gt;Trampled in dust.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you a place&lt;br /&gt;High on a desert plain&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still building and burning down love&lt;br /&gt;Burning down love.&lt;br /&gt;And when I go there&lt;br /&gt;I go there with you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I can do).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5848190626599435202?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5848190626599435202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/circuito-venus-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5848190626599435202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5848190626599435202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/circuito-venus-2011.html' title='CIRCUITO VÊNUS 2011...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pce2ACRY_JA/TWvgg9KUXJI/AAAAAAAAAek/u4XmJQ31jNg/s72-c/188472_206075259408332_100000175786319_899859_4252744_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8218532387250183384</id><published>2011-02-18T20:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:41:47.665-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART STOPS WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ne-dGiHs-FY/TV71mV_r_VI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wSP9e6mf62k/s1600/piscina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ne-dGiHs-FY/TV71mV_r_VI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wSP9e6mf62k/s320/piscina.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575163427819355474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pu05k78PloY&amp;feature=fvsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Dream&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm pretty without any makeup on,&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you met me I was alright but&lt;br /&gt;Things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life,&lt;br /&gt;now every february you'll be my valentine, valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go all the way tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, just love&lt;br /&gt;We can dance until we die,&lt;br /&gt;you and I, we'll be young forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm living a Teenage dream&lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep Let's run away and&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back, don't ever, look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;This is real so take a chance and&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back, don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Cali, and got drunk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets&lt;br /&gt;I finally found you my missing puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;I'm complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go all the way tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, just love&lt;br /&gt;We can dance until we die,&lt;br /&gt;you and I, we'll be young forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm living a Teenage dream&lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep Let's run away and&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back, don't ever, look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;This is real so take a chance and&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back, don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,&lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans,&lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm living a Teenage dream&lt;br /&gt;The way you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep Let's run away and&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back, don't ever, look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch now baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;This is real so take a chance and&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back, don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,&lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans,&lt;br /&gt;Be your teenage dream tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8218532387250183384?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8218532387250183384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-heart-stops-when-you-look-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8218532387250183384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8218532387250183384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-heart-stops-when-you-look-at-me.html' title='MY HEART STOPS WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ne-dGiHs-FY/TV71mV_r_VI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wSP9e6mf62k/s72-c/piscina.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4459258213284638569</id><published>2011-02-15T14:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:12:21.784-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao acordar... ouso vc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4RH5dT8eJs/TVqlsyJJlcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uStMIPcBc1Q/s1600/centro-69596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4RH5dT8eJs/TVqlsyJJlcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uStMIPcBc1Q/s320/centro-69596.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573949677617386946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amanhecer no parque Ibirapuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Caetano Veloso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de te ver, leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando sob o sol&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de você, leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para desentristecer, leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração tão só&lt;br /&gt;Basta eu encontrar você no caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um filhote de leão raio da manhã;&lt;br /&gt;Arrastando o meu olhar como um ímã...&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração é o sol, pai de toda cor;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele lhe doura a pele ao léu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te ver ao sol, leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;De te ver entrar no mar&lt;br /&gt;Tua pele, tua luz, tua juba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ficar ao sol, leãozinho&lt;br /&gt;De molhar minha juba&lt;br /&gt;De estar perto de você e entrar no mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4459258213284638569?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4459258213284638569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/ao-acordar-ouso-vc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4459258213284638569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4459258213284638569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/ao-acordar-ouso-vc.html' title='Ao acordar... ouso vc...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4RH5dT8eJs/TVqlsyJJlcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uStMIPcBc1Q/s72-c/centro-69596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-3357075330008084821</id><published>2011-02-06T11:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:13:13.568-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TU6eX4liBZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RZD2VzWo-To/s1600/4125550172_b363d8d2b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TU6eX4liBZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RZD2VzWo-To/s320/4125550172_b363d8d2b6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570563922267866514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVxaf2booV8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is This Love&lt;br /&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you, I want to love and treat you right;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you every day and every night:&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together, with a roof over our heads;&lt;br /&gt;To share the shelter in a single bed;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'? Wo-o-o-oah!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know - wanna know - wanna know now!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know - wanna know - wanna know now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I - I'm willing and able,&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my cards on your table!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you - I wanna love, love and treat - love and treat you right;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you every day and every night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together, with a roof over our heads;&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the shelter, of my single bed;&lt;br /&gt;We'll share the same room, yeah! - for Jah provide the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'? Wo-o-o-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, if its love, love, love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you - I wanna love, love and treat - love and treat you right;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love - is this love - is this love -&lt;br /&gt;Is this love that I'm feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me if its love, love ... [Fade out]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-3357075330008084821?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3357075330008084821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-this-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3357075330008084821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3357075330008084821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-this-love.html' title='Is this LOVE'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TU6eX4liBZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RZD2VzWo-To/s72-c/4125550172_b363d8d2b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8309286133321352321</id><published>2011-02-05T12:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:02:07.135-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEGA DE SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TU1l1x7VP8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/8SeOpqSSZeo/s1600/Chega-de-Saudade-Vinicius-de-Moraes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TU1l1x7VP8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/8SeOpqSSZeo/s320/Chega-de-Saudade-Vinicius-de-Moraes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570220288736837570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guMek3_D6ls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de Saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, minha tristeza, e diz a ela&lt;br /&gt;Que sem ela não pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Diz-lhe, numa prece, que ela regresse&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não posso mais sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de saudade, a realidade é que sem ela&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz, não há beleza&lt;br /&gt;É só tristeza e a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Que não sai de mim, não sai de mim, não sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se ela voltar, se ela voltar&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa linda, que coisa louca&lt;br /&gt;Pois há menos peixinhos a nadar no mar&lt;br /&gt;Do que os beijinhos que eu darei na sua boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro dos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Os abraços hão de ser milhões de abraços&lt;br /&gt;Apertado assim, colado assim, calado assim&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e beijinhos e carinhos sem ter fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra acabar com esse negócio de viver longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais esse negócio de você viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar desse negócio de você viver sem mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8309286133321352321?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8309286133321352321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/chega-de-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8309286133321352321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8309286133321352321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/02/chega-de-saudade.html' title='CHEGA DE SAUDADE'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TU1l1x7VP8I/AAAAAAAAAd0/8SeOpqSSZeo/s72-c/Chega-de-Saudade-Vinicius-de-Moraes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7896084193789340267</id><published>2011-02-04T12:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:32:58.831-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preta Gil &amp; 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height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUVCF4t-5LI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QYJ0Ck_jJ5M/s320/maca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567929183205516466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnKb3PJRIWU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maçã&lt;br /&gt;Raul Seixas&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Raul Seixas / Paulo Coelho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Ficar entre nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser tão pobre amor&lt;br /&gt;Vai se gastar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te amo e tu me amas&lt;br /&gt;Um amor a dois profana&lt;br /&gt;O amor de todos os mortais&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem gosta de maçã&lt;br /&gt;Irá gostar de todas&lt;br /&gt;Porque todas são iguais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te amo e tu me amas&lt;br /&gt;E outro vem quando tu chamas&lt;br /&gt;Como poderei te condenar&lt;br /&gt;Infinita tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Como podes ficar presa&lt;br /&gt;Que nem santa num altar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te escolhi&lt;br /&gt;Para morar junto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ser tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Ter seu corpo, tudo enfim&lt;br /&gt;Mas compreendi&lt;br /&gt;Que além de dois existem mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor só dura em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;O ciúme é só vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Sofro, mas eu vou te libertar&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te privo&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu mais venero&lt;br /&gt;Que é a beleza de deitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te escolhi&lt;br /&gt;Para morar junto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ser tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Ter seu corpo, tudo enfim&lt;br /&gt;Mas compreendi&lt;br /&gt;Que além de dois existem mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor só dura em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;O ciúme é só vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Sofro, mas eu vou te libertar&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te privo&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu mais venero&lt;br /&gt;Que é a beleza de deitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-488849672748475775?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/488849672748475775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/sofro-mas-eu-vou-te-liberar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/488849672748475775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/488849672748475775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/sofro-mas-eu-vou-te-liberar.html' title='Sofro, mas eu vou te liberar.....'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUVCF4t-5LI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QYJ0Ck_jJ5M/s72-c/maca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5247015456362826763</id><published>2011-01-29T13:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:07:58.995-02:00</updated><title type='text'>You're always in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUQtLZM8r6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/-1HNWrZM64Y/s1600/you%2Bare%2Bnot%2Balone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUQtLZM8r6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/-1HNWrZM64Y/s320/you%2Bare%2Bnot%2Balone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567624713103781794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are Not Alone&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Composição: R. Kelly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day has gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still all alone&lt;br /&gt;How could this be?&lt;br /&gt;You're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Did you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;And leave my world so cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I sit and ask myself&lt;br /&gt;How did love slip away?&lt;br /&gt;Something whispers&lt;br /&gt;In my ear and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone, alone&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to come&lt;br /&gt;And hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your prayers&lt;br /&gt;Your burdens I will bear&lt;br /&gt;But first I need your hand&lt;br /&gt;Then forever can begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I sit and ask myself&lt;br /&gt;How did love slip away?&lt;br /&gt;Something whispers&lt;br /&gt;In my ear and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whisper three words&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come running, fly&lt;br /&gt;And girl you know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll be there, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;(You are not alone)&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;(I am here with you)&lt;br /&gt;Though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;(Though you're far away, you are near)&lt;br /&gt;I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;br /&gt;(You are always in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;Though we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5247015456362826763?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5247015456362826763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2923442683121602987</id><published>2011-01-28T09:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:09:52.465-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos de fada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUKs3ziA_KI/AAAAAAAAAdY/lNzI_bnDKmc/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUKs3ziA_KI/AAAAAAAAAdY/lNzI_bnDKmc/s320/103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567202164109016226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfmE9rMXF_w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO SE AMA&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amar é o sinonimo da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas  linhas seguidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem curvas,desvios atalhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma troca sem medidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um eu e você sem saida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem emendas, sem retalhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o pulsar do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor desejo paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ritmo acelerado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de  parar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a todo momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpos entrelaçados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É querer a todo instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um carinho, um afago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELINA R. AFONSO&lt;br /&gt;17/01/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2923442683121602987?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2923442683121602987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/contos-de-fada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2923442683121602987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2923442683121602987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/contos-de-fada.html' title='Contos de fada'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUKs3ziA_KI/AAAAAAAAAdY/lNzI_bnDKmc/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4134516306866416381</id><published>2011-01-27T10:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:42:57.732-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TEREI QUE DEIXA-LO IR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUFngUw-n8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QlrpFln4iLY/s1600/tumblr_l9b40kKJBV1qdmosgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUFngUw-n8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QlrpFln4iLY/s320/tumblr_l9b40kKJBV1qdmosgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566844419434258370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só Agora&lt;br /&gt;Pitty&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Pitty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Tanto a aprender&lt;br /&gt;Meu colo alimenta a você e a mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu mimar você, adorar você&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só agora&lt;br /&gt;Por que um dia eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter que deixá-lo ir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, serei seu lar se quiser&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa, do jeito que tem que ser&lt;br /&gt;Que mais posso fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Só te olhar dormir&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só agora&lt;br /&gt;Correndo pelo campo&lt;br /&gt;Antes de deixá-lo ir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda a estação&lt;br /&gt;Necessario e são&lt;br /&gt;Você a florecer&lt;br /&gt;Calmamente, lindamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando eu não mais estiver&lt;br /&gt;Lembre que me ouviu dizer&lt;br /&gt;O quanto me importei e o que eu senti&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só agora&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você perceba&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca vou deixá-lo ir!&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca vou deixá-lo ir!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou deixá-lo ir!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPNVW0clLI8&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equalize&lt;br /&gt;Pitty&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Peu Sousa / Pitty &lt;br /&gt;Às vezes se eu me distraio&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não me vigio um instante&lt;br /&gt;Me transporto pra perto de você&lt;br /&gt;Já vi que não posso ficar tão solta&lt;br /&gt;Me vem logo aquele cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Que passa de você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Num fluxo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você conversa e me beija&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;As suas cores no seu olho, tão de perto&lt;br /&gt;Me balanço devagar&lt;br /&gt;Como quando você me embala&lt;br /&gt;O ritmo rola fácil&lt;br /&gt;Parece que foi ensaiado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu acho que eu gosto mesmo de você&lt;br /&gt;Bem do jeito que você é&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou equalizar você&lt;br /&gt;Numa freqüência que só a gente sabe&lt;br /&gt;Eu te transformei nessa canção&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder te gravar em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro essa sua cara de sono&lt;br /&gt;E o timbre da sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Que fica me dizendo coisas tão malucas&lt;br /&gt;E que quase me mata de rir&lt;br /&gt;Quando tenta me convencer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu só fiquei aqui&lt;br /&gt;Porque nós dois somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até parece que você já tinha&lt;br /&gt;O meu manual de instruções&lt;br /&gt;Porque você decifra os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Porque você sabe o que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;E porque quando você me abraça&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira devagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo é só meu&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém registra a cena&lt;br /&gt;De repente vira um filme&lt;br /&gt;Todo em câmera lenta&lt;br /&gt;E eu acho que eu gosto mesmo de você&lt;br /&gt;Bem do jeito que você é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou equalizar você&lt;br /&gt;Numa freqüência que só a gente sabe&lt;br /&gt;Eu te transformei nessa canção&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder te gravar em mim (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7WHL-o5tMo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4134516306866416381?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4134516306866416381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/terei-que-deixa-lo-ir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4134516306866416381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bYfiyNtH-S4?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4868278273624615394?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4868278273624615394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/tristesse-chopin-song-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4868278273624615394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUCFTrS2v6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/EhfhXNJ66qQ/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TUCFTrS2v6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/EhfhXNJ66qQ/s320/060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566595712515751842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canção do amor que chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei, não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente essa alegria em mim&lt;br /&gt;Alegria de viver&lt;br /&gt;Que alegria de viver&lt;br /&gt;E de ver tanta luz, tanto azul!&lt;br /&gt;Quem jamais poderia supor&lt;br /&gt;Que de um mundo que era tão triste e sem cor &lt;br /&gt;Brotaria essa flor inocente&lt;br /&gt;Chegaria esse amor de repente&lt;br /&gt;E o que era somente um vazio sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Se encheria de cores assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração, põe-te a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Canta o poema da primavera em flor&lt;br /&gt;É o amor, o amor chegou &lt;br /&gt;Chegou enfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Poesia completa e prosa: "Cancioneiro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-1227534288831114403?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1227534288831114403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/dias-de-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1227534288831114403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1227534288831114403'/><link 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large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/TT7fRKwA4EI/AAAAAAAABFM/Wip-WKkWKaU/s320/DSC06461.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone to hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That would be very nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone to love me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That would be very nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Each little dream in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone to take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To be a team with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Life would be so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If one day I'd find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Who would take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And samba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Through life with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone to cling to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone to sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Some little samba song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone to take my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And give his heart to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Someone who's ready to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Give love a start with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That would be so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I could see you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;That would be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Diana Krall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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Que espetáculo!&lt;br /&gt;Que poesia brasileira mais lindaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-9033444877678574691?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/9033444877678574691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-sorriso-quando-acordarpintado-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/9033444877678574691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/9033444877678574691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TTS0uuRKhRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ah6FLtbV7lI/s1600/166657_1270299415419_1767893817_487034_7384048_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TTS0uuRKhRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ah6FLtbV7lI/s320/166657_1270299415419_1767893817_487034_7384048_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563270154496410898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just The Way You Are - Diana Krall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go changing, to try and please me&lt;br /&gt;You never let me down before&lt;br /&gt;Don't imagine you're too familiar&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;We never could have come this far&lt;br /&gt;I took the good times, I'll take the bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go trying some new fashion&lt;br /&gt;Don't change the color of your hair&lt;br /&gt;You always have my unspoken passion&lt;br /&gt;Although I might not seem to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want clever conversation&lt;br /&gt;I never want to work that hard&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone that I can talk to&lt;br /&gt;I want you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you will always be&lt;br /&gt;The same old someone that I knew&lt;br /&gt;What will it take till you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you and that's forever&lt;br /&gt;And this I promise from the heart&lt;br /&gt;I could not love you any better&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiOYsnET6Iw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Amiga'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8680575311027604088</id><published>2011-01-11T11:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:33:29.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'>UM FILME PARA LEMBRAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSxbeC1ozSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/T_FdU3Ur87I/s1600/brothers-filme-cinema-SaladaCultural_com_br-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSxbeC1ozSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/T_FdU3Ur87I/s320/brothers-filme-cinema-SaladaCultural_com_br-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560920211611766050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta aí um bom filme nacional!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeira Geó... Mas o filme é bom mesmo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles &lt;br /&gt;Composição: George Harrison &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she moves&lt;br /&gt;Attracts me like no other lover&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she woos me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe and how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in her smile she knows&lt;br /&gt;That I don't need no other lover&lt;br /&gt;Something in her style that shows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe and how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking me will my love grow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;You stick around now it may show&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to do is think of her&lt;br /&gt;Something in the things she shows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe and how&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzkhOmKVW08&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8680575311027604088?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8680575311027604088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-filme-para-lembrar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8680575311027604088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8680575311027604088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-filme-para-lembrar.html' title='UM FILME PARA LEMBRAR...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSxbeC1ozSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/T_FdU3Ur87I/s72-c/brothers-filme-cinema-SaladaCultural_com_br-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-3789283505256680155</id><published>2011-01-07T11:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:50:12.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa mais linda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TScZvRtiH6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/cMYeLDCyRUA/s1600/Maria_Clara_-by_Antonio_Filho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TScZvRtiH6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/cMYeLDCyRUA/s320/Maria_Clara_-by_Antonio_Filho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559440565011095458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGFv-dSAUjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa Mais Linda&lt;br /&gt;João Gilberto&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Carlos Lyra / Vinícius de Moraes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa mais bonita é você, assim, justinho você&lt;br /&gt;Eu juro, eu não sei por que você&lt;br /&gt;Você é mais bonita que a flor, quem dera, a primavera da flor&lt;br /&gt;Tivesse todo esse aroma de beleza, que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;Perfumando a natureza, numa forma de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Porque tão linda assim não existe, a flor, nem mesmo a cor não existe,&lt;br /&gt;E o amor, nem mesmo o amor existe&lt;br /&gt;Porque tão linda assim não existe, a flor, nem mesmo a cor não existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo muito você!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-3789283505256680155?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3789283505256680155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/coisa-mais-linda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3789283505256680155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3789283505256680155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/coisa-mais-linda.html' title='Coisa mais linda'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TScZvRtiH6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/cMYeLDCyRUA/s72-c/Maria_Clara_-by_Antonio_Filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-384276759036561879</id><published>2011-01-06T10:39:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:05:47.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR DA VELHICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSXK1TsIw-I/AAAAAAAAAco/sGnTDOGYcxg/s1600/primeiro-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSXK1TsIw-I/AAAAAAAAAco/sGnTDOGYcxg/s320/primeiro-amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559072332226020322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geó, que bom que estás a gostas do livro "O Penúltimo sonho" da Angela Becerra... Foi um dos meus favoritos do ano passado... Este livro me fez querer um amor maior... Bem maior do que aqueles que vivi... Um amor que preenche todo o coração, que espalhe odores de rosas e que tenha Chopin como fundo musical... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje para você vou postar uma crônica de Rubens Alves que se assemelha com esta estória e com outra que sei do quanto gostas "O amor nos tempos do cólera" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O AMOR DE VELHICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor dos dois surgira no tempo em que ele é mais puro: a adolescência. Riam, passeavam pela praça, comiam pipoca e faziam planos para quando se casassem.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele tempo, antes dos progressos da ciência, grassava uma praga mortífera chamada tuberculose, que atacava os pulmões. Para ela não havia remédio a não ser comida, repouso e ar puro. De resto, era o próprio corpo que tinha se curar. Pois ela, a tuberculose, invejosa da felicidade dos dois jovens, alojou-se nos pulmões do moço. Ele teve de deixar a cidade e a namorada em busca de ar puro, no alto das montanhas, num sanatório, tal como Thomas Mann descreveu no livro &lt;em&gt;A montanha mágica&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quem ia para tais lugares de cura se despedia com um "adeus" e um olhar de "nunca mais". Na melhor das hipóteses, muitos anos haveriam de passar.&lt;br /&gt;Anos se passaram, o tempo se arrastava, a espera se alongou. E quando a espera é muito longa, os sentimentos se enfraquece . Os pais, preocupados com o futuro incerto da filha e movidos pela prudência, convenceram-na a levar a vida, a parar de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;E aconteceu com a jovem o que aconteceu com Frimina Daza, que de longe e ás escondidas namorava Florentino Ariza, na estória de Gabriel Garcia Márquez &lt;em&gt;O amor no tempo do colera&lt;/em&gt;. Fermina foi obrigada pelos pais a trocar o modesto escriturário Florentino, que ela amava, pelo sólido doutor Urbino, portador de futuros, que ela não amava.&lt;br /&gt;A mocinha prudente se casou. O namorado doente se casou. E por mais de cinquenta anos não se viram. Quando ele tinha 76 anos, ficou viúvo. Quando ela tinha 76 e ele 79, ela ficou viúva. E ficou sabendo que ele, o amor da sua juventude, estava vivo. A curiosidade e a saudade eram fortes demais. Ela não resistiu. Foi à sua procura. Encontraraam-se. E, de repente, eram de novo namorados adolescentes apaixonados. Resolveram se casar. Os filhos protestaram. Os filhos, todos eles, não suportaram a idéia de que os velhos também amem. Especialmente se forem seus pais...&lt;br /&gt;Mas os dois velhos, já no fim da vida, sabendo que o tempo de amor que lhes restava era curto, não deram ouvido aos filhos - casaram-se e mudaram-se para uma cidade do interior.&lt;br /&gt;Viveram um ano de amor intenso, que provocou metamorfoses: ele se descobriu poeta, começou a escrever poesia. Além disso, tirou seu violino de cima do guarda-roupa, onde ficara por muitos anos porque a sua primeira mulher não gostava de música de violino, e passou a fazer parte da orquestra da cidade. Confessou a um sobrinho:&lt;br /&gt;-Se Deus me der dois anos com esta mulher, minha vida terá valido a pena...&lt;br /&gt;Bem que Deus se esforçou. Mas o corpo já estava cansado. Morreu de amor, como temia o Vinícius. Achei essa história tão comovente que a transformei num texto.&lt;br /&gt;Passaram-se semanas da sua publicação. Eram dez horas da noite. Eu trabalhava no meu escritório. O telefone tocou. Voz aveludada de mulher do outro lado.&lt;br /&gt;-É o professor Rubem Alves?&lt;br /&gt;-Sim - respondi.&lt;br /&gt;-Quero agradecer a belíssima crônica que o senhor escreveu, com o título "E os velhos se apaixonaram de novo...". O senhor já deve ter adivinhado quem está falando...&lt;br /&gt;-Não, não adivinhei - respondi.&lt;br /&gt;Aí ela se revelou:&lt;br /&gt;-Sou a viúva.&lt;br /&gt;Foi o início de uma deliciosa conversa de mais de quarenta minutos, interurbano, em que ela contou detalhes que eu desconhecia. O medo que ela teve quando ele resolveu mandar consertar o violino! Ela temia que os dedos dele já estivessem duros demais...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Que metáfora fascinante para um psicanalista sensível. Sim, sim! Nem is violinos ficam velhos demais nem os dedos ficam impotentes para produzir música! E aí foi contando, contando, revivendo, sorrindo, chorando - tanta alegria, tanta saudade, uma eternidade inteira num grão de areis... Ao terminar, ela fez esta confissão comovente:&lt;br /&gt;-Pois é, professor. Na idade da gente, a gente não mexe muito com as coisas do sexo, Nós vivíamos ternura!&lt;br /&gt;O que me fez lembrar da observação de Kundera sobrea a necessidade de "salvar o amor da tolice da sexualidade". A sexualidade pertence à ordem da biologia, o que nos aproxima dos animais. Mas o amor pertence à oredem da poesia. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSNaqhoWSQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jReC7cQ_mYg/s320/olhos_nos_olhos.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558386051733932290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nós, amiga.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos Nos Olhos&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Chico Buarque &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você me deixou, meu bem,&lt;br /&gt;Me disse pra ser feliz e passar bem.&lt;br /&gt;Quis morrer de ciúme, quase enlouqueci,&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois, como era de costume, obedeci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você me quiser rever&lt;br /&gt;Já vai me encontrar refeita, pode crer.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o que você faz&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir que sem você eu passo bem demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venho até remoçando,&lt;br /&gt;Me pego cantando, sem mais, nem por quê.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas águas rolaram,&lt;br /&gt;Quantos homens me amaram&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais e melhor que você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando talvez precisar de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Cê sabe que a casa é sempre sua, venha sim.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o que você diz.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver como suporta me ver tão feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNe3HqZiyyw&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7096017420471235855?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7096017420471235855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/olhos-nos-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7096017420471235855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7096017420471235855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/olhos-nos-olhos.html' title='OLHOS NOS OLHOS'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSNaqhoWSQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/jReC7cQ_mYg/s72-c/olhos_nos_olhos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5109424513893208050</id><published>2011-01-02T21:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:36:17.095-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesse ano eu QUERO ALEGRIA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSEKKhuWvTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nf9cJrrAWNI/s1600/165703_1254796947867_1767893817_459491_4343736_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TSEKKhuWvTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nf9cJrrAWNI/s320/165703_1254796947867_1767893817_459491_4343736_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557734591119670578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga, sempre fico muito alegre com a sua presença...&lt;br /&gt;Enorme beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meu hacai seria menor que um hacai. O que tenho a dizer se resume num único verso que o Chico copôs para sua filha: "E seja da alegria sempre uma aprendiz..." Descobri, na minha prática de terapeuta, que por detrás de todas as queixas daqueles que me procuravam em busca de alívio havia um único pedido: "Quero alegria!" Alegria é a oração universal de todos os seres. Há receitas para prazeres. Mas não há receitas para a alegria. Assim, o que posso fazer é simplesmente falar aos meus amigos sobre coisas que me dão alegria, na esperança de que, se dão alegria para mim, pode ser que deem alegria para eles".&lt;br /&gt;Rubem Alves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus amigos muitas alegrias em 2011...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5109424513893208050?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5109424513893208050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2011/01/nesse-ano-eu-quero-alegria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5109424513893208050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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CHEIRO DE CD NOVO, PESO DE CD NOVO QUE VAI FICAR VELHINHO LÁ NA MINHA CASINHA PRA SEMPRE!</title><content type='html'>E LÁ VEM VANESSA DA MATA...É ISSO AÍ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xc-uCBsQ9A0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&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/Xc-uCBsQ9A0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra quem não gosta ou nem conhece a Vanessa vou postar a letra, ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê Se Fica Bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa da Mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer um alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente é o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me quer bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vai muito além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para não me assumir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os casais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas calçadas de mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os nossos amigos me pedem paciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que o romance anterior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi ruim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você desconta em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro com a ilusão que me traz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que vai me apresentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se fica bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se dorme bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois não estarei pra te cuidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem pra te mimar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se fica bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se come bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois não estarei pra te cuidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem pra te salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um alguém para amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente é o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me quer bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vai muito além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para não me assumir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se trata pra não se entregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paciência não me refaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a vida pode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e deve me dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém inteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se fica bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se dorme bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois não estarei pra te cuidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem pra te mimar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se fica bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se come bem, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois não estarei pra te cuidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem pra te salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem pra te salvar&lt;div 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NOVO, PESO DE CD NOVO QUE VAI FICAR VELHINHO LÁ NA MINHA CASINHA PRA SEMPRE!'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4875867377222615928</id><published>2010-12-31T20:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:40:57.516-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minirecados.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Agradecimento" border="0" src="http://cdn.minirecados.com/i/63/dc/217.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;QUE O QUE HÁ DE MELHOR EM VOCÊ, POSSA ENCONTRAR O QUE HÁ DE MELHOR NOS DEMAIS, MUITAS E MUITAS VEZES NESSE ANO DE 2011! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E QUE ASSIM A GENTE SONHE MENOS E CONQUISTE MAIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MAIS PARCEIROS NO TRABALHO, MAIS OMBROS AMIGOS, MAIS ABRAÇOS CHEIOS DE ENERGIA BOA;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MAIS TOLERANCIA, MAIS COMPAIXÃO, MAIS PAIXÃO, MAIS ESPERANÇA;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MAIS FORÇA DE VONTADE, MAIS RESPEITO, MAIS CONSCIÊNCIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E MUITO MAIS AMOR PRA DAR E RECEBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(vivendo um dia de cada vez e celebrando todas as noites, antes de dormir, a graça de ter vivido mais um dia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ 2011!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4875867377222615928?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4875867377222615928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4875867377222615928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4875867377222615928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-2011.html' title='FELIZ 2011!'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1070218781824807479</id><published>2010-10-14T11:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:19:31.189-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É PRIMAVERA.... TE AMO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TLcTf5EKrqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6OfDY8inJqc/s1600/origami-753647-753669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TLcTf5EKrqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6OfDY8inJqc/s320/origami-753647-753669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527908506235743906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eG0IYV6G0I0&amp;ob=av2e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa musica (Spending my time - Roxette) faz parte da minha vida (13-14 anos) de quando ia as chamadas brincadeiras dançantes, onde as meninas ficavam sentadinhas numa fila de cadeira e os meninos em outra na frente... Quando a música começava, então o menino se levantava para retirar a menina para dançar... Eu na minha cadeira ficava torcendo para que aquele em que eu estava paquerando também olhasse e prestasse atenção em mim... Se levantasse e me levasse para o meio do salão... E quando isso de fato acontecia meu coração acelerava, as minhas mão suavam e o minha imaginação continuava pensando em como seria seu beijo que estava prestes a acontecer... Num amor tão inocente e simples mas não menos gostoso e intenso... A saudade do primeiro amor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se minha vida continuar&lt;br /&gt; Desejo viver um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Em toda a força e esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Desejo uma forte paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que rache meu pobre coração&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Um amor bastante gostoso&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo desejoso&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver um amor cheio de brilho&lt;br /&gt;Como se no céu as estrelas brilham&lt;br /&gt;Um amor mágico, repleto de magia&lt;br /&gt;Que preencha todo o meu dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Sim&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Um amor cheio de momentos&lt;br /&gt;Encantados, ternos e perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Feito de loucuras delirantes&lt;br /&gt;Que me roubem de mim os tormentos&lt;br /&gt;Um amor cheio de beijos ternurentos&lt;br /&gt;De carícias, carinho, respeito e paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que faça explodir todo o meu ser todo o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Que me ilumine o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Sim... sim eu quero um amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas um amor de amar&lt;br /&gt;De apenas existir num simples olhar&lt;br /&gt;De rir.. rir muito e nunca chorar&lt;br /&gt;E de mãos dadas caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ter um amor&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-me apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;A alma feliz e descansada&lt;br /&gt;Eu simplesmente eu quero um amor&lt;br /&gt;Forte quente completo apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;De viver em plena felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu quero e desejo&lt;br /&gt;Numa palavra simples descrever&lt;br /&gt;Um amor real e de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending My Time&lt;br /&gt;Roxette&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Per Gessle e Mats Persson &lt;br /&gt;What's the time, seems it's already morning&lt;br /&gt;I see the sky, it's so beautiful and blue&lt;br /&gt;The tv's on but the only thing showing is a picture of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get up and make myself some coffee&lt;br /&gt;I try to read a bit, but the story is too thin&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord above you're not here to see me&lt;br /&gt;in this shape I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time&lt;br /&gt;Watching the days go by&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so small, I stare at the wall&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you think of me too&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to call but I don't know what to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I leave a kiss on your answering machine&lt;br /&gt;Oh help me please is there someone who can make me&lt;br /&gt;wake up from this dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending my time&lt;br /&gt;watching the days go by&lt;br /&gt;feeling so small, I stare at the wall&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you are missing me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending my time&lt;br /&gt;watching the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep to the sound&lt;br /&gt;of "tears of a clown"&lt;br /&gt;a prayer gone blind&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends keep telling me hey life will go on&lt;br /&gt;time will make sure I'll get over you ooh&lt;br /&gt;this silly game of love - you play, you win onlyto lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my time&lt;br /&gt;watching the days go by&lt;br /&gt;feeling so small, I stare at the wall&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you think of me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my time&lt;br /&gt;watching the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;I sleep to the sound&lt;br /&gt;tears of a clown&lt;br /&gt;a prayer go blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without your love&lt;br /&gt;It's bad to live without you, honey, honey, honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-1070218781824807479?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1070218781824807479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-primavera-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1070218781824807479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1070218781824807479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-primavera-te-amo.html' title='É PRIMAVERA.... TE AMO!!!'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TLcTf5EKrqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/6OfDY8inJqc/s72-c/origami-753647-753669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-169008862843202621</id><published>2010-10-09T10:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:51:22.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Geó devolva-me...rsrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TLBt2e5qimI/AAAAAAAAAb8/havnD-0yM7s/s1600/comer-rezar-amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TLBt2e5qimI/AAAAAAAAAb8/havnD-0yM7s/s320/comer-rezar-amar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526037525558889058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geó... lembra daquele livro de auto-ajuda (hehehe) que lhe emprestei a dois anos atrás, e que você nunca leu e nem devolveu(hahaha)?... Ontem, para fujir do maior congestionamento da história de São Paulo (mais de 220km)parei no shopping e fui conferir a versão sétima arte dele... E foi muito divertido... Vale a pena conferir... Lembrei-me de quando li o livro também estava em fase de separação e ele deu-me muita vontade de levantar, sacudir a poeira e viajar pelo mundão... Pena que na época não era tão livre do trabalho e da família e não tinha dinheiro suficiente para isso... Então, apenas levantei e sacudi a poeira no mesmo lugar (hahaha).... Mas ontem fiquei a pensar... Agora nós estamos mais livres e com mais dinheiro no bolso... Então que tal viajarmos? Quem sabe a gente não encontra um Javier Bárden no caminho? Eu até ensino-o a falar o português direitinho.... (rsrsr). Vamos nessa garota!!!! Beijos e muita saudade sua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;De repente, você se vê sentada no banheiro e descobre que a sua vida não tem sentido. E agora? O que você faria? Elizabeth Gilbert, pela primeira vez em seus 30 anos de vida, orou. E tudo o que aconteceu depois disso, você descobre em Comer, Rezar, Amar. Best-seller que já vendeu mais de 10 milhões de livros em todo o mundo e que logo estará nos cinemas com Julia Roberts e Javier Bárden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth é o modelo da mulher “ideal”. 30 anos, casamento estável, bela casa e um ótimo emprego. Mas quem disse que isso é sinônimo de felicidade? Numa crise de identidade ela termina o casamento (que já estava fracassando), pede afastamento do emprego e vai ser a “heroína da sua própria história”, Comendo, rezando e amando. Tudo isso em um ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o próprio título já “entrega”, ela começa a jornada, comendo (e muito). Em Roma. E também aprende italiano, realizando um sonho antigo. Acaba engordando os onze quilos mais felizes da sua vida e começando a curar seu espírito (pelo estômago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após a farra gastronômica, ela vai rezar em um ashram (uma espécie de templo) na Índia. Aprende a meditar, controlar seus impulsos e faz um amigo incomum. Um caubói que encontrou a paz de espírito e que ajuda a nossa heroína (ou Sacolão, como ele prefere chamá-la) nessa etapa da jornada de auto-ajuda e cura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após se entregar aos prazeres da comida, aprender italiano, fazer amigos e encontrar a paz de espírito, Elizabeth vai procurar o amor na Indonésia. (Bom, isso não seria um livro de auto-ajuda se ela não o encontrasse, não é mesmo?) Nos braços do brasileiro Antonio, ela encerra a “jornada” rumo à felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma Cinderela moderna, a autora vendeu a sua autobiografia, ganhou milhões, ainda está feliz com o seu amor e está mostrando para quem não gosta de auto-ajuda que às vezes, Comer, Rezar e Amar (ou seja lá o que você precise na sua vida) é um santo remédio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-169008862843202621?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/169008862843202621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/geo-devolva-mersrs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/169008862843202621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/169008862843202621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/geo-devolva-mersrs.html' title='Geó devolva-me...rsrs'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TLBt2e5qimI/AAAAAAAAAb8/havnD-0yM7s/s72-c/comer-rezar-amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5800096647649790791</id><published>2010-10-08T10:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:34:16.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel de literatura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TK8dz2FoGoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2ZJ8u850pgU/s1600/vargas+llosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TK8dz2FoGoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2ZJ8u850pgU/s320/vargas+llosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525668044336536194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O escritor peruano Mario Vargas Llosa inspirou-se numa brincadeira infantil popular na França do século XIX. Nesse jogo, num cruzamento de ruas, uma criança vendada tem de encontrar um outro participante. Sempre que chega a uma esquina, ela pergunta: "O paraíso é aqui?". Se a resposta é negativa, ela tem de repetir o ritual no cruzamento seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que a política no Brasil, infelismente, nos traz muitas decepções e vergonha e como muitos brasileros, não gosto de política...E nesta época de campanha gosto ainda menos por ver tantas baixarias... Mas é impossível falar dos livros de Vargas Llosa sem falar de política...&lt;br /&gt;O livro à cima é o meu favorito do escritor... Gostei muito dos personagens: Flora Tristán que passou à história por defender teses ousadas em sua época: pregava que os operários precisavam se unir contra os patrões e que as mulheres deviam ter os mesmos direitos que os homens. Além do discurso subversivo, ela deixou seu marido, o que constituía um crime grave, já Gauguin abandonou a mulher e os filhos para abraçar a pintura. A fim de libertar sua arte dos "vícios burgueses", ele trocou Paris pela colônia francesa do Taiti, no Oceano Pacífico, onde viveu entre os selvagens maoris e pintou quadros célebres. Esse mergulho na "pureza primitiva", porém, não lhe traria a paz de espírito almejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse livro me fez lembrar as causas de luta do antigo PT. O que já é passado e esquecidas principalmente pelo próprio partido que hoje o grande objetivo é se manter a qualquer custo no poder... Infelismente para nós brasileiros o paraíso ainda continua na outra esquina....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5800096647649790791?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5800096647649790791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/nobel-de-literatura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5800096647649790791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5800096647649790791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/nobel-de-literatura.html' title='Nobel de literatura...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TK8dz2FoGoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2ZJ8u850pgU/s72-c/vargas+llosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5787779528992146222</id><published>2010-10-05T19:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:35:13.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADES</title><content type='html'>Que bom ver você escrevendo e lendo e ouvindo tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia desses eu coloco asas nos meus pés e volto a filosofar!&lt;br /&gt;beijos sem fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5787779528992146222?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5787779528992146222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/saudades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5787779528992146222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5787779528992146222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/saudades.html' title='SAUDADES'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7054055828539543737</id><published>2010-10-05T06:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:36:08.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE LOVE LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TKr1To-HpjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1hxcMJ_VaFg/s1600/souvenir-therese-fowler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TKr1To-HpjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1hxcMJ_VaFg/s400/souvenir-therese-fowler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524497610687620658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse: Em Souvenir, Carson McKay e Meg Powell são adolescentes loucos um pelo outro até que, aos 21 anos, ela anuncia que vai se casar com outro homem. Carson, atordoado, mergulha na música para afogar suas mágoas, o que acabará por fazer dele um grande astro do rock. Meg se entrega ao papel de esposa, mãe e dona de casa para o homem que, secretamente, salvou sua família da ruína. Duas décadas se passam até que as lembranças da juventude vêm bater com força à porta dos dois. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah o amor....&lt;br /&gt;São de tantos tipos...&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz sentir tantos sentimentos que se armonizam ou se misturam a ele... Alegria, emoção, tristeza, saudade.... e tantos outros... Por isso que não me canso de ler a respeito. Com certeza o amor é o maior combustível da vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Esse livro que fala de dois tipos de amor: a paixão pelo Carson e o amor maternal pela Savana me fez chorar várias vezes.... Por isso esse é o tipo de livro para pessoas que não se importam de chorar... E ele vai além do seu drama nos fazendo pensar a respeito das escolhas feitas no decorrer da vida...  Mas o que mais me impressionou é a força do sentimento dos personagens. Vivi algumas experiências parecidas e a escritora nesse seu primeiro livro descreve alguns dos meus sentimentos da época e de tantas pessoas  várias que tabmém vivem/viveram os seus dramas reais... Todos sabem que o bom da literatura é que ela nos faz viajar por tempos e lugares aonde a gente nunca foi e nunca irá, nos faz viajar por dentro sem ter que sair do lugar, mas ela também nos faz lembrar experiências já vividas e observar algumas escolhas... Resultando no crescimento emcional.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você mãe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is real, real is love&lt;br /&gt;Love is feeling, feeling love&lt;br /&gt;Love is wanting to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is touch, touch is love&lt;br /&gt;Love is reaching, reaching love&lt;br /&gt;Love is asking to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is you&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing&lt;br /&gt;We can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is free, free is love&lt;br /&gt;Love is living, living love&lt;br /&gt;Love is needing to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GmVajkqLNU&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7054055828539543737?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7054055828539543737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-love-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7054055828539543737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7054055828539543737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-love-love.html' title='LOVE LOVE LOVE'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TKr1To-HpjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1hxcMJ_VaFg/s72-c/souvenir-therese-fowler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-3046237107329592724</id><published>2010-09-28T07:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:31:01.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TKHCcgRHFFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/L6yaeSxkC8s/s1600/carinho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TKHCcgRHFFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/L6yaeSxkC8s/s400/carinho.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521908413086766162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, vou extravasar o carinho que mora no meu coração... Demonstrar a todos, de maneira verbal ou tátil, o quanto eu os aparecio. Abraçar e beijar abundantemente. Dizer palavras carinhosas e de incentivo. Fazer um chamego, um cafuné ou dar um cheirinho... E encontrar novas maneiras de fazer carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou me aproximar das pessoas como se quisesse presenteá-las com o diamante que abita em meu coração. Permitir-me receber também os mimos e carinhos que o universo me envia. Cercar-me de crianças, de pessoas queridas e de animais, experimentando o carinho que eles oferecem e recebem livreente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje serei ainda mais feliz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Livro das Virtudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All My Loving&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and I'll kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Remember I'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;And then while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;I'll write home everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend that I'm kissing&lt;br /&gt;The lips I am missing&lt;br /&gt;And hope that my dreams will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;I'll write home everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my loving I will send to you&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, darling, I'll be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and I'll kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Remember I'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;And then while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;I'll write home everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my loving I will send to you&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, darling, I'll be true&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, All my loving&lt;br /&gt;All my loving I will send to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-3046237107329592724?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3046237107329592724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-my-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3046237107329592724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3046237107329592724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-my-loving.html' title='All My Loving'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TKHCcgRHFFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/L6yaeSxkC8s/s72-c/carinho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8067223198985470646</id><published>2010-09-21T19:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:08:01.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu som com seu cheiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJk6MursJ8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/dfgIFbULIvY/s1600/Lavande-coquelicot-Provence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJk6MursJ8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/dfgIFbULIvY/s400/Lavande-coquelicot-Provence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519506808683374530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDQuQGG3FlY&amp;ob=av2e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Ain't Got You&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Alicia Keys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before but that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you, baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;That promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be?&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share&lt;br /&gt;With no one who truly cares for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8067223198985470646?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8067223198985470646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8067223198985470646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8067223198985470646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/httpwww.html' title='Seu som com seu cheiro...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJk6MursJ8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/dfgIFbULIvY/s72-c/Lavande-coquelicot-Provence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5026553506159404524</id><published>2010-09-19T10:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:09:50.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MAKE ME SING.... So la la la la la la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJYYf4Yi6jI/AAAAAAAAAa8/CIBifRXCajY/s1600/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJYYf4Yi6jI/AAAAAAAAAa8/CIBifRXCajY/s400/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518625329379469874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPUJIbXN0WY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;em&gt;Os outros... E você, Victor: Que foi feito das suas ilusões? Onde ficaram?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, desabafei mais um pouco com jodiê:&lt;br /&gt;-Acho que estou começando a compreender que só existe uma pessoa que eu não posso decepcionar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela me olhou parecendo ansiosa pela resposta e fez sinal para que eu falasse.&lt;br /&gt;Torci o lábio, como se estivesse receio de ser reprovado, disse rapidamente:&lt;br /&gt;-Eu.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie, ao contrário de mim, alegrou-se com a resposta, o que me animou a continuar.&lt;br /&gt;-Já estaá mais na hora de mudar isso; de me superar e criar coisas notáveis para minha vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;-Você se refere à pintura, Vitor?&lt;br /&gt;-A o pinião alhei me move, e pinto seguindo as tendências do momento, eu reconheço. E agora percebo que gostaria de satisfazer às pessoas, mas acabo por não agradar ninguém. Nem sequer a mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;-Talvez vocè deva fazer as coisas para os outros, e não pelos outros.(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho do livro "O pintor de emoções" de Raimon Samsó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bublé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a falling star, you're the get away car&lt;br /&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far&lt;br /&gt;You're the swimming pool on an August day&lt;br /&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you play it coy, but it's kind cute&lt;br /&gt;Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't pretend that you don't know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outerspace&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything&lt;br /&gt;You're every song, and I sing along&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPUJIbXN0WY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5026553506159404524?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5026553506159404524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-make-me-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5026553506159404524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5026553506159404524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-make-me-sing.html' title='YOU MAKE ME SING.... So la la la la la la la'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJYYf4Yi6jI/AAAAAAAAAa8/CIBifRXCajY/s72-c/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2359266962916180619</id><published>2010-09-18T19:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:25:41.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJU8IqAfk5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/71rxOGwwZow/s1600/20071011221850-amor-rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJU8IqAfk5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/71rxOGwwZow/s400/20071011221850-amor-rev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518383037825389458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFiMT5Y-4pQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra Você Guardei o Amor&lt;br /&gt;Nando Reis&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Nando Reis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e vi sem me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sem conseguir provar&lt;br /&gt;Sem entregar&lt;br /&gt;E repartir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre quis mostrar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que vive em mim vem visitar&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, vem colorir solar&lt;br /&gt;Vem esquentar&lt;br /&gt;E permitir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem acolher o que ele tem e traz&lt;br /&gt;Quem entender o que ele diz&lt;br /&gt;No giz do gesto o jeito pronto&lt;br /&gt;Do piscar dos cílios&lt;br /&gt;Que o convite do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Exibe em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Nem por razão&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei&lt;br /&gt;Vendo em você&lt;br /&gt;E explicação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;br /&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendi vendo meus pais&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e recebi&lt;br /&gt;E hoje posso dar livre e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Céu cheiro e ar na cor que arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Risca ao levitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou nascer de novo&lt;br /&gt;Lápis, edifício, tevere, ponte&lt;br /&gt;Desenhar no seu quadril&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios beijam signos feito sinos&lt;br /&gt;Trilho a infância, terço o berço&lt;br /&gt;Do seu lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Nem por razão&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei&lt;br /&gt;Vendo em você&lt;br /&gt;E explicação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;br /&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tive e vi sem me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sem conseguir provar&lt;br /&gt;Sem entregar&lt;br /&gt;E repartir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem acolher o que ele tem e traz&lt;br /&gt;Quem entender o que ele diz&lt;br /&gt;No giz do gesto o jeito pronto&lt;br /&gt;Do piscar dos cílios&lt;br /&gt;Que o convite do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Exibe em cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardei&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Nem por razão&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei&lt;br /&gt;Vendo em você&lt;br /&gt;E explicação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;br /&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;br /&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2359266962916180619?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2359266962916180619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2359266962916180619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2359266962916180619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/pra-voce.html' title='Pra você...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJU8IqAfk5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/71rxOGwwZow/s72-c/20071011221850-amor-rev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2499902138501653918</id><published>2010-09-17T10:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:48:28.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEDUÇÃO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJN5n5uApWI/AAAAAAAAAas/NqyBOl2IlGg/s1600/Aprendendo_a_Seduzir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJN5n5uApWI/AAAAAAAAAas/NqyBOl2IlGg/s400/Aprendendo_a_Seduzir.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517887694874649954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por indicação de uma revista comprei e li em julho o livro "Aprendendo a Seduzir (Educating Caroline)" de Patricia Cabot... Gostei muito da sedutora e romântica história, apesar da péssima tradução, que conta o drama da jovem Lady Caroline Lindford que durante um baile ela abre a porta de um dos cômodos e flagra seu noivo, o marquês de Winchilsea, nos braços de outra mulher. Para a sociedade vitoriana do século XIX, tais escapulidas masculinas eram normais, e cancelar o casamento seria impensável. O jeito, decide a jovem, é aprender a ser, ao mesmo tempo, a esposa e a amante, para que o marquês nunca mais tenha de procurar outra mulher fora do lar. Por isso, resolve tomar lições - teóricas, claro - sobre a arte do amor com o melhor dos professores: Braden Granville, o mais notório libertino de Londres. Logo nas primeiras aulas começam a voar faíscas e as barreiras entre professor e aluna caem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E hoje estou ca a ouvir Carole King e a pensar sobre o que me dissestes a muito tempo atrás sobre o quanto é importante saber seduzir... não só a amante mas também a todos ao redor... filhos, amigos, colegas de trabalho... Penso na verdade destas palavras para o meu mundo e percebo que depois de ter sido algumas vezes seduzida o que sinto é que deixar se seduzir é cair numa armadilha feita de ilusão. Por isso, acho que melhor do que seduzir é conquistar... a afeição e o amor dos filhos, amigos, colegas e da pessoa amada... Na natural conquista não há mentiras e desilusões... você simplesmente é o que é... E a sedução fica apenas com o simples papel de catalisador do amor...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEDUÇÃO - Adélia Prado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia me pega com sua roda dentada,&lt;br /&gt;me força a escutar imóvel&lt;br /&gt;o seu discurso esdrúxulo.&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça detrás do muro, levanta&lt;br /&gt;a saia pra eu ver, amorosa e doida.&lt;br /&gt;Acontece a má coisa, eu lhe digo,&lt;br /&gt;também sou filho de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;me deixa desesperar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela responde passando&lt;br /&gt;a língua quente em meu pescoço,&lt;br /&gt;fala pau pra me acalmar,&lt;br /&gt;fala pedra, geometria,&lt;br /&gt;se descuida e fica meiga,&lt;br /&gt;aproveito pra me safar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro ela corre mais,&lt;br /&gt;eu grito ela grita mais,&lt;br /&gt;sete demônios mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;Me pega a ponta do pé&lt;br /&gt;e vem até na cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;fazendo sulcos profundos.&lt;br /&gt;É de ferro a roda dentada dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Love Is Real&lt;br /&gt;Carole King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I bask in the glow of a just-lit fire&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the warmth as the flames grow higher&lt;br /&gt;I think it's true that nothing&lt;br /&gt;is really new under the sun&lt;br /&gt;Watching a new love grow&lt;br /&gt;from old love's embers&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's gone but today remembers&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it seem to come down the same for everyone&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Only love is real&lt;br /&gt;Everything else illusion&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the confusion of the way we connive&lt;br /&gt;At being alive&lt;br /&gt;Tracing a line till we can define&lt;br /&gt;The thing that allows us to feel&lt;br /&gt;Only love is real&lt;br /&gt;Childhood dreams like muddy waters&lt;br /&gt;Flowing through me to my son and daughters&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ever thought is confirmed as truth to me&lt;br /&gt;Even as I see the way that I want to go now&lt;br /&gt;Still I had wished I had known what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could have spared you&lt;br /&gt;Giving your youth to me&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love is real&lt;br /&gt;Everything else illusion&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the confusion of the way we connive&lt;br /&gt;At being alive&lt;br /&gt;Tracing a line till we can define&lt;br /&gt;The thing that allows us to feel&lt;br /&gt;Only love is real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2499902138501653918?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2499902138501653918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/seducao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2499902138501653918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2499902138501653918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/09/seducao.html' title='SEDUÇÃO....'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TJN5n5uApWI/AAAAAAAAAas/NqyBOl2IlGg/s72-c/Aprendendo_a_Seduzir.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7601718813807713460</id><published>2010-06-28T11:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:17:08.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TCiy5pYGyhI/AAAAAAAAAac/8aWYOkWZEQ8/s1600/desculpa_se_te_chamo_de_amor_-_federico_moccia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TCiy5pYGyhI/AAAAAAAAAac/8aWYOkWZEQ8/s400/desculpa_se_te_chamo_de_amor_-_federico_moccia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487832849380198930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;Niki é uma bela garota, é divertida, é inteligente. Tem 17 anos. Alex é um 'garoto' de quase 37. Separou-se há pouco, e sem uma razão clara, de sua noiva. Publicitário com grandes responsabilidades, vê-se em crise no trabalho. Os dois se cruzam casualmente num pequeno acidente de trânsito. Niki gosta de Alex, Alex acha Niki divertida. A relação fica cada vez mais intensa. Não querem deixar a diferença de idade atrapalhar. O mundo dos adolescentes se choca com o dos adultos. Mas a vida dos dois nunca mais será a mesma. Este romance é a vontade de reencontrar a própria liberdade, a vontade de ter sentimentos verdadeiros, de amar sem convenções e sem muitos porquês. É o cotidiano, mas também o sonho.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Opinião&lt;br /&gt;O que mais gostei neste livro foram os seus personagens, possivelmente reais, com seus defeitos e suas virtudes sem exageros... Confesso que no início, quando ainda não havia percebido a intenção do autor, os adolescentes me irritaram com os seus jeitos inconseqüentes e depois me encantaram com a coragem que só eles têm... &lt;br /&gt;Uma estória leve, mas forte, sobre o encontro de pessoas que buscam suprir a carência do amor ou a melhor maneira de vivê-lo. Um livro que me conquistou pelos fatos magnificamente narrados, com doçura e paixão, pelas citações de diversos filmes e músicas que eu amo. Recomendo àqueles que acreditam, sim, no amor verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho do livro que mais gostei:&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;"As pessoas amam  as coisas simples."&lt;br /&gt;"É verdade, eu também."&lt;br /&gt;"E você, Alex, me parece tão simples..."&lt;br /&gt;Alessandro apoia o copo.&lt;br /&gt;"parece uma ofensa..."&lt;br /&gt;"Por quê? Simples. Uma alma simples..."&lt;br /&gt;"mas às vezes as coisas simpls são as mais complicadas de alcançar".&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, não seja complicado. Sério! Juntos podemos conseguir... E além disso esta claro o que você quer. As coisas que deseja. Se veem, se leem, e mesmo que eu não as tivesse entendido... Ao final, foi o seu coração que as sugeriu para mim."&lt;br /&gt;"Sabe lá o que ele disse... Às vezes mente."&lt;br /&gt;Niki ri e se esconde atrás da moita de jasmins. Pequena. pequena demais para aquele sorriso maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;"Comigo ele foi sincero..."&lt;br /&gt;Niki morde mais um jasmim. Suga o néctar. "experimente, tem um sabor delicioso. Me dá um beijo?..."&lt;br /&gt;"Niki, mas eu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh... o que tem de mais simples que um beijo?..."&lt;br /&gt;"Mas eu e você é complicado."&lt;br /&gt;'Shhh... deixe o seu coração falar." Niki se aproxima dele. Apoia a mão sobre o coração de Alessandro. Depois o ouvido. E escuta. E bate forte aquele coração emocionado. E Niki sorri. "Viu?, estou ouvindo." (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was her she was me&lt;br /&gt;We were one we were free&lt;br /&gt;And if there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were young we were wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were fine all along&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;When you get to where you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;And you know the things you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;You're smiling&lt;br /&gt;When you said what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;And you know the way you wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You'll be so high you'll be flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the sea will be strong&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get to where you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;And you know the things you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;You're smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said what you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;And you know the way you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;You'll be so high you'll be flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was her she was me&lt;br /&gt;We were one we were free&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's somebody calling me on&lt;br /&gt;She's the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's The One&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7601718813807713460?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7601718813807713460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinopse-niki-e-uma-bela-garota-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7601718813807713460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7601718813807713460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinopse-niki-e-uma-bela-garota-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TCiy5pYGyhI/AAAAAAAAAac/8aWYOkWZEQ8/s72-c/desculpa_se_te_chamo_de_amor_-_federico_moccia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5962458084833319886</id><published>2010-06-28T00:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:10:23.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you meet me halfway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7HahVwYpwo&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/I7HahVwYpwo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agora pouco no quintal... uma brisa fresca!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi o suficiente pra eu ir pra outra galáxia (e lá tinha barulho e cheiro de mar, eu estava de olhos fechados mas tenho quase certeza que tinha praia).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Isso é tão raro aqui, que sentir um ventinho no rosto e ficar arrepiada pode ser uma viagem!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sim, olhei para o céu e a lua estava linda (obrigada pelo recado, já que no meu céu só vejo microesferas e linfócitos)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5962458084833319886?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5962458084833319886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-meet-me-halfway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5962458084833319886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5962458084833319886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-meet-me-halfway.html' title='Can you meet me halfway'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5506920009617294733</id><published>2010-06-22T15:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:48:22.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Viva, e viva lindamente."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TCD_r7EoLYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/dDmZfuMTovs/s1600/livro+atos+aleatorios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TCD_r7EoLYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/dDmZfuMTovs/s400/livro+atos+aleatorios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485665476193824130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Delicado e inteligente” – The Observer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo você esperaria por amor?&lt;br /&gt;Seria capaz de dar a vida pela lembrança de um beijo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta estonteante estréia, Danny Schneimann pinta um retrato dramático de dois homens que se agarram à vida pela memória do amor. Dois homens cuja ligação misteriosa é revelada num espetacular desenlace, executado com perfeição e pulsando de emoção. Psicologicamente agudo, inegavelmente um grande romance, ATOS ALEATÓRIOS DE AMOR HEROICO é uma história surpreendente, que entrelaça dois destinos além das fronteiras do tempo e do espaço.&lt;br /&gt;1917. Moritz Daniecki consegue sobreviver à Primeira Grande Guerra e à Revolução Russa. Decidido a voltar para sua amada Lotte, foge da prisão na Sibéria e inicia uma longa e rigorosa viagem por Ásia e Europa. Sete mil quilômetros de estepes russas separavam Moritz de sua aldeia e de seu amor, cuja lembrança o mantivera vivo no cativeiro. Mas Moritz teme que Lotte não esteja mais à sua espera.&lt;br /&gt;1992. Leo Dakin acorda numa cama de hospital em algum país da América Latina. Sua namorada está morta e ele não se lembra do que pode ter acontecido. Culpando-se pela morte, entra numa espiral de loucura e desespero. Mas o que Leo não sabe é que, muito em breve, fará uma descoberta que mudará a sua vida para sempre. Consternado com o sofrimento de Leo, seu pai faz um tentativa para ajudá-lo que mudará sua vida para sempre: entrega ao filho uma série de cartas escritas por Moritz.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirado na história verídica da família do autor e com mais de 200 mil exemplares vendidos somente no Reino Unido, ATOS ALEATÓRIOS DE AMOR HEROICO revela um olhar comovente, algumas vezes irônico outras divertido, sobre a busca do amor e de si mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que posso dizer sobre o livro? &lt;br /&gt;Delicado, inteligente e sensível... AMEI!!! foi para o lista dos meus livros favoritos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trechos do livro:&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez não escolhi trechos da estória e sim anotações que o autor faz em cada início de um novo capítulo... Anotações sobre o ato sexual e de amor heroico de diferentes espécies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anotação n°42 (para o meu amigo Alberto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tartaruga é uma criatura engraçada.&lt;br /&gt;Sua proteção é tão desproporcionalmente pesada que ela perde toda noção de rapidez. É um espanto que algo com uma casca tão impenetrável consiga se abrir para o amor. Ainda assim, sempre há um modo de atingir até mesmo o coração do freguês mais duro. &lt;br /&gt;A tartaruga em algum momento, erguerá seu casco e deixará o parceiro entrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anotação n°71 (para alguem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo você, amorzinho,&lt;br /&gt;Da cabeça até o pezinho,&lt;br /&gt;E daqui ao Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;da pereba da ameba&lt;br /&gt;Ao chifre do unicórnio.&lt;br /&gt;Do maior do maiorzão ao &lt;br /&gt;   menor do mnorzinho.&lt;br /&gt;Das estrelas lá no céu aos&lt;br /&gt;    caroços de um figuinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo você &lt;br /&gt;Até a eternidade acabar&lt;br /&gt;Até o que é reto entortar,&lt;br /&gt;Até o impossível ocorrer,&lt;br /&gt;O dele ser dela e o dela dele ser.&lt;br /&gt;Que nossas almas e unam&lt;br /&gt;Até que a sua e a minha sumam &lt;br /&gt;Até não haver mais guerra,&lt;br /&gt;Nem no céu, nem na terra,&lt;br /&gt;Até nosso espírito cantar,&lt;br /&gt;E o sonho abrir as asas pra voar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5506920009617294733?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5506920009617294733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/viva-e-viva-lindamente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5506920009617294733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5506920009617294733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/viva-e-viva-lindamente.html' title='&quot;Viva, e viva lindamente.&quot;'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TCD_r7EoLYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/dDmZfuMTovs/s72-c/livro+atos+aleatorios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8743438301795530295</id><published>2010-06-21T09:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:54:38.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TB9g70wO3XI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ocZXybMpkeM/s1600/crazy+love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TB9g70wO3XI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ocZXybMpkeM/s400/crazy+love.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485209452050046322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKZBDeamZPU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Love&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;And the heavens open every time she smiles&lt;br /&gt;And when I come to her thats just where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm running to her like a rivers song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down&lt;br /&gt;And when I come to her when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;She takes away my trouble, takes away my grief&lt;br /&gt;Takes away all of my heartache, in the night like a thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy love&lt;br /&gt;She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I need her in the daytime&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I need her in the night&lt;br /&gt;Yes I want to throw my arms around her&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and hug, kiss and hug her tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm returning from so far away&lt;br /&gt;She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day&lt;br /&gt;Yes it makes me righteous, it makes me feel whole&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me mellow down to my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;She gives me love&lt;br /&gt;I need a love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;Crazy love, crazy love, crazy lov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8743438301795530295?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8743438301795530295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8743438301795530295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8743438301795530295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-love.html' title='CRAZY LOVE...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TB9g70wO3XI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ocZXybMpkeM/s72-c/crazy+love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7952249270792101569</id><published>2010-06-14T11:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:56:51.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TA MUITO FRIO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TBZA7FYDZUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RcQLKFVcJUk/s1600/alguem-para-amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TBZA7FYDZUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RcQLKFVcJUk/s400/alguem-para-amar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482640980169680194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que final de semana frio!!! Ainda por cima, sabado foi dia dos namorados e eu sem nenhum para me aquecer!!! My God... Sao Joao... santo Antonio... Acabei passando este final de semana com meu grande amor (a Maria) debaixo das cobertas, comendo porcaria, tomando vinho barato mas lendo um lindo romance e sonhando com um grande amor para o futuro... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinopse do livro:&lt;br /&gt;Em Alguem para amar, Judith McNaught descreve com impressionante vigor e emocao o romance entre uma condessa, Elizabeth Cameron, e um homem de origem misteriosa, Ian Thornton.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth foi criada longe dos saloes londrinos e nao sabia que ligacoes afetivas e financeiras frequentemente se entrelacam em sutis arranjos de interesses. Era ingenua demais para suspeitar do comportamento de Ian, um homem atraente e perigososamente habil nos jogos sociais. mas dessa uniao nasce um amor permeado de intrigas, escandalos e irrefreavel sensualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opiniao:&lt;br /&gt;SImplesmente adorei!!! Foi o meu recorde de maior tempo seguido de leitura, isso porque nao conseguia parar de ler antes do final... Acabei de le-lo as 5 da madruga sem qualquer esfor;o contra o sono... Apesar da falta de profundidade psicologica a forma como ela descreve o ramance nao posso descordar da opiniao de Romantic Times... &lt;br /&gt;`Judith McNaugt e uma das mais convicentes representantes da ficcao romantica.` - Romantic Times&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza ira para a lista dos meus livros preferidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho do livro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;-Por que? - sussurrou contra o peito dele.&lt;br /&gt;Ian ouvia o tremor na voz dela, e entendeu a perguta; era a mesma que estava se fazendo. Por que aquela explosao de paixao acontecia toda vez que a tocava? Como aquela garota inglasa conseguia faze-lo perder completamente o controle?&lt;br /&gt;-Nao sei - respondeu, num tom que soou vago e estranho ate para seus proprios ouvidos. - As vezes simplesmente acontece... -Para as pessoas erradas, nos momentos errados, acrescentou, em silencio.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7952249270792101569?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7952249270792101569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/ta-muito-frio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7952249270792101569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7952249270792101569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/ta-muito-frio.html' title='TA MUITO FRIO!!!!'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TBZA7FYDZUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RcQLKFVcJUk/s72-c/alguem-para-amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-613740592927354358</id><published>2010-06-08T14:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:01:56.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TA6FaHNOUgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/u961eBPjqjc/s1600/foda-se-pe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TA6FaHNOUgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/u961eBPjqjc/s400/foda-se-pe1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480464480214077954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que treinar muita yoga pra fazer isso, hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Djavan&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Djavan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você disse que não sabe se não&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não tem certeza que sim&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;Quando é assim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa vir do coração&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe que eu só penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Você diz que vive pensando em mim&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Se é assim&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que largar a mão do não&lt;br /&gt;Soltar essa louca, arder de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Não há como doer pra decidir&lt;br /&gt;Só dizer sim ou não&lt;br /&gt;Mas você adora um se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu levo a sério, mas você disfarça&lt;br /&gt;Você me diz à beça e eu nessa de horror&lt;br /&gt;E me remete ao frio que vem lá do sul&lt;br /&gt;Insiste em zero a zero e eu quero um a um&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá o que te dá que não quer meu calor&lt;br /&gt;São jorge por favor me empresta o dragão&lt;br /&gt;Mais fácil aprender japonês em braile&lt;br /&gt;Do que você decidir se dá ou não&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-613740592927354358?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poUv8I_O6pw' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/613740592927354358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/613740592927354358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/613740592927354358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/se.html' title='Se'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/TA6FaHNOUgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/u961eBPjqjc/s72-c/foda-se-pe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7462984107916665112</id><published>2010-06-01T14:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:40:10.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCOLHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se alguma coisa se te opoe e te fere, deixa crescer. É que estas a ganhar raízes e a mudar. Abençoado ferimento que te faz parir de ti proprio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saint-Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7462984107916665112?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7462984107916665112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/escolhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7462984107916665112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7462984107916665112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/escolhas.html' title='ESCOLHAS'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2725846884701980347</id><published>2010-06-01T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:35:37.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vamos sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Recomeçar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;S A U D A D E S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2725846884701980347?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2725846884701980347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/vamos-sim-recomecar-s-u-d-d-e-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2725846884701980347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2725846884701980347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/06/vamos-sim-recomecar-s-u-d-d-e-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5973294299857048641</id><published>2010-05-17T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:29:55.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO DA MULHER*</title><content type='html'>Magali Moraes - http://euleiomagalimoraes.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, me ajude a nunca desistir de ser mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Coloque um espelho no meio do meu caminho entre a lavanderia, o&lt;br /&gt;supermercado, o sapateiro, o colégio e a locadora. E que, ao me olhar, eu&lt;br /&gt;goste do que veja.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que eu passe uma semana sem usar um batom bem vermelho, uma bota&lt;br /&gt;bem alta ou um jeans bem justo.&lt;br /&gt;Proteja meus cachos do vento e os brincos e anéis dos olhares invejosos.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe faltar na minha vida comédias românticas e boas depiladoras.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que eu fecho os registros e as janelas. Mas, por favor, abra algumas&lt;br /&gt;portas. Nem que seja a do carro.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu estiver com vontade de chorar, faça com que eu chore um dilúvio. E que&lt;br /&gt;tenha saído de casa sem pintar o olho.&lt;br /&gt;Para cada dia de TPM, me dê uma vitrine com sapatos lindos.&lt;br /&gt;Já que eu nunca pedi milagres, faça com que minhas celulites sejam ao menos&lt;br /&gt;discretinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Me dê saúde, tempo livre, silêncio. E que nunca falte O.B. na minha bolsa.&lt;br /&gt;Nos engarrafamentos, faça com que eu ligue o rádio e esteja tocando minha&lt;br /&gt;música preferida. E que eu lembre da letra para cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Dê forças para eu insistir que meus filhos comam salada, digam por favor e&lt;br /&gt;obrigada, limpem a boca no guardanapo, façam as pazes e puxem a descarga.&lt;br /&gt;Cegue meus olhos para as sujeiras nos cantos e os brinquedos no meio da sala&lt;br /&gt;– eles vão estar sempre lá, isso eu já vi.&lt;br /&gt;Ajude para que eu chegue do trabalho e ainda consiga brincar, ver desenho,&lt;br /&gt;contar história, fazer cosquinha, pintar dentro da linha preta. Ou fazer só&lt;br /&gt;uma dessas coisas. E se eu não tiver a menor condição de me manter em pé,&lt;br /&gt;faça com que meu filho chegue dormindo da escola.&lt;br /&gt;Em dias difíceis, dê coragem e persistência para eu seguir na dieta.&lt;br /&gt;Faça com que eu não esqueça de ligar para os meus pais e meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Dê firmeza para os seios e para a hora do castigo.&lt;br /&gt;Ajude para que o meu trabalho não seja bom somente no dia do pagamento.&lt;br /&gt;Proteja minhas poucas horas de sono e não me julgue mal caso eu não acorde&lt;br /&gt;no meio da noite para cobrir meus filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que a minha testa fique tão franzida a ponto de parecer uma saia&lt;br /&gt;plissada. E eu, uma louca estressada.&lt;br /&gt;Faça com que o sol seja meu personal trainer, meu complexo de vitaminas, meu&lt;br /&gt;carregador de bateria – mas quando eu pedir um diazinho de chuva, não&lt;br /&gt;pergunte por quê.&lt;br /&gt;Para cada batata quente no trabalho, me dê um café recém-passado.&lt;br /&gt;Entenda quando eu rezo para cancelarem uma reunião – não é gastar reza à&lt;br /&gt;toa, pode ter certeza.&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo isso, faça com que eu ache tempo para virar namorada de&lt;br /&gt;novo, ir no cinema, jantar fora, beijar na boca, dormir abraçadinha.&lt;br /&gt;Ilumine o espelho do banheiro e proteja minhas pinças, meus cremes e&lt;br /&gt;segredos.&lt;br /&gt;Ajude a não faltar gasolina, não furar o pneu, não arranhar a calota. Afaste&lt;br /&gt;os motoqueiros do meu retrovisor.&lt;br /&gt;Proteja meu sorriso, meu humor, meu intestino.&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, por pior que seja o meu dia, faça com que ele termine, e não eu.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5973294299857048641?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5973294299857048641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/05/oracao-da-mulher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5973294299857048641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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desenfreada&lt;br /&gt;Te trago mil rosas roubadas&lt;br /&gt;Pra desculpar minhas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mancadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exagerado&lt;br /&gt;Jogado aos teus pés&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mesmo exagerado&lt;br /&gt;Adoro um amor inventado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca mais vou respirar&lt;br /&gt;Se você não me notar&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso até morrer de fome&lt;br /&gt;Se você não me amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por você eu largo tudo&lt;br /&gt;Vou mendigar, roubar, matar&lt;br /&gt;Até nas coisas mais banais&lt;br /&gt;Prá mim é tudo ou nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exagerado&lt;br /&gt;Jogado aos teus pés&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mesmo exagerado&lt;br /&gt;Adoro um amor inventado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por você eu largo tudo&lt;br /&gt;Carreira, dinheiro, canudo&lt;br /&gt;Até nas coisas mais banais&lt;br /&gt;Prá mim é tudo ou nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exagerado&lt;br /&gt;Jogado aos teus pés&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mesmo exagerado&lt;br /&gt;Adoro um amor inventado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogado aos teus pés&lt;br /&gt;Com mil rosas roubadas&lt;br /&gt;Exagerado&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro um amor inventado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4217419085078973684?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4217419085078973684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/05/cosquinha-no-coracao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4217419085078973684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4217419085078973684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/05/cosquinha-no-coracao.html' title='Cosquinha no coração'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1042905079151560783</id><published>2010-05-12T11:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:49:21.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Geó vamos recomeçar nosso blog que esta a muito tempo parado, quieto?</title><content type='html'>Recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde você parou...&lt;br /&gt;em que momento da vida você cansou...&lt;br /&gt;o que importa é que sempre é possível e&lt;br /&gt;necessário "Recomeçar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;é renovar as esperanças na vida e o mais importante...&lt;br /&gt;acreditar em você de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período?&lt;br /&gt;foi aprendizado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorou muito?&lt;br /&gt;foi limpeza da alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;foi para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes?&lt;br /&gt;é porque fechaste a porta até para os anjos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido?&lt;br /&gt;era o início da tua melhora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...agora é hora de reiniciar...de pensar na luz...&lt;br /&gt;de encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal&lt;br /&gt;Um corte de cabelo arrojado...diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Um novo curso...ou aquele velho desejo de aprender a&lt;br /&gt;pintar...desenhar...dominar o computador...&lt;br /&gt;ou qualquer outra coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha quanto desafio...&lt;br /&gt;quanta coisa nova nesse mundão de meu Deus te&lt;br /&gt;esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá se sentindo sozinho?&lt;br /&gt;besteira...tem tanta gente que você afastou com o&lt;br /&gt;seu "período de isolamento"...&lt;br /&gt;tem tanta gente esperando apenas um sorriso teu&lt;br /&gt;para "chegar" perto de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos trancamos na tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;nem nós mesmos nos suportamos...&lt;br /&gt;ficamos horríveis...&lt;br /&gt;o mal humor vai comendo nosso fígado...&lt;br /&gt;até a boca fica amarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;hoje é um bom dia para começar novos&lt;br /&gt;desafios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde você quer chegar? &lt;br /&gt;ir alto...sonhe alto... queira o&lt;br /&gt;melhor do melhor... queira coisas boas para a vida...&lt;br /&gt;pensando assim trazemos prá nós aquilo que desejamos...&lt;br /&gt;se pensamos pequeno...&lt;br /&gt;coisas pequenas teremos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e principalmente&lt;br /&gt;lutarmos pelo melhor...&lt;br /&gt;o melhor vai se instalar na nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;E é hoje o dia da faxina mental...&lt;br /&gt;joga fora tudo que te prende ao passado... ao mundinho&lt;br /&gt;de coisas tristes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotos...peças de roupa, papel de bala...ingressos de&lt;br /&gt;cinema, bilhetes de viagens... &lt;br /&gt;e toda aquela tranqueira que guardamos&lt;br /&gt;quando nos julgamos apaixonados...&lt;br /&gt;jogue tudo fora... mas principalmente... &lt;br /&gt;esvazie seu coração... fique pronto para a vida... &lt;br /&gt;para um novo amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se somos apaixonáveis... &lt;br /&gt;somos sempre capazes de amar muitas e muitas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;afinal de contas... &lt;br /&gt;Nós somos o "Amor"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo, e não do&lt;br /&gt;tamanho da minha altura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-1042905079151560783?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1042905079151560783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/05/geo-vamos-recomecar-comecar-pelo-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1042905079151560783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1042905079151560783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/05/geo-vamos-recomecar-comecar-pelo-blog.html' title='Geó vamos recomeçar nosso blog que esta a muito tempo parado, quieto?'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5953959686033842414</id><published>2010-03-04T15:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:35:02.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESEJO!!! AMOR PRA RECOMEÇAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/S4_7ZWcaQZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CC8PmHQS_wU/s1600-h/desejo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/S4_7ZWcaQZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CC8PmHQS_wU/s400/desejo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444846887454261650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaeRGCyxtMk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo a você…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruto do mato&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Namoro no portão&lt;br /&gt;Domingo sem chuva&lt;br /&gt;Segunda sem mau humor&lt;br /&gt;Sábado com seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Crônica de Rubem Braga&lt;br /&gt;Filme antigo na TV&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma pessoa especial&lt;br /&gt;E que ela goste de você&lt;br /&gt;Música de Tom com letra de Chico&lt;br /&gt;Frango caipira em pensão do interior&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir uma palavra amável&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma surpresa agradável&lt;br /&gt;Noite de lua Cheia&lt;br /&gt;Rever uma velha amizade&lt;br /&gt;Ter fé em Deus&lt;br /&gt;Rir como criança&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir canto de passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Sarar de resfriado&lt;br /&gt;Formar um par ideal&lt;br /&gt;Tomar banho de cachoeira&lt;br /&gt;Pegar um bronzeado legal&lt;br /&gt;Aprender um nova canção&lt;br /&gt;Esperar alguém na estação&lt;br /&gt;Queijo com goiabada&lt;br /&gt;Pôr-do-Sol na roça&lt;br /&gt;Uma festa&lt;br /&gt;Um violão&lt;br /&gt;Uma seresta&lt;br /&gt;Recordar um amor antigo&lt;br /&gt;Ter um ombro sempre amigo&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde amena&lt;br /&gt;Tocar violão para alguém&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir a chuva no telhado&lt;br /&gt;Vinho branco&lt;br /&gt;Bolero de Ravel&lt;br /&gt;E muito carinho meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5953959686033842414?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5953959686033842414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/03/desejo-amor-pra-recomecar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5953959686033842414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5953959686033842414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/03/desejo-amor-pra-recomecar.html' title='DESEJO!!! AMOR PRA RECOMEÇAR...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/S4_7ZWcaQZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CC8PmHQS_wU/s72-c/desejo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7310799266622407170</id><published>2010-01-11T13:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:05:38.385-02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST TIME I FELT LIKE THIS</title><content type='html'>PARA GEÓ...&lt;br /&gt;E PRA MIM TAMBÉM!!!&lt;br /&gt;NO TEMPO DO AMOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/S0tKXMlifaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/C42IL1my2XY/s1600-h/tudobem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/S0tKXMlifaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/C42IL1my2XY/s400/tudobem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425511938474016162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si_1mpmVECA&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know your name, &lt;br /&gt;but I'm hopin' all the same&lt;br /&gt;This is more than just a simple hello.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, &lt;br /&gt;do I smile and look away? &lt;br /&gt;No, I think I'll smile and stay&lt;br /&gt;To see where this might go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the last time &lt;br /&gt;I felt like this, &lt;br /&gt;I was falling in love,&lt;br /&gt;Falling and feeling, &lt;br /&gt;I'd never fall in love again. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, the last time &lt;br /&gt;I felt like this, &lt;br /&gt;was long before I knew&lt;br /&gt;What I'm feeling now with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till we're alone, &lt;br /&gt;somewhere quiet on our own&lt;br /&gt;So that we can fall the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;I know that before the night is thru, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be talking love to you,&lt;br /&gt;Meaning every word I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the last time &lt;br /&gt;I felt like this &lt;br /&gt;I was falling in love,&lt;br /&gt;Falling and feeling, &lt;br /&gt;I'd never fall in love again. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, the last time I felt like this, &lt;br /&gt;was long before I knew&lt;br /&gt;What I'm feeling now with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the last time &lt;br /&gt;I felt like this &lt;br /&gt;I was falling in love,&lt;br /&gt;Falling and feeling, &lt;br /&gt;I'd never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the last time I felt like &lt;br /&gt;this, was long before I knew&lt;br /&gt;What I'm feeling now with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman &lt;br /&gt;Music by Marvin Hamlisch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7310799266622407170?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7310799266622407170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-time-i-felt-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7310799266622407170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7310799266622407170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-time-i-felt-like-this.html' title='THE LAST TIME I FELT LIKE THIS'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/S0tKXMlifaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/C42IL1my2XY/s72-c/tudobem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7153526923420675453</id><published>2009-12-29T13:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:07:46.869-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberto Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Roberto Carlos / Erasmo Carlos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha você tem todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia eu sonhei prá mim&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça cheia de problemas&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo, eu gosto mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Tem os olhos cheios de esperança&lt;br /&gt;De uma cor que mais ninguém possui&lt;br /&gt;Me traz meu passado e as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu quis ser e não fui&lt;br /&gt;Olha você vive tão distante&lt;br /&gt;Muito além do que eu posso ter&lt;br /&gt;E eu que sempre fui tão inconstante&lt;br /&gt;Te juro, meu amor, agora é prá valer&lt;br /&gt;Olha, vem comigo aonde eu for&lt;br /&gt;Seja minha amante, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Vem seguir comigo o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;E viver a vida só de amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7153526923420675453?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7153526923420675453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/12/olha-roberto-carlos-composicao-roberto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7153526923420675453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7153526923420675453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/12/olha-roberto-carlos-composicao-roberto.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5216776773783396607</id><published>2009-12-11T16:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:29:32.048-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU GRANDE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5216776773783396607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/12/meu-grande-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5216776773783396607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5216776773783396607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/12/meu-grande-amor.html' title='MEU GRANDE AMOR'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4714507203786620521</id><published>2009-11-30T10:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:49:34.940-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4714507203786620521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6041711657942912191</id><published>2009-11-24T13:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:50:00.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O NOSSO AMOR A GENTE INVENTA... NEM QUE FOR SÓ PARA SE DISTRAIR...</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/6041711657942912191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-nosso-amor-gente-inventa-nem-que-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6041711657942912191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6041711657942912191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-nosso-amor-gente-inventa-nem-que-for.html' title='O NOSSO AMOR A GENTE INVENTA... NEM QUE FOR SÓ PARA SE DISTRAIR...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7930242700806136316</id><published>2009-11-18T11:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:22:30.437-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7930242700806136316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-eu-te-encontrar-biquini-cavadao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7930242700806136316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7930242700806136316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-eu-te-encontrar-biquini-cavadao.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5024889700207693659</id><published>2009-11-18T10:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:35:25.109-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É impossivel ser feliz sozinho....</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5024889700207693659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-impossivel-ser-feliz-sozinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5024889700207693659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5024889700207693659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-impossivel-ser-feliz-sozinho.html' title='É impossivel ser feliz sozinho....'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7037832119582150925</id><published>2009-11-17T15:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:15:22.229-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVER E SABER AMAR</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7037832119582150925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/viver-e-saber-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7037832119582150925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7037832119582150925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/viver-e-saber-amar.html' title='VIVER E SABER AMAR'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5631735660487143704</id><published>2009-11-12T14:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:31:57.039-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O VENTO LEVA!!!</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5631735660487143704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-vento-leva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5631735660487143704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5631735660487143704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-vento-leva.html' title='O VENTO LEVA!!!'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2711349683161824067</id><published>2009-11-10T21:41:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:47:23.610-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM, TODO AMOR É SAGRADO...</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2711349683161824067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/sim-todo-amor-e-sagrado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2711349683161824067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2711349683161824067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/sim-todo-amor-e-sagrado.html' title='SIM, TODO AMOR É SAGRADO...'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6637351681690439856</id><published>2009-11-03T11:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:39:10.475-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU QUERO MAIS É BEIJAR NA BOCA.... E SER FELIZ DAQUI PRA FRENTE... PRA SEMPRE!!!</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/6637351681690439856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-quero-mais-e-beijar-na-boca-e-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6637351681690439856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6637351681690439856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-quero-mais-e-beijar-na-boca-e-ser.html' title='EU QUERO MAIS É BEIJAR NA BOCA.... E SER FELIZ DAQUI PRA FRENTE... PRA SEMPRE!!!'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7548854530573011748</id><published>2009-10-30T10:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:07:43.759-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MEIO SAFADO. OUTRA METADE É ROMANCE</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7548854530573011748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/10/meio-safado-outra-metade-e-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7548854530573011748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7548854530573011748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/10/meio-safado-outra-metade-e-romance.html' title='MEIO SAFADO. OUTRA METADE É ROMANCE'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6995076343415119698</id><published>2009-10-28T12:47:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:08:39.906-02:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH YOU WERE HERE</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/6995076343415119698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6995076343415119698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6995076343415119698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-you-were-here.html' title='WISH YOU WERE HERE'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5048547020954463394</id><published>2009-09-28T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:47:22.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario Faustino</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5048547020954463394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/mario-faustino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5048547020954463394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5048547020954463394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/mario-faustino.html' title='Mario Faustino'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-3079297537989928634</id><published>2009-09-17T15:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:39:10.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA VIDA INTERESSANTE</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3079297537989928634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-vida-interessante.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3079297537989928634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3079297537989928634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-vida-interessante.html' title='UMA VIDA INTERESSANTE'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4972018065884824876</id><published>2009-09-09T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:05:29.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUVA</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4972018065884824876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4972018065884824876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4972018065884824876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuva.html' title='CHUVA'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8796677333693691325</id><published>2009-08-26T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:36:31.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DON´T WAIT</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8796677333693691325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8796677333693691325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8796677333693691325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-wait.html' title='DON´T WAIT'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7831449396470472508</id><published>2009-08-11T15:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:55:11.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VAI TER MAIS TEMPO PRA GENTE FICAR JUNTO... É SO UM JEITO DE EU ENLOUQUECER COM VOCÊ...</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7831449396470472508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/vai-ter-mais-tempo-pra-gente-ficar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7831449396470472508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7831449396470472508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/vai-ter-mais-tempo-pra-gente-ficar.html' title='VAI TER MAIS TEMPO PRA GENTE FICAR JUNTO... É SO UM JEITO DE EU ENLOUQUECER COM VOCÊ...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7068668459343593538</id><published>2009-08-08T12:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:59:01.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No fim das contas...</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7068668459343593538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-fim-das-contas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7068668459343593538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7068668459343593538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-fim-das-contas.html' title='No fim das contas...'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6668458335680106725</id><published>2009-08-05T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:51:24.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como o pensamento de Miss... Eu quero a felicidade e a paz do mundo</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/6668458335680106725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-o-pensamento-de-miss-eu-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6668458335680106725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6668458335680106725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-o-pensamento-de-miss-eu-quero.html' title='Como o pensamento de Miss... Eu quero a felicidade e a paz do mundo'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7800305984422952592</id><published>2009-08-03T19:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:50:48.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem te viu...quem te vê</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7800305984422952592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/quem-te-viuqeum-te-ve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7800305984422952592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7800305984422952592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/08/quem-te-viuqeum-te-ve.html' title='Quem te viu...quem te vê'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5191520918664544800</id><published>2009-07-31T13:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:24:48.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5191520918664544800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-auto-retrato-no-retrato-que-me-faco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5191520918664544800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5191520918664544800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-auto-retrato-no-retrato-que-me-faco.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8163389312646440140</id><published>2009-07-17T09:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:00:07.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8163389312646440140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/put-your-records-on-corinne-bailey-rae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8163389312646440140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8163389312646440140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/put-your-records-on-corinne-bailey-rae.html' title=''/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1909157825546045193</id><published>2009-07-16T14:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:02:54.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TE QUERO TANTO.... I WANT YOU</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1909157825546045193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-quero-tanto-i-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1909157825546045193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1909157825546045193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-quero-tanto-i-want-you.html' title='TE QUERO TANTO.... I WANT YOU'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5640002286441494190</id><published>2009-07-14T21:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:11:35.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5640002286441494190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5640002286441494190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5640002286441494190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1778296194213750256</id><published>2009-07-14T11:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:33:57.008-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EASY</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1778296194213750256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/easy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1778296194213750256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1778296194213750256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/easy.html' title='EASY'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1595063571661834814</id><published>2009-07-03T21:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:48:12.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É VERO...</title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1595063571661834814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-vero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1595063571661834814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1595063571661834814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-vero.html' title='É VERO...'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-2092009432331071140</id><published>2009-07-03T13:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:41:30.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Sk40INw2HvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QsUu6SJP5vM/s1600-h/PB200142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354274322728230642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Sk40INw2HvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QsUu6SJP5vM/s400/PB200142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ainda Bem&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Da Mata&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Liminha/Vanessa da Mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem&lt;br /&gt;Que você vive comigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque senão&lt;br /&gt;Como seria esta vida?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias frios em que nós estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto&lt;br /&gt;De amar, de amar&lt;br /&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;br /&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;br /&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;br /&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;br /&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorteAinda bem&lt;br /&gt;Que você vive comigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque senão&lt;br /&gt;Como seria esta vida?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;br /&gt;As flores que me manda são fato&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso cuidado e entrega&lt;br /&gt;Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam&lt;br /&gt;Os dias chegariam sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte&lt;br /&gt;Seria o acaso e não sorte&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo de tantos anos&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos séculos&lt;br /&gt;Que sorte a nossa hein?&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt;Nosso encontro&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois, esse amor.&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos outros&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos séculos&lt;br /&gt;Que sorte a nossa hein?&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt;Esse encontro&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois, esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas paixões&lt;br /&gt;Esse encontro&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois, esse amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-2092009432331071140?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/2092009432331071140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/ainda-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2092009432331071140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/2092009432331071140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/07/ainda-bem.html' title='Ainda bem...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Sk40INw2HvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QsUu6SJP5vM/s72-c/PB200142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-9150329535215050890</id><published>2009-06-26T18:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:19:34.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DE AFRODISÍACOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gi, fica brava, porque eu não escrevo mais no blog...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gi sabe como eu gosto de Adélia, como me identifico com seus temas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de Adélia tanto quanto gosto de casamento...ainda...rs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O texto é compridooooooooo, mas tem que ler direitinho, devagar e sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É muito bom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De afrodisíacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adélia Prado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um pouco de pudor de contar, mas só um pouco, porque sei que vou acabar contando mesmo. É porque lá em casa a gente não podia falar nem diabo, que levava sabão, quanto mais... ah, no fim eu falo. Coisa do Teodoro, ele quem me contou, você sabe, marido depois de um certo tempo de casamento fala certas coisas com a mulher. O seu não fala? Pois é, e de novo tem um tempão que aconteceu. Lembra aquela história dos queijos? Igual. Demorou um par de anos pra me contar. O pessoal dele é assim, sem pressa. Tem uma história deles lá, que o pai dele, meu sogro, esperou 52 anos pra relatar. Diz ele que esperou os protagonistas morrerem. Tem condição? Mas o Teodoro — foi quando a gente mudou pra casa nova — teve de ir nas Goiabeiras tratar um marceneiro e passou, pra aproveitar, na casa da tia dele, a Carlina do Afonso, e encontrou lá o Gomide. Tou encompridando, acho que é só por medo do fim, mas agora já comecei, então. Então, diz o Teodoro, que o Gomide tirou do bolso do paletó uma trouxinha de palha de milho, cortadas elas todas iguaizinhas e amarradas com uma embirinha da mesma palha. Escolheu, escolheu, pegou uma bem lisa e bem branquinha, tirou o canivete do outro bolso, lambeu a palha pra lá, pra cá, e ficou um tempão lhe passando firme a lâmina, do meio pras pontas, de ponta a ponta, entremeando com lambidas. Depois, ainda segurando a palha entre os dedos, foi a hora de tirar e picar o fumo de rolo bem fininho. Ia picando e pondo na concha da mão. Acabou, guardou o rolo e ficou socavando o fumo na mão com a ponta do canivete. Depois pegou a palha, mais uma lambida e foi pondo nela o fumo, espalhando ele por igual na canaleta formada, pressionando bem pra ficar bem firme. Deu mais uma lambida na parte mais próxima do fumo e com os polegares e indicadores foi enrolando o cigarro devagarinho, uma enrolada e uma lambida, uma enrolada e uma lambida. Com o canivete dobrou uma das pontas para o fumo não escapar, tirou a binga do bolso, acendeu e pegou a pitar. Agora é que vem, ai, ai. Teodoro falou que o tempo todo da operação ele não despregava o olho daquilo. Disse que nem sabe o que tia Carlina arengava, só punha sentido no Gomide fazendo o pito. Diz ele que foi uma coisa tão esquisita — esquisita, não —, tão encantada que ele ficou de pau duro. É isso. Falou também que ficou doido pra sair dali, comprar palha, fumo de rolo e repetir tudo igualzinho ao Gomide. Eu entendo. Quando conheci o Teodoro, ele fumava e eu achava muito emocionante. Tenho muita saudade de quando não existia essa amolação de cigarro dar câncer, nem de mulher ser magra. A gente tinha mais tempo para o que precisa, não é mesmo? Será que faz mal mesmo? Colesterol, depois de tanto barulho, estão falando que já tem do bom. Qualquer dia vou pedir ao Teodoro pra dar uma fumadinha, só pra fazer tipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto extraído do livro "Filandras", Editora Record - Rio de Janeiro, 2001, pág. 53. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-9150329535215050890?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/9150329535215050890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-afrodisiacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/9150329535215050890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/9150329535215050890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-afrodisiacos.html' title='DE AFRODISÍACOS'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-3123325171837509081</id><published>2009-06-22T12:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:47:53.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor rir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Sj-nlwCWV7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/VZIV0NqcE_s/s1600-h/lobomau_platinum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350179149331191730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Sj-nlwCWV7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/VZIV0NqcE_s/s400/lobomau_platinum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recebi um e-mail engraçadinho hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeiro fiquei brava...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois dei risada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai saber, rs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Príncipe encantado que nada... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom mesmo é o lobo-mau!!&lt;br /&gt;Que te ouve melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Que te vê melhor...&lt;br /&gt;E ainda te come!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-3123325171837509081?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3123325171837509081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/melhor-rir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3123325171837509081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3123325171837509081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/melhor-rir.html' title='Melhor rir...'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Sj-nlwCWV7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/VZIV0NqcE_s/s72-c/lobomau_platinum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-1965507562947560551</id><published>2009-06-15T00:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:11:05.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WE DO WHAT WE NEED TO BE FREE... SO FUCK YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjW54-Mi7sI/AAAAAAAAAXU/83qJ6xx_Z3M/s1600-h/arvores.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347384520991764162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjW54-Mi7sI/AAAAAAAAAXU/83qJ6xx_Z3M/s400/arvores.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rootless Tree (Live)&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Indisponível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from you is empty your head&lt;br /&gt;But they say be true, don't stay in your bed&lt;br /&gt;We do what we need to be free&lt;br /&gt;And it leans on me like a rootless tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from us is learn to let go&lt;br /&gt;But we fade the forests, fracture the tide&lt;br /&gt;We go blind when we needed to see&lt;br /&gt;And it leans on me, like a rootless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;And all you didn't do&lt;br /&gt;I said bleed it, bleed it, bleed it&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much&lt;br /&gt;That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Of this hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from this&lt;br /&gt;Is to learn to let go&lt;br /&gt;No not of you&lt;br /&gt;Of all that is old&lt;br /&gt;Killers re-invent and believe&lt;br /&gt;And it leans on me, like a rootless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;And all you didn't do&lt;br /&gt;I said leave it, leave it, leave it&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much&lt;br /&gt;That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;It's hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;And all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I said leave it, leave it, leave it&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;And do you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much&lt;br /&gt;That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out&lt;br /&gt;Hell when you're around&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me outÂ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlnpedLeGbo&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;Não dá para parar de ouvi-lo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-1965507562947560551?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/1965507562947560551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-do-what-we-need-to-be-free-so-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1965507562947560551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/1965507562947560551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-do-what-we-need-to-be-free-so-fuck.html' title='WE DO WHAT WE NEED TO BE FREE... SO FUCK YOU'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjW54-Mi7sI/AAAAAAAAAXU/83qJ6xx_Z3M/s72-c/arvores.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-4595035953007036504</id><published>2009-06-14T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:18:32.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para meus amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mTa8U0Wa0q8&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/mTa8U0Wa0q8&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;YOUR SONG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of those, who can easily hide&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much money, but boy if I did&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where we both could live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a sculptor, but then again no,&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;My gift is my song and this one's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody, this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;That I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses, well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you, that keep it turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody, this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;That I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-4595035953007036504?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/4595035953007036504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-meus-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4595035953007036504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/4595035953007036504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-meus-amigos.html' title='Para meus amigos...'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5620802567180123340</id><published>2009-06-13T11:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:03:08.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um olhar... Que loucura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjO6pn2V5_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3dY5fchHaCs/s1600-h/CONCENTRADO-DE-POESIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346822406853224434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjO6pn2V5_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3dY5fchHaCs/s400/CONCENTRADO-DE-POESIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OS MEUS VERSOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leste os meus versos? Leste? E adivinhaste&lt;br /&gt;O encanto supremo que os ditou?&lt;br /&gt;Acaso, quando os leste, imaginaste&lt;br /&gt;Que era o teu esse olhar que os inspirou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinhaste? Eu não posso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que adivinhasses, vês? E até, sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;Tu disseste pra ti: 'Por um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Somente, embora fosse assim tão lindo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar amando um homem!... Que loucura!"&lt;br /&gt;-Pois foi o teu olhar, a noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;(eu só a ti o digo, e muito a medo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que inspirou esses versos! Teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu trago dentro d'alma a soluçar!&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Ai não descubras nunca o meu segredo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;Precursora do movimento feminista em Portugal, teve uma vida tulmutuada, inquieta, transformando seus sofrimento em poesia da mais alta qualidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5620802567180123340?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5620802567180123340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-um-olhar-que-loucura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5620802567180123340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5620802567180123340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-um-olhar-que-loucura.html' title='Por um olhar... Que loucura!'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjO6pn2V5_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/3dY5fchHaCs/s72-c/CONCENTRADO-DE-POESIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-3742371858284224679</id><published>2009-06-11T21:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:09:01.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPRENDIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjGpLl6s9aI/AAAAAAAAAXE/j-1cJ7q9lYA/s1600-h/despreendimento.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346240249287472546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjGpLl6s9aI/AAAAAAAAAXE/j-1cJ7q9lYA/s400/despreendimento.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veio em mim de forma tão leve, recíproca e sem urgências que até pensei mesmo que era amor. Dessa vez verdadeiro e real. Não me apressei em escrever sobre, tinha a certeza de que não seria efêmero, não era daqueles encantamentos que eu corria pra deixar registrado em palavras para que não se perdessem totalmente de mim. Ledo engano. Foi-se. E não me pesou sua partida, causando-me estranheza. Preferia o choro, a melancolia, o nó na garganta. Essa partida indolor só me alarma para um dos meus maiores temores: perder o que há de sensível em mim. Não quero e não posso deixar que a vida me endureça ainda mais. E parece que há um calo duro se formando ali onde a pele era sensível e macia. O que fica é somente o cansaço das frustrações, uma vontade de descontinuar-me. E no final das contas eu estou bem, mesmo quando não deveria estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor (a) desconhecido... ou irreconhecivel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-3742371858284224679?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/3742371858284224679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/desprendimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3742371858284224679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/3742371858284224679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/desprendimento.html' title='DESPRENDIMENTO'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/SjGpLl6s9aI/AAAAAAAAAXE/j-1cJ7q9lYA/s72-c/despreendimento.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-7998977614472785641</id><published>2009-06-09T22:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:11:16.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You can dance... Having the time of your life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si8UuscrPvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qmhmHQjwkgM/s1600-h/So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance-so-you-think-you-can-dance-34967_800_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345514075150040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si8UuscrPvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qmhmHQjwkgM/s400/So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance-so-you-think-you-can-dance-34967_800_600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;ABBA&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus; Stig Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can dance&lt;br /&gt;You can jive&lt;br /&gt;Having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;See that girl&lt;br /&gt;Watch that scene&lt;br /&gt;Digging the Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night and the lights are low&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for the place to go&lt;br /&gt;Where they play the right music&lt;br /&gt;Getting in the swing&lt;br /&gt;You come to look for a King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody could be that guy&lt;br /&gt;Night is young and the music's high&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of rock music&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;You're in the mood for a dance&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;Young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat from the tambourine Oh Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can dance&lt;br /&gt;You can jive&lt;br /&gt;Having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;See that girl&lt;br /&gt;Watch that scene&lt;br /&gt;Digging the Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a teaser, you turn them on&lt;br /&gt;Leave them burning and then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for another, anyone will do&lt;br /&gt;You're in the mood for a dance&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;Young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat from the tambourine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can dance&lt;br /&gt;You can jive&lt;br /&gt;Having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;See that girl&lt;br /&gt;Watch that scene&lt;br /&gt;Digging the Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPgtv_IPc6o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPgtv_IPc6o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-7998977614472785641?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/7998977614472785641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-can-dance-having-time-of-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7998977614472785641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/7998977614472785641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-can-dance-having-time-of-your-life.html' title='You can dance... Having the time of your life...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si8UuscrPvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qmhmHQjwkgM/s72-c/So-You-Think-You-Can-Dance-so-you-think-you-can-dance-34967_800_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6712444985635408614</id><published>2009-06-09T00:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:10:12.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PARADIZE HOUSE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si3Rwi7LsLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/c5aeywesSJk/s1600-h/MammaMia%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345158964697608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si3Rwi7LsLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/c5aeywesSJk/s400/MammaMia%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Trecho do filme Angel de Francois Ozon….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendid old place. Do you know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt used to work there, but the family lost everything and have to move to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go there as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. But when I was little I used to think I was living at the Paradise House it was all I ever dreamer of, and everyone told me my dreams were lies because I said out loud the things I should’ n kept secret, and all I wanted to was to make it true. To wish and to wish and to wish and to make it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have A Dream&lt;br /&gt;ABBA&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Benny Andersson &amp;amp; Björn Ulvaeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;to help me cope&lt;br /&gt;with anything&lt;br /&gt;if you see the wonder&lt;br /&gt;of a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;you can take the future&lt;br /&gt;even if you fail&lt;br /&gt;I belive in angels&lt;br /&gt;something good in&lt;br /&gt;everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I belive in angels&lt;br /&gt;when I know the time&lt;br /&gt;is right for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the street&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;to help me through&lt;br /&gt;reality&lt;br /&gt;and my destination&lt;br /&gt;makes it worth the while&lt;br /&gt;pushing through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;still another mile&lt;br /&gt;I belive in angels&lt;br /&gt;something good in&lt;br /&gt;everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I belive in angels&lt;br /&gt;when I know the time&lt;br /&gt;is right for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the street&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2YOGfBFAbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-6712444985635408614?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/6712444985635408614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradize-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6712444985635408614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6712444985635408614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradize-house.html' title='PARADIZE HOUSE...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si3Rwi7LsLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/c5aeywesSJk/s72-c/MammaMia%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-5061104265875474199</id><published>2009-06-08T10:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:51:03.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE MÚSICA TOCAVA NO ANO EM QUE VC NASCEU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si0Wg17LldI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nvBIMW0H9ec/s1600-h/SURVIVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344953086245574098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si0Wg17LldI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nvBIMW0H9ec/s400/SURVIVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="fixed" href="http://www.planetarei.com.br/100anos/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.planetarei.com.br/100anos/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1979 na vitrola  só tocava I will survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was afraid, I was petrified,&lt;br /&gt;Kept' thinkin' I could never live without you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;But then I spent so many nights thinkin' how you did me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I grew strong, and I learned how to get along,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you're back, from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;I should've changed that stupid lock,&lt;br /&gt;I should've made you leave your key,&lt;br /&gt;If I know for just one second you'd be back to bother me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go now go, walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now, you're not welcome anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one who try to hurt me with goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'd crumble, do you think I'd lay down and die,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no not I, I will survive,&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live; I've got all my love to give,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll survive, I will survive,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all the strength I had not to fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;And trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself,&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me, somebody new,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;And so you felt like droppin' in and just expect me to be free,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm savin' all my lovin' for someone who's lovin' me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go now go, walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now, you're not welcome anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one who try to hurt me with goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'd crumble, do you think I'd lay down and die,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no not I, I will survive,&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live; I've got all my love to give,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll survive, I will survive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go now go, walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now, you're not welcome anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one who try to hurt me with goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'd crumble, do you think I'd lay down and die,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no not I, I will survive,&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live; I've got all my love to give,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll survive, I will survive,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBR2G-iI3-I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBR2G-iI3-I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-5061104265875474199?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/5061104265875474199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-musica-tocava-no-ano-em-que-vc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5061104265875474199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/5061104265875474199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-musica-tocava-no-ano-em-que-vc.html' title='QUE MÚSICA TOCAVA NO ANO EM QUE VC NASCEU?'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/Si0Wg17LldI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nvBIMW0H9ec/s72-c/SURVIVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-8806939670101121353</id><published>2009-05-26T08:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:08:20.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BEIJO SABOR DE ALEGRIA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/ShvM_jgjqvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/K0s1yLg7PoI/s1600-h/se+for+embora.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340087175413476082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/ShvM_jgjqvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/K0s1yLg7PoI/s400/se+for+embora.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se For Embora...&lt;br /&gt;Chimarruts&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Sander Fróis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for embora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;leve um sorriso meu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guardado no teu peito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu coração agora é meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas se ficar, ganha um beijo meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com sabor de alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um presente que Deus me deu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, já passei por tudo nesta vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas foi a fé que deu forças pra lutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batalhas ganhei, outras perdidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai! Que bom, se pudesse ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Refrão)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a vida veio lhe chamar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tem que ir e não pode mais ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se o destino não se encarregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da gente se ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso te falar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se for embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7_vHSfZGJs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7_vHSfZGJs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-8806939670101121353?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/8806939670101121353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/05/beijo-sabor-de-alegria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8806939670101121353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/8806939670101121353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/05/beijo-sabor-de-alegria.html' title='BEIJO SABOR DE ALEGRIA...'/><author><name>Giselle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387481143922031956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mfNybRAkFZM/ShvM_jgjqvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/K0s1yLg7PoI/s72-c/se+for+embora.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964711295661649165.post-6937695054985033584</id><published>2009-05-25T21:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:54:23.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Shs9l79qe-I/AAAAAAAAA18/CQ4GRz-J0t8/s1600-h/capa_mat03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929505138637794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Shs9l79qe-I/AAAAAAAAA18/CQ4GRz-J0t8/s400/capa_mat03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma Galinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma galinha de domingo. Ainda viva porque não passava de nove horas da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia calma. Desde sábado encolhera-se num canto da cozinha. Não olhava para ninguém, ninguém olhava para ela. Mesmo quando a escolheram, apalpando sua intimidade com indiferença, não souberam dizer se era gorda ou magra. Nunca se adivinharia nela um anseio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi pois uma surpresa quando a viram abrir as asas de curto vôo, inchar o peito e, em dois ou três lances, alcançar a murada do terraço. Um instante ainda vacilou — o tempo da cozinheira dar um grito — e em breve estava no terraço do vizinho, de onde, em outro vôo desajeitado, alcançou um telhado. Lá ficou em adorno deslocado, hesitando ora num, ora noutro pé. A família foi chamada com urgência e consternada viu o almoço junto de uma chaminé. O dono da casa, lembrando-se da dupla necessidade de fazer esporadicamente algum esporte e de almoçar, vestiu radiante um calção de banho e resolveu seguir o itinerário da galinha: em pulos cautelosos alcançou o telhado onde esta, hesitante e trêmula, escolhia com urgência outro rumo. A perseguição tornou-se mais intensa. De telhado a telhado foi percorrido mais de um quarteirão da rua. Pouco afeita a uma luta mais selvagem pela vida, a galinha tinha que decidir por si mesma os caminhos a tomar, sem nenhum auxílio de sua raça. O rapaz, porém, era um caçador adormecido. E por mais ínfima que fosse a presa o grito de conquista havia soado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha no mundo, sem pai nem mãe, ela corria, arfava, muda, concentrada. Às vezes, na fuga, pairava ofegante num beiral de telhado e enquanto o rapaz galgava outros com dificuldade tinha tempo de se refazer por um momento. E então parecia tão livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estúpida, tímida e livre. Não vitoriosa como seria um galo em fuga. Que é que havia nas suas vísceras que fazia dela um ser? A galinha é um ser. É verdade que não se pode&amp;shy;ria contar com ela para nada. Nem ela própria contava consigo, como o galo crê na sua crista. Sua única vantagem é que havia tantas galinhas que morrendo uma surgiria no mesmo instante outra tão igual como se fora a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, numa das vezes em que parou para gozar sua fuga, o rapaz alcançou-a. Entre gritos e penas, ela foi presa. Em seguida carregada em triunfo por uma asa através das telhas e pousada no chão da cozinha com certa violência. Ainda tonta, sacudiu-se um pouco, em cacarejos roucos e indecisos. Foi então que aconteceu. De pura afobação a galinha pôs um ovo. Surpreendida, exausta. Talvez fosse prematuro. Mas logo depois, nascida que fora para a maternidade, pare&amp;shy;cia uma velha mãe habituada. Sentou-se sobre o ovo e assim ficou, respirando, abotoando e desabotoando os olhos. Seu coração, tão pequeno num prato, solevava e abaixava as penas, enchendo de tepidez aquilo que nunca passaria de um ovo. Só a menina estava perto e assistiu a tudo estarrecida. Mal porém conseguiu desvencilhar-se do acontecimento, despregou-se do chão e saiu aos gritos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Mamãe, mamãe, não mate mais a galinha, ela pôs um ovo! ela quer o nosso bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos correram de novo à cozinha e rodearam mudos a jovem parturiente. Esquentando seu filho, esta não era nem suave nem arisca, nem alegre, nem triste, não era nada, era uma galinha. O que não sugeria nenhum sentimento especial. O pai, a mãe e a filha olhavam já há algum tempo, sem propriamente um pensamento qualquer. Nunca ninguém acariciou uma cabeça de galinha. O pai afinal decidiu-se com certa brusquidão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Se você mandar matar esta galinha nunca mais comerei galinha na minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Eu também! jurou a menina com ardor. A mãe, cansada, deu de ombros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsciente da vida que lhe fora entregue, a galinha passou a morar com a família. A menina, de volta do colégio, jogava a pasta longe sem interromper a corrida para a cozinha. O pai de vez em quando ainda se lembrava: "E dizer que a obriguei a correr naquele estado!" A galinha tornara-se a rainha da casa. Todos, menos ela, o sabiam. Continuou entre a cozinha e o terraço dos fundos, usando suas duas capacidades: a de apatia e a do sobressalto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando todos estavam quietos na casa e pareciam tê-la esquecido, enchia-se de uma pequena coragem, resquícios da grande fuga — e circulava pelo ladrilho, o corpo avançando atrás da cabeça, pausado como num campo, embora a pequena cabeça a traísse: mexendo-se rápida e vibrátil, com o velho susto de sua espécie já mecanizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez ou outra, sempre mais raramente, lembrava de novo a galinha que se recortara contra o ar à beira do telhado, prestes a anunciar. Nesses momentos enchia os pulmões com o ar impuro da cozinha e, se fosse dado às fêmeas cantar, ela não cantaria mas ficaria muito mais contente. Embora nem nesses instantes a expressão de sua vazia cabeça se alterasse. Na fuga, no descanso, quando deu à luz ou bicando milho — era uma cabeça de galinha, a mesma que fora desenhada no começo dos séculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia mataram-na, comeram-na e passaram-se anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto extraído do livro “Laços de Família”, Editora Rocco — Rio de Janeiro, 1998, pág. 30. Selecionado por Ítalo Moriconi, figura na publicação “Os Cem Melhores Contos Brasileiros do Século”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6964711295661649165-6937695054985033584?l=nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/feeds/6937695054985033584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6937695054985033584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6964711295661649165/posts/default/6937695054985033584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nossoclubedolivro.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh.html' title='Eh...'/><author><name>Georgia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794378637802061134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkfZCv7BHps/TxRKtLuOozI/AAAAAAAABI0/n6ZmmWmjFlc/s220/10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMaUm-xAOHU/Shs9l79qe-I/AAAAAAAAA18/CQ4GRz-J0t8/s72-c/capa_mat03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
