<?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-6198289418183315703</id><updated>2012-02-28T05:06:11.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Fados: Recordando o Passado, Lembrando o Presente</title><subtitle type='html'>Vamos tentar apresentar neste blogger uma grande gama de fados, antigos e modernos. Deixando assim o vídeo e a respectiva letra.

Péta e Luísa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>448</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-2268255149959248116</id><published>2011-10-06T21:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:36:53.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIA DA CONCEIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MENTIRA&lt;/strong&gt; (Dr. Guilherme Pereira / A. Machado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RpJP5x-5ZEY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENTIRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes dizer não te quero&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não creio em teu dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se me falasses sincero&lt;br /&gt;Era melhor não te querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu finges só por maldade&lt;br /&gt;É fingida essa indifrença&lt;br /&gt;Pois não há quem me convença&lt;br /&gt;Que me dizes na verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perder-te não posso viver sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver-te logo por ti me perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando amor por mim não sintas&lt;br /&gt;Por amor perdoa asena&lt;br /&gt;É melhor amor que mintas&lt;br /&gt;Que eu morra de amor e pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade que me fira&lt;br /&gt;Se me mata essa verdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro uma mentira&lt;br /&gt;Que mintas por piedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perder-te não posso viver sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver-te logo por ti me perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas cantigas que aí vão&lt;br /&gt;Verás riso e verás calma&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangue do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços da minha alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-2268255149959248116?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/2268255149959248116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2268255149959248116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2268255149959248116'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RpJP5x-5ZEY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-41366248276199273</id><published>2011-10-06T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:36:47.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIA ALICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;VIDA TRISTE&lt;/strong&gt; (Júlio de Sousa / J. F. Brito) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wvOn1LutzJ8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDA TRISTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida triste de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;E o coração não resiste&lt;br /&gt;Ao grande amor que o inflama&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o peito querer abrir-se&lt;br /&gt;E o coração contrafeito&lt;br /&gt;Como a tentar evadir-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer, penar, levar ao calvário a cruz&lt;br /&gt;Até que se apague a luz&lt;br /&gt;Da derradeira ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo acaba às mãos do tempo que corre&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que não morre&lt;br /&gt;Esta maldita paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é pecado olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Eu pequei por ter amado&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que não sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;E um afago nem terei&lt;br /&gt;Que possa servir de pago&lt;br /&gt;A tanto amor que lhe dei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wvOn1LutzJ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-5301872555175120921</id><published>2011-10-06T20:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:36:58.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LILIANA SILVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE VAI-TE EMBORA &lt;/strong&gt;(Júlio de Sousa)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;CHUVA &lt;/strong&gt;(Jorge Fernando)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8pCcayTM8m8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE VAI-TE EMBORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho a terra, olho o céu&lt;br /&gt;E tudo me fala de ti&lt;br /&gt;Do teu amor que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minh'alma se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, a única verdade&lt;br /&gt;Presente no nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Tem como imagem a cor&lt;br /&gt;Tão bela e triste da saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, vai-te embora&lt;br /&gt;Do meu peito tão cansado&lt;br /&gt;Leva para bem longe este meu fado&lt;br /&gt;Ficou escrita no vento esta paixão&lt;br /&gt;E à noite o vento é meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;Anda a esquecer a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Também&lt;br /&gt;Quero olvidar esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim, que não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Volta amor, porque é verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se a dor, volta a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se o amor, fica a amizade&lt;br /&gt;Só não parte do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Esta profunda saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que não vens&lt;br /&gt;Espreguiçar-te nos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que me tens&lt;br /&gt;Na poeira dos teus passos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas vulgares que há na vida &lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudades &lt;br /&gt;Só as lembranças que doem &lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história &lt;br /&gt;Da história da gente &lt;br /&gt;E outras de quem nem o nome &lt;br /&gt;Lembramos ouvir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São emoções que dão vida &lt;br /&gt;Á saudade que trago &lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo &lt;br /&gt;E acabei por perder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma &lt;br /&gt;E a vida da gente &lt;br /&gt;E aquele em que tu me deixaste &lt;br /&gt;Não posso esquecer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto &lt;br /&gt;Gelado e cansado &lt;br /&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha &lt;br /&gt;Já eu percorrera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meu choro de moça perdida &lt;br /&gt;Gritava à cidade &lt;br /&gt;Que o fogo do amor sob chuva &lt;br /&gt;Há instantes morrera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou &lt;br /&gt;Meu segredo à cidade &lt;br /&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro &lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a saudade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5301872555175120921?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5301872555175120921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5301872555175120921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5301872555175120921'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti é noite no meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti ando a caminhar sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Sou poente sem ter nascente&lt;br /&gt;Ando á procura de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sombra do passado&lt;br /&gt;Vagueei sem ter medo&lt;br /&gt;Guardando bem guardado&lt;br /&gt;O resto do meu segredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segredo de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Profundo dos meus ais&lt;br /&gt;E sem ti a saudade&lt;br /&gt;É saudade de mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-2722369947593435544?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/2722369947593435544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2722369947593435544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2722369947593435544'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wNgLCl6BShM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-5246593236330999429</id><published>2011-10-03T20:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:10:47.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMÉRICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ADEUS A UM AMIGO &lt;/strong&gt;(Mário Rainho / Fado Acácio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1tV5Cd92jEo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADEUS A UM AMIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só nós dois é que sabemos&lt;br /&gt;Quantos fados defendemos&lt;br /&gt;Pelas ruas desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;E o vendaval já passou&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tua voz ficou&lt;br /&gt;Na memória da saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste o cantor latino&lt;br /&gt;Que começou de menino&lt;br /&gt;A navegar neste rio&lt;br /&gt;Foste poema em renovo&lt;br /&gt;Cantiga na voz do povo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje és lugar vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o cântico na mão&lt;br /&gt;Romântico meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;Andaste pela vida fora&lt;br /&gt;Veio a hora da despedida&lt;br /&gt;Fechou-se o palco da vida&lt;br /&gt;O destino marca a hora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vestir&lt;br /&gt;O tempo da minha idade&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Para afastar esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de t e ver&lt;br /&gt;Para fugir deste frio&lt;br /&gt;Que voa dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Como as gaivotas no rio&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Para fugir deste frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ganhei a coragem&lt;br /&gt;Da areia a beber a espuma&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez só mais uma&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez só mais uma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1465404199143021653?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1465404199143021653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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TAVARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OLHOS GAROTOS &lt;/strong&gt; (Linhares Barbosa / Jaime Santos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hEp1RAGWIzQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLHOS GAROTOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz aos teus olhos garotos&lt;br /&gt;Vivos marotos pretos rasgados&lt;br /&gt;Que não andem pelas esquinas&lt;br /&gt;Feitos traquinas e malcriados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não sigam as meninas&lt;br /&gt;Simples ladinas dos olhos meus&lt;br /&gt;De tudo acho capazes&lt;br /&gt;Os maus rapazes dos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos amendoados&lt;br /&gt;São comparados a dois cachopos&lt;br /&gt;Que quando topam meninas &lt;br /&gt;Pelas esquinas dizem piropos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso que lhes digas&lt;br /&gt;Que as raparigas nem todas são&lt;br /&gt;Como as pedras que há nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Gastas e nuas sem coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-lhes tudo sem ralhar sem te zangar&lt;br /&gt;Tem mil cuidados&lt;br /&gt;Sim que para entristece-los prefiro vê-los&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus pecados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero os teus lindos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Correr abrolhos livre nos deus&lt;br /&gt;Que causassem tais ruínas&lt;br /&gt;Estas meninas dos olhos meus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5659386071739750111?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5659386071739750111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5659386071739750111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5659386071739750111'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hEp1RAGWIzQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8870075695314704894</id><published>2011-10-01T01:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:24:16.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FERNANDO FARINHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;É NATAL &lt;/strong&gt;(Artur Ribeiro / Fernando Farinha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3EPRaguX4g0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É NATAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É natal&lt;br /&gt;Os sinos vão tocando&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto nos seus lares&lt;br /&gt;Famílias vão rezando&lt;br /&gt;É natal&lt;br /&gt;Alegram-se  as crianças&lt;br /&gt;O pai natal voltou&lt;br /&gt;Com montes de lembranças&lt;br /&gt;É natal&lt;br /&gt;O mundo iluminou-se&lt;br /&gt;Com a luz do perdão&lt;br /&gt;Que deus á terra trouxe&lt;br /&gt;É natal&lt;br /&gt;Jesus veio-nos dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que só p’ra perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena nascer&lt;br /&gt;É natal&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu o deus menino&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que era grande&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se pequenino&lt;br /&gt;É natal&lt;br /&gt;Os homens são irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Esqueceram egoísmos &lt;br /&gt;E deram suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;É natal&lt;br /&gt;Poucas horas somente&lt;br /&gt;Que juntas são um dia&lt;br /&gt;Um dia diferente&lt;br /&gt;É natal&lt;br /&gt;Ó Deus que me escutais&lt;br /&gt;Fazei que os outros dias&lt;br /&gt;Sejam todos natais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8870075695314704894?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8870075695314704894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8870075695314704894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8870075695314704894'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3EPRaguX4g0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-4247317524400330304</id><published>2011-10-01T00:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:24:16.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CATARINA ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MENOR VERSÍCULO&lt;/strong&gt; (Alfredo Marceneiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/snqyS4Nu9KM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENOR VERSÍCULO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando em ti eu fecho os olhos e adormeço&lt;br /&gt;No regaço incontrolável de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Quando o meu corpo sentido sem ter medo&lt;br /&gt;Se entrega de quando em quando ao coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a minha alma adormecida é saudade&lt;br /&gt;Se a saudade quando acorda é razão&lt;br /&gt;Se a razão deste meu fado é verdade&lt;br /&gt;A verdade não se entrega na paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o corpo liso e leve se conforta&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio compassado do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;O murmúrio do silêncio me transporta&lt;br /&gt;Ao carinho erguendo as mãos sobre o teu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se as tuas mãos se entregam nesta hora&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo adormecido em meu ser&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo  não se entrega na demora&lt;br /&gt;Da entrega do meu corpo a adormecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4247317524400330304?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4247317524400330304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4247317524400330304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4247317524400330304'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/snqyS4Nu9KM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-2558829382017078827</id><published>2011-10-01T00:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:24:16.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RAQUEL TAVARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MADRUGADAS SERENAS &lt;/strong&gt; (Hélder Moutinho / Raúl Portela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8ASDYwXcDp4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MADRUGADAS SERENAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos que se perdem&lt;br /&gt;Na cor das ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;São dois sonhos que se encontram&lt;br /&gt;Nos sonhos do meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua boca rosa agreste&lt;br /&gt;Rosa negra dos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Que de amor por mim se veste&lt;br /&gt;Quando ficamos sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz é primavera &lt;br /&gt;Que me acorda neste Outono&lt;br /&gt;Ai meu amor quem me dera&lt;br /&gt;Nunca na vida ter sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos são apenas&lt;br /&gt;Duas estrelas nos céus&lt;br /&gt;Que em madrugas serenas&lt;br /&gt;Rezam pelos olhos teus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-2558829382017078827?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/2558829382017078827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2558829382017078827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2558829382017078827'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8ASDYwXcDp4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8249669837203647923</id><published>2011-10-01T00:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:24:16.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RICARDO RIBEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MAS PORQUÊ DE EU SER ASSIM&lt;/strong&gt; (Dr. António Cruz / Armando Machado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6Jq6qSdbxGo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAS PORQUÊ DE EU SER ASSIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas porquê de eu ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Porque trago dentro em mim&lt;br /&gt;Tanta morte e tanta vida&lt;br /&gt;Esta fogueira inconstante&lt;br /&gt;Ora chama crepitante&lt;br /&gt;Ora cinza arrefecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre esta descrença&lt;br /&gt;Este estado de indiferença&lt;br /&gt;Pela verdade ultrajada&lt;br /&gt;E de repente esta fé&lt;br /&gt;Esta ânsia de pôr de pé&lt;br /&gt;Cada ilusão derrubada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre a cobardia&lt;br /&gt;Com que enterro no dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Meus velhos sonhos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;E logo a forma incontida &lt;br /&gt;Com que esbofeteio a via&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela humilha os vencidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai quem me dera ter paz&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera se capaz&lt;br /&gt;De vos negar minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Atraiçoar um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Libertar-me do castigo&lt;br /&gt;De te sentir meu irmão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8249669837203647923?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8249669837203647923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8249669837203647923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8249669837203647923'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6Jq6qSdbxGo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8499718275967596160</id><published>2011-10-01T00:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:38:34.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIA DE LOURDES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A RIR A BRINCAR&lt;/strong&gt; ( Fernando Farinha / Miguel Ramos )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fmPQVeglmMQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A RIR A BRINCAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rir a brincar&lt;br /&gt;Trocámos um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Cruzámos um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras não houvera&lt;br /&gt;Somente o coração&lt;br /&gt;Falou por nós os dois&lt;br /&gt;E disse coisas lindas&lt;br /&gt;Que os lábios não disseram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum de nós teve culpa&lt;br /&gt;De me quereres e eu te querer&lt;br /&gt;Eu olhei tu olhaste&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei tu gostaste&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que importa que o mundo fale&lt;br /&gt;Maldizendo o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Se ele fala sem razão&lt;br /&gt;É sinal que esta paixão &lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem algum valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Não chega a ser falar&lt;br /&gt;Não chega a ser sentir&lt;br /&gt;Só fala quem não sente&lt;br /&gt;Ou não sabe sentir &lt;br /&gt;O que é um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nasce dentro em nós&lt;br /&gt;E morre com a gente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8499718275967596160?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8499718275967596160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8499718275967596160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8499718275967596160'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fmPQVeglmMQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-201764252409538101</id><published>2011-10-01T00:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:30:51.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LILIANA SANTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O NOME QUE TU ME DAVAS &lt;/strong&gt;Armando Machado / João Monge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/epgz3Hwr3Zk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O NOME QUE TU ME DAVAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nome que tu me davas &lt;br /&gt;Quando á noite me chamavas&lt;br /&gt;Tinha o dom de uma oração&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha som nem palavras&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando tu me chamavas&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te disse que não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o vi escrito na lua&lt;br /&gt;Nas pedras da minha rua&lt;br /&gt;E nas candeias do céu&lt;br /&gt;O nome que tu me davas&lt;br /&gt;Quando em silencio cantavas&lt;br /&gt;Era mais teu do que meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era dom nem bondade&lt;br /&gt;Amor fado ou saudade&lt;br /&gt;Nem a lágrima perdida&lt;br /&gt;O nome que tu me davas &lt;br /&gt;Quando á noite me chamavas&lt;br /&gt;Era toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome que tu me davas&lt;br /&gt;Quando á noite me chamavas&lt;br /&gt;Era toda a minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-201764252409538101?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/201764252409538101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/201764252409538101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/201764252409538101'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/epgz3Hwr3Zk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-2625937178829950429</id><published>2011-01-11T00:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:48:07.921Z</updated><title type='text'>ANTÓNIO ROCHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PROCURA VÃ &lt;/strong&gt;( António Rocha / Fado Maria Rita )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rsZBFtZdbs?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/8rsZBFtZdbs?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROCURA VÃ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei á tua procura &lt;br /&gt;Na rua do esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Procurei mas não te vi&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite fria e escura&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi apenas o vento &lt;br /&gt;Que veio falar-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se o vento mentiu&lt;br /&gt;Ou me disse com verdade&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que nem adivinhas&lt;br /&gt;Pois contou-me que te viu&lt;br /&gt;Na travessa da saudade&lt;br /&gt;E tinhas saudades minhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui lá mas não vi ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a voz do vento&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-me triste e surpreso&lt;br /&gt;Porque te viu com alguém&lt;br /&gt;Nesse preciso momento&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao beco do desprezo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de procurar-te&lt;br /&gt;Ruas e ruas em vão&lt;br /&gt;E tu sem nunca apareceres&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi então esperar-te&lt;br /&gt;No largo da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir quando quiseres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-2625937178829950429?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/2625937178829950429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2625937178829950429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2625937178829950429'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1676002649002843368</id><published>2011-01-11T00:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:48:19.851Z</updated><title type='text'>MARINA MOTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MEU NOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuwqLI7Ko-Y?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/iuwqLI7Ko-Y?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEU NOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a guitarra e  viola &lt;br /&gt;E os seus dedilhadores&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me apresentar&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite meus senhores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou do bairro de Alcântara&lt;br /&gt;De grande tradição bem de moda&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de cantar o fado &lt;br /&gt;Meu nome é Marina Mota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando na escola a estudar&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a dedicação&lt;br /&gt;Mas o fado e a guitarra&lt;br /&gt;Estão no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia ao serão&lt;br /&gt;Pus-me a cantarolar&lt;br /&gt;Imitando a viola&lt;br /&gt;E a guitarra a trinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoem a ousadia&lt;br /&gt;De eu me apresentar&lt;br /&gt;Sou pequena mas com fé&lt;br /&gt;O fado hei-de cantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1676002649002843368?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1676002649002843368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1676002649002843368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1676002649002843368'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-576843256795389534</id><published>2011-01-10T23:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:48:14.419Z</updated><title type='text'>TERESA TAROUCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;COMPANHEIRO&lt;/strong&gt; ( Pedro Homem de Melo / Lima Brummom )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/78q6vgkhQxk?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/78q6vgkhQxk?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPANHEIRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negaram-lhe a luz&lt;br /&gt;Negaram-lhe a água&lt;br /&gt;Negaram-lhe o vinho&lt;br /&gt;As rosas por pão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu único amigo&lt;br /&gt;Meu único irmão&lt;br /&gt;Não teve jazigo&lt;br /&gt;Não teve caixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se encontrou cama&lt;br /&gt;Onde ainda se deite&lt;br /&gt;É porque a beleza&lt;br /&gt;É feita de mágoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu único amigo&lt;br /&gt;Meu único irmão&lt;br /&gt;Não teve jazigo&lt;br /&gt;Não teve caixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrulhou-o a lua&lt;br /&gt;Em seu cobertor&lt;br /&gt;Meu único amigo&lt;br /&gt;Meu único amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não teve jazigo&lt;br /&gt;Não teve caixão&lt;br /&gt;Teve uma guitarra&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-576843256795389534?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/576843256795389534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/576843256795389534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/576843256795389534'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-5373863449083429749</id><published>2011-01-10T23:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:57.234Z</updated><title type='text'>JOSÉ MANUEL BARRETO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DÁDIVA &lt;/strong&gt;( Teresa Tarouca / Armando Machado )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LTUxmqQWDE?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/3LTUxmqQWDE?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DÁDIVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se morrer a descansar&lt;br /&gt;Eu peço a Deus a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixe adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas se vir o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu peço a Deus p’ra esperar&lt;br /&gt;E não me deixar morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põe a tua mão na minha&lt;br /&gt;Olha p’ra mim e caminha&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a tua luz&lt;br /&gt;Quero seguir os teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te o meu corpo em abraços&lt;br /&gt;E levar a tua cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põe no teu olhar a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Faz de mim nova criança&lt;br /&gt;Acende luar no céu&lt;br /&gt;Põe a tua mão na minha&lt;br /&gt;Sorri para mim e caminha&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu caminho é o meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5373863449083429749?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5373863449083429749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5373863449083429749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5373863449083429749'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8576677067669556996</id><published>2011-01-10T23:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:57.237Z</updated><title type='text'>RICARDO RIBEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A MINHA ORAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt; ( João Black / Mário Rainho )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSaSasXJS7s?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/uSaSasXJS7s?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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MINHA ORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fui menino de coro&lt;br /&gt;Nunca aprendi a rezar&lt;br /&gt;Mas aprendi este choro&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida me soube dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta mágoa na garganta&lt;br /&gt;Com que canto os meus revezes&lt;br /&gt;Diz o povo que quem canta&lt;br /&gt;Reza sempre duas vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada verso uma oração&lt;br /&gt;Um padre-nosso rezado&lt;br /&gt;E na minha confissão&lt;br /&gt;Vão as rimas do meu fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca aprendi a rezar&lt;br /&gt;A erguer as mãos aos céus&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sinto que ao cantar&lt;br /&gt;Estou a conversar com Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8576677067669556996?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8576677067669556996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8576677067669556996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8576677067669556996'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1267978638998669217</id><published>2011-01-10T23:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:57.238Z</updated><title type='text'>JENYFER RAINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MEU AMOR NÃO VALE A PENA&lt;/strong&gt; ( Almeida Santos / Fado Acácio )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHDu9FHMYEE?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/AHDu9FHMYEE?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEU AMOR NÃO VALE A PENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor não vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Teres dó do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E fingires falsa ternura&lt;br /&gt;Quando a sorte nos condena&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Atraiçoa-lo é loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;É cada olhar cada rosto&lt;br /&gt;Que mora onde a gente mora&lt;br /&gt;Viver a vida de frente&lt;br /&gt;Achar prazer no desgosto&lt;br /&gt;Chorar ao pé de quem chora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È cada pobre que pede&lt;br /&gt;É Guitarra abandonada &lt;br /&gt;Á espera de melodias&lt;br /&gt;É cada boca, cada boca com sede&lt;br /&gt;É tudo dentro do nada&lt;br /&gt;Que preenche os nossos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te ter e sempre ter-te&lt;br /&gt;Julgar que ainda te tenho&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;É ganhar-te no perder-te&lt;br /&gt;Ter perdido o que mantenho&lt;br /&gt;Ter-te sem esperar por ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1267978638998669217?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1267978638998669217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1267978638998669217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1267978638998669217'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-3607760091548640619</id><published>2011-01-10T23:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:57.241Z</updated><title type='text'>MARINA MOTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O FADO NÃO É CASTIGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaesRy4vjmg?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/OaesRy4vjmg?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O FADO NÃO É CASTIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fado um dia nasceu&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser eterno Deus quis&lt;br /&gt;Quem diz que o fado morreu&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe aquilo que diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guitarra minha amiga&lt;br /&gt;Teu mavioso trinar&lt;br /&gt;Põe-me tão entristecida&lt;br /&gt;Penso que estás a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fado não é castigo&lt;br /&gt;O fado é alma a vibrar&lt;br /&gt;Ele anda sempre comigo&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu nasci pra cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se foi Deus que assim o quis&lt;br /&gt;Até quando Deus quiser&lt;br /&gt;Canto o fado eu sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;A vida dá-me prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a maior devoção&lt;br /&gt;Toda a vida o hei-de amar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o fado é oração&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou rezando a cantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-3607760091548640619?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/3607760091548640619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/3607760091548640619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/3607760091548640619'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1608221651481718395</id><published>2011-01-10T23:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:43.798Z</updated><title type='text'>JOSÉ GEADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CANTAR A MEU JEITO&lt;/strong&gt; (excerto)&lt;strong&gt;&amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEU ALENTEJO TÃO QUERIDO&lt;/strong&gt; ( Manuel Rodrigues / Estrela Meirinho )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqtig3GqI1M?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/Sqtig3GqI1M?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANTAR A MEU JEITO &amp; MEU ALENTEJO TÃO QUERIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou cantar o fado&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto me abraça&lt;br /&gt;O fado é mistério, é triste e vadio&lt;br /&gt;Mas também tem graça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser fadista cantar a meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Quando piso o palco&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o coração a bater no peito&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;MEU ALENTEJO TAO QUERIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Alentejo tão querido&lt;br /&gt;Eu aqui tenho crescido&lt;br /&gt;Não sabes como eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Levo-te pra todo o lado&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de cantar o fado&lt;br /&gt;Com sotaque alentejano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro poder brincar &lt;br /&gt;De correr e de saltar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sempre de campo aberto&lt;br /&gt;Em perfeita harmonia&lt;br /&gt;A viver esta alegria&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o meu irmão por perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui o sol é o meu lume&lt;br /&gt;As flores têm mais perfume&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas mais brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;Passarinhos a cantar&lt;br /&gt;O regato a murmurar&lt;br /&gt;Os campos mais verdejantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Com toda esta beleza&lt;br /&gt;De ficar inebriado&lt;br /&gt;É tudo isto que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Com sotaque alentejano &lt;br /&gt;Gosto de cantar o fado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1608221651481718395?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1608221651481718395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1608221651481718395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1608221651481718395'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-7556511492565879303</id><published>2011-01-10T22:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:43.801Z</updated><title type='text'>ANTÓNIO ROCHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A MINHA ESTRELA&lt;/strong&gt; ( Conde Sobral / )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipGGnMzEe60?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/ipGGnMzEe60?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MINHA ESTRELA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No azul silento do céu&lt;br /&gt;Brilha uma estrela sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Concerteza que é a minha&lt;br /&gt;Tão sozinha como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já farto de mendigar&lt;br /&gt;A esmola de um olhar teu&lt;br /&gt;Fui meus olhos repousar&lt;br /&gt;No azul silento do céu	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No firmamento sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Que a mão de Deus acarinha&lt;br /&gt;Talvez com pena de mim&lt;br /&gt;Brilha uma estrela sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua luz lembra bem&lt;br /&gt;A que dos teus olhos vinha&lt;br /&gt;Mas a constância que tem&lt;br /&gt;Concerteza que é a minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo as noites a revê-la&lt;br /&gt;Na graça que Deus me deu&lt;br /&gt;Ando preso a essa estrela&lt;br /&gt;Tão sozinha como eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-7556511492565879303?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/7556511492565879303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/7556511492565879303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/7556511492565879303'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8144646005642148453</id><published>2011-01-10T22:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:43.807Z</updated><title type='text'>LINDA LEONARDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MISTÉRIO DE FADO&lt;/strong&gt; (Carlos Baleia / Marino de Freitas )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUNr2ri5eh8?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/nUNr2ri5eh8?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISTÉRIO DE FADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um mistério qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém sabe entender&lt;br /&gt;Á tua volta Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Um segredo de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca diz o que quer&lt;br /&gt;Silencio que se perdoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez saudades de amante&lt;br /&gt;Que assim te põem distante&lt;br /&gt;E calam a tua dor&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Num silêncio provocante&lt;br /&gt;Recorde as noites de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do sol se deitar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a lua já brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Com a guitarra a teu lado&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz ó cidade&lt;br /&gt;Num mistério de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Confessar-se- á num fado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8144646005642148453?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8144646005642148453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8144646005642148453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8144646005642148453'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1832642023997488765</id><published>2011-01-10T22:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:43.810Z</updated><title type='text'>CÉSAR MORGADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IMIGRANTE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfZN0EjPmnA?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/UfZN0EjPmnA?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMIGRANTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe da sua terra o imigrante&lt;br /&gt;Desde o que nada tem ao que venceu&lt;br /&gt;Recorda com saudade a todo o instante&lt;br /&gt;A casinha singela onde nasceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revê a sua aldeia tão branquinha&lt;br /&gt;Sem ódios sem invejas nem vaidades&lt;br /&gt;Recorda a voz dos sinos da ermidinha&lt;br /&gt;Na terna sinfonia das trindades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando o que deixou o seu peito encerra&lt;br /&gt;Um misto de amargura e de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo as coisas más da sua terra &lt;br /&gt;Hoje são para ele uma saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltar que deus lhe de o gosto&lt;br /&gt;Beijar sua mãezinha com ternura&lt;br /&gt;Quer tê-la nos seus braços ver-lhe o rosto&lt;br /&gt;E não deitar flores na sepultura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-167419802057949029</id><published>2011-01-10T22:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:24.199Z</updated><title type='text'>CELESTE RODRIGUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;VELHAS SOMBRAS &lt;/strong&gt;( António Sousa Freitas / M. Nóbrega e Sousa )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zm8VDXsWZHw?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/zm8VDXsWZHw?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VELHAS SOMBRAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por toda a vida as sombras passam&lt;br /&gt;Num rumo igual a outro rumo&lt;br /&gt;As sombras vão e não se abraçam&lt;br /&gt;E as vidas são nuvens e fumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu passo também&lt;br /&gt;Meus dias meus anos&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho antigo que tem &lt;br /&gt;Tristezas enganos&lt;br /&gt;E so dou por mim agora &lt;br /&gt;Meu amor a cantar aquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Estranho dia estranha hora&lt;br /&gt;Das velhas sombras tão sombrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é como o amor responde&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu apelo ao seu cantar&lt;br /&gt;E trás as sombras em que esconde&lt;br /&gt;A tua sombra o teu olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-167419802057949029?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/167419802057949029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/167419802057949029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/167419802057949029'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-6790296007766790716</id><published>2011-01-10T22:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:24.203Z</updated><title type='text'>AMÁLIA RODRIGUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AMOR SEM CASA&lt;/strong&gt; ( D.R. / Alain Oulman )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvwtEyuozxo?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/NvwtEyuozxo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR SEM CASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor sem rosto o amor sem casa&lt;br /&gt;Pássaro pequeno de asa tão leve&lt;br /&gt;De asa tão leve pra onde me levas&lt;br /&gt;O amor sem casa o amor sem tréguas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor sem tréguas o amor sem guerras&lt;br /&gt;Asa sem destino pra onde me levas&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde me levas deixai-me ficar&lt;br /&gt;Não quero amanha hora de chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hora de chegar a lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;Não sou de ninguém deixai-me ficar&lt;br /&gt;Deixai-me ficar não sei porque vim&lt;br /&gt;Deixai-me partir não sei porque vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque vou que vento me leva&lt;br /&gt;O amor sem rosto o amor sem tréguas&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde vou que sopro me arrasta&lt;br /&gt;O amor sem rosto o amor sem casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-6790296007766790716?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/6790296007766790716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/6790296007766790716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/6790296007766790716'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1309722527137261684</id><published>2011-01-10T22:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:24.207Z</updated><title type='text'>ISABEL DE OLIVEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CRUZ DE GUERRA&lt;/strong&gt; ( Armando Neves / Miguel Ramos )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jAfzw9wdHnk?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/jAfzw9wdHnk?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRUZ DE GUERRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vieram dizer á pobre mãe&lt;br /&gt;Que o filho tinha morrido lá na guerra&lt;br /&gt;Ela ajoelhou a tremer sentindo bem&lt;br /&gt;O desgosto mais dorido que há na terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouxeram-lhe a cruz de guerra de seu filho&lt;br /&gt;Como valente soldado a merecera&lt;br /&gt;E sobre ela a mãe poisou o olhar sem brilho&lt;br /&gt;Recordado o filho amado que perdera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cruz de guerra pegou como quem recebe&lt;br /&gt;Um reconforto divino que sonhava &lt;br /&gt;Com ternura a colocou serenamente&lt;br /&gt;No berço em que pequenino o embalava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre mãe santa do céu em pleno inferno&lt;br /&gt;Pôs-se a embalar o berço e a dizer&lt;br /&gt;Dorme dorme filho meu o sono eterno&lt;br /&gt;Como eterna é a minha dor de te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A a pobre mãe rematou neste contraste:&lt;br /&gt;Dorme, dorme o sono eterno filho meu&lt;br /&gt;Por causa da cruz de guerra que ganhaste&lt;br /&gt;Quantas mães estão chorando como eu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1309722527137261684?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1309722527137261684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1309722527137261684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1309722527137261684'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8735002334563205884</id><published>2011-01-10T22:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:47:24.215Z</updated><title type='text'>ANTÓNIO MENANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MENINA E MOÇA&lt;/strong&gt; (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FgpSGSXDj6c?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/FgpSGSXDj6c?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENINA E MOÇA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter sofrido&lt;br /&gt;E ter-se de amor chorado&lt;br /&gt;Pra se entender o sentido&lt;br /&gt;Que há na tristeza do fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Sob um céu doce e calado&lt;br /&gt;Nada se pode igualar&lt;br /&gt;Á mágoa de um triste fado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8735002334563205884?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8735002334563205884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8735002334563205884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8735002334563205884'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1089924970329124267</id><published>2010-11-16T22:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:05:58.980Z</updated><title type='text'>CELESTE RODRIGUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JÁ ERA TARDE&lt;/strong&gt; (  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OUG_7F036g?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/1OUG_7F036g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JÁ ERA TARDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já era tarde quando o fado conheci&lt;br /&gt;E sem alarde quis falar-lhe da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade pra me lembrar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Do grande amor que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde, muito tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedi ao fado que me desse outro caminho&lt;br /&gt;Ficasse ele com a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que eu queria ficar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Ele respondeu que o pedido era escusado&lt;br /&gt;Porque o fado e a saudade andavam de braço dado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1089924970329124267?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1089924970329124267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/celeste-rodrigues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1089924970329124267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1089924970329124267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/celeste-rodrigues.html' title='CELESTE RODRIGUES'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-6004237287407353672</id><published>2010-11-16T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:58:40.211Z</updated><title type='text'>CÉSAR MORGADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE&lt;/strong&gt; ( F. Brito / C. Morgado )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5d5MgdKgl-M?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/5d5MgdKgl-M?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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor do que ninguém me pode dar&lt;br /&gt;O afecto o amor que necessito&lt;br /&gt;Tão linda esta palavra amar&lt;br /&gt;Como o nome de mãe é tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O afecto é o símbolo da amizade&lt;br /&gt;Feliz aquele ser que o encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu oh minha mãe dás-me saudade&lt;br /&gt;Saudades que só me fazem chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua ausência mãezinha me tortura&lt;br /&gt;Já não há quem me possa acarinhar&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra junto de mim que a vida é dura&lt;br /&gt;Pois tu só tu me sabes confortar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tal razão desejo ardentemente&lt;br /&gt;Beijar o teu rosto imaculado&lt;br /&gt;Mãezinha vem não queiras estar ausente&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar o teu sacrificado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julgando estar por ti abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Será cruel destino ou sorte minha&lt;br /&gt;Vem confortar teu filho já cansado&lt;br /&gt;Que só te quer a ti querida mãezinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-6004237287407353672?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/6004237287407353672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-5631108997636564638</id><published>2010-11-16T22:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:48:04.233Z</updated><title type='text'>CUCA ROSETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TORTURA&lt;/strong&gt; ( Mário Pacheco / Florbela Espanca )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFVakEjTfIw?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/dFVakEjTfIw?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TORTURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirar dentro do peito a emoção&lt;br /&gt;A lúcida verdade o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;E ser depois de vir do coração&lt;br /&gt;Um punhado de cinzas esparso ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar um verso de alto pensamento&lt;br /&gt;E puro como um ritmo de oração&lt;br /&gt;E ser depois de vir do coração&lt;br /&gt;O pó o nada o sonho dum momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São assim ocos rudes os meus versos&lt;br /&gt;Rimas perdidas vendavais dispersos&lt;br /&gt;Com que eu iludo outros com que minto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera encontrar o verso puro&lt;br /&gt;O verso altivo e forte estranho e duro&lt;br /&gt;Que dissesse a chorar isto que sinto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5631108997636564638?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-2607425496962147431</id><published>2010-11-16T22:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:41:53.967Z</updated><title type='text'>CLARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FADO PARA ESTA NOITE&lt;/strong&gt; ( César Oliveira / Ferrer Trindade )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sPTiHo_LMos?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/sPTiHo_LMos?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FADO PARA ESTA NOITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda deitar-te fiz a cama de lavado&lt;br /&gt;Cheira a alfazema o meu lençol alinhado&lt;br /&gt;Pus almofadas com fitas de cor&lt;br /&gt;Colcha de chita com barras de flores&lt;br /&gt;E á cabeceira tenho um santo alumiado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta esta noite p’ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Canto-te um fado no silêncio se quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Mando um recado ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Que se costuma deitar ao nosso lado&lt;br /&gt;Pra não vir hoje se tu vieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estendo o meu xaile pra nos servir de coberta&lt;br /&gt;E um solitário ao pé da janela aberta&lt;br /&gt;Pus duas rosas que estão a atirar&lt;br /&gt;Beijos vermelhos sem boca p’rós dar&lt;br /&gt;Sem o teu corpo minha noite está deserta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta esta noite p’ra mim&lt;br /&gt;Pois só é noite p’ra mim&lt;br /&gt; Ser abraçada pelos teus braços atrevidos&lt;br /&gt;Quero o teu corpo sadio neste meu leito vazio&lt;br /&gt;De madrugada beijo os teus lábios Adormecidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-2607425496962147431?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/2607425496962147431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/clara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2607425496962147431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2607425496962147431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/clara.html' title='CLARA'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8384819562176000028</id><published>2010-11-16T21:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:34:25.888Z</updated><title type='text'>FRANCISCO STOFFEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CANTO PARA NÃO CHORAR&lt;/strong&gt; ( Manuel de Andrade / Fado Puxavante )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ik7L980nut8?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" 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name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKBOKYE40GY?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AO VELHO CANTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velho cantor do passado&lt;br /&gt;Senhor que o fado abençoa&lt;br /&gt;Imagem do velho fado&lt;br /&gt;O velho fado em pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos negros, cansados &lt;br /&gt;Cheios de dor e verdade&lt;br /&gt;Trazem imagens de fados&lt;br /&gt;De fados feitos saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz cansada e triste&lt;br /&gt;Sempre cheia de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer que o fado existe&lt;br /&gt;Na morada da loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é tão louca a tua vida &lt;br /&gt;Senhor que o fado abançoa&lt;br /&gt;Mas é loucura sentida&lt;br /&gt;O velho fado em pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5195388866922673784?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5195388866922673784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/helder-moutinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5195388866922673784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5195388866922673784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/helder-moutinho.html' title='HÉLDER 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À espreita está um grande amor mas guarda segredo&lt;br /&gt;Vazio tens o teu coração na ponta do medo&lt;br /&gt;Vê como os búzios caíram virados p’ra norte&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu vou mexer o destino, vou mudar-te a sorte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4919404300594106196?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4919404300594106196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/isilda-miranda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4919404300594106196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4919404300594106196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/isilda-miranda.html' title='ISILDA MIRANDA'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-3736204839619330158</id><published>2010-11-16T21:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:05:04.294Z</updated><title type='text'>TERESA TAROUCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NÃO SOU FADISTA DE RAÇA&lt;/strong&gt; ( T. Cavazini / Alfredo Marceneiro )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkSju15ARAM?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/qkSju15ARAM?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAO SOU FADISTA DE RAÇA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou fadista de raça&lt;br /&gt;Não nasci no Capelão&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto o fado que passa&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas da tradição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca usei negra chinela &lt;br /&gt;Nem vesti saia de lista&lt;br /&gt;Nunca entrei numa viela &lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho raça fadista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirei suspiros ao vento  &lt;br /&gt;Olhei um pouco o passado&lt;br /&gt;Busquei do mar o lamento&lt;br /&gt;E fiz assim o meu fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É este fado famoso&lt;br /&gt;Que em noites enluaradas&lt;br /&gt;O Conde de Vimioso&lt;br /&gt;Tangia nas guitarradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era fidalgo de raça&lt;br /&gt;E ficou na tradição&lt;br /&gt;Cantando o fado que passa&lt;br /&gt;Na Rua do Capelão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-3736204839619330158?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/3736204839619330158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/teresa-tarouca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/3736204839619330158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/3736204839619330158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/teresa-tarouca.html' title='TERESA TAROUCA'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-344904406289553936</id><published>2010-11-16T20:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:00:16.666Z</updated><title type='text'>CRISTINA NAVARRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AS TUAS MÃOS GUITARRISTA&lt;/strong&gt; ( Maria Manuel Cid / Joaquim Campos da SIlva )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dH0qAiY09wI?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/dH0qAiY09wI?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS TUAS MÃOS GUITARRISTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tuas mãos guitarrista&lt;br /&gt;Que as cordas fazem vibrar&lt;br /&gt;Que me fizeram fadista&lt;br /&gt;E não deixam que desista&lt;br /&gt;Ao desejo de cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guitarra quere-te tanto&lt;br /&gt;Tem por ti tal afeição&lt;br /&gt;Que te deu consentimento&lt;br /&gt;Pra desvendares o tormento&lt;br /&gt;Que arde no coraçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em teu peito tem guarida&lt;br /&gt;Em tuas maos seu penar&lt;br /&gt;Se tu não lhe desses vida&lt;br /&gt;Ficava pra li esquecida&lt;br /&gt;E não voltava a trinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a tens abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Não seria mais fadista&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que fosse cantado&lt;br /&gt;Morria com ela o fado&lt;br /&gt;Sem tuas maos guitarrista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-344904406289553936?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/344904406289553936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/cristina-navarro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/344904406289553936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/344904406289553936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/cristina-navarro.html' title='CRISTINA NAVARRO'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8898808271635176736</id><published>2010-11-16T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:39:08.324Z</updated><title type='text'>FERNANDO MAURICIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DIZ-ME MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; ( DR / Fernando Mauricio )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNmSI5OxiQU?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/rNmSI5OxiQU?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIZ-ME MÃE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu não tens culpa mãe de eu ser só isto&lt;br /&gt;Havia dois caminhos, o do diabo e o de Cristo&lt;br /&gt;O terceiro inventei nele me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Então criei sozinho um outro mundo, tão belo&lt;br /&gt;Tão perfeito como as curvas suaves do teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Que não vi.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, quero ser pequenino&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus primeiros passos&lt;br /&gt;Sejam iguais aos de menino&lt;br /&gt;Saído dos teus braços sem ambição.&lt;br /&gt;Tu não tens culpa mãe de eu ser só isto&lt;br /&gt;Perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me, diz-me, minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza desta hora&lt;br /&gt;Quantas dores eu te custei&lt;br /&gt;E te dei, pela vida fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me, se quando dormia&lt;br /&gt;Nesse teu colo divino&lt;br /&gt;A tua alma, não pedia&lt;br /&gt;A Deus pelo teu ninho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me tu, que me geras-te&lt;br /&gt;Meu vaso, minha raiz&lt;br /&gt;Quantas lágrimas choras-te&lt;br /&gt;Pelas loucuras que fiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as dores, do passado&lt;br /&gt;E do presente também&lt;br /&gt;Descansas, neste meu fado&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite, minha mãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8898808271635176736?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8898808271635176736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/fernando-mauricio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8898808271635176736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8898808271635176736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/fernando-mauricio.html' title='FERNANDO MAURICIO'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-3086689100542698408</id><published>2010-11-16T20:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:14:42.766Z</updated><title type='text'>CÉSAR MORGADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AMOR DE MÃE&lt;/strong&gt;  ( Miguel Ramos / César Morgado )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2flUPeiX7Q?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/Z2flUPeiX7Q?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR DE MÃE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És sempre para mim a mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de enrugado esse teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Serás até morrer mãe infinita&lt;br /&gt;Aquela sempre aquela que eu mais gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de velhinha podes crer&lt;br /&gt;Gostar sempre de ti nada o evita&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te trocarei por outra qualquer&lt;br /&gt;És sempre para mim a mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frases puras do amor que tanto zelo&lt;br /&gt;Como o dever dum filho honrar tal posto&lt;br /&gt;Assim és para mim o ser mais belo&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de enrugado esse teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tantos sacrifícios teres passado&lt;br /&gt;Só quem não sabe amar não acredita&lt;br /&gt;Que a deusa dum amor puro e sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Serás até morrer mãe infinita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas és para mim a mais querida&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de outro amor que eu não desgosto&lt;br /&gt;Assim és sempre tu pra toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;Aquela sempre aquela que eu mais gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-3086689100542698408?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/3086689100542698408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/cesar-morgado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/3086689100542698408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/3086689100542698408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/cesar-morgado.html' title='CÉSAR MORGADO'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-4023644615828210735</id><published>2010-11-16T19:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:04:10.616Z</updated><title type='text'>LIDIA RIBEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AGORA É TARDE&lt;/strong&gt;    (  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGk2w15kRjI?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/qGk2w15kRjI?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGORA É TARDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto que te amei já não me interesso&lt;br /&gt;Foi rasto que ficou sob a poeira&lt;br /&gt;De tudo o que te dei nada te peço&lt;br /&gt;Foi cinza que voou dessa fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem sequer a dor de uma saudade&lt;br /&gt;Guarda o calor de tal amor sem amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde pois acredita&lt;br /&gt;Amor que morre não ressuscita&lt;br /&gt;Nada te presta minha dor em que me abismo&lt;br /&gt;E o que em ti resta desse amor é egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não finjas compaixão é escusado&lt;br /&gt;Tentar descer ao fundo deste abismo&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas ilusão porque o passado&lt;br /&gt;Está morto no teu mundo de cinismo&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem sequer a flor de uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Acorda a cor nem o fulgor de  nova esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde pois acredita&lt;br /&gt;Amor que morre não ressuscita&lt;br /&gt;Nada te presta minha dor em que me abismo&lt;br /&gt;E o que em ti resta desse amor é egoísmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4023644615828210735?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4023644615828210735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/lidia-ribeiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4023644615828210735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4023644615828210735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/lidia-ribeiro.html' title='LIDIA RIBEIRO'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1404744565614852038</id><published>2010-11-16T19:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:16:19.068Z</updated><title type='text'>CELESTE RODRIGUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AS CARTAS&lt;/strong&gt; 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O nosso muito obrigada pelo seu trabalho e por o disponibilizar aqui na net, para que nós e outros o possamos usar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-2876634873264579366?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/2876634873264579366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/antonio-parreira.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2876634873264579366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/2876634873264579366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/11/antonio-parreira.html' title='ANTÓNIO PARREIRA'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-4008591600804384607</id><published>2010-11-11T23:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:34:07.357Z</updated><title type='text'>LINDA LEONARDO</title><content type='html'>ESQUINA DO CÉU( Alfredo Marceneiro / Tiago Torres da Silva )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9hb-aMSrDw?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/t9hb-aMSrDw?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESQUINA DO CÉU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se andei na lota&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se senti frio&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que fui gaivota&lt;br /&gt;Voando sobre o rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaivota que insinua&lt;br /&gt;O céu que existe em mim &lt;br /&gt;A sombra de uma rua &lt;br /&gt;Que nunca mais tem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração voa&lt;br /&gt;Sem conhecer a rota&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe traçou Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Num voo de gaivota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus queira que eu não me esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Que o céu tem uma esquina&lt;br /&gt;Onde quem vai depressa&lt;br /&gt;Não vê a própria sina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que a sua alma voa&lt;br /&gt;Não deve procurar&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo ressuscita&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo também mata&lt;br /&gt;Quem finge que acredita&lt;br /&gt;Que o Tejo é todo em prata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma bala percorre &lt;br /&gt;Um triste entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas Lisboa não morre&lt;br /&gt;Sem antes me dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por teres sido gaivota&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia eu faça&lt;br /&gt;Um céu que abrace a rota&lt;br /&gt;Da dor que me trespassa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4008591600804384607?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4008591600804384607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-5887500840133071698</id><published>2010-11-11T23:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:34:07.362Z</updated><title type='text'>MARIA DO ROSÁRIO BETTENCOURT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;VERDES CAMPOS, VERDE VIDA&lt;/strong&gt; ( Maria Manuel Cid / Fernando P. Coelho )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faGsYJfD23E?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/faGsYJfD23E?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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDES CAMPOS, VERDE VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdes campos verde vida&lt;br /&gt;Toda a campina florida&lt;br /&gt;De repente escureceu&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se noite em toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;E porque o sonho não parte&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei só apenas eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma certeza me deste&lt;br /&gt;E nela o sabor agreste&lt;br /&gt;Da sina que foi traçada&lt;br /&gt;A parra do azevinho&lt;br /&gt;Já nasce trazendo espinho&lt;br /&gt;E morre quando pisada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E morre porque não sabe&lt;br /&gt;Que alguma parte lhe cabe&lt;br /&gt;De tanta coisa perdida&lt;br /&gt;Algo mais amargo e doce&lt;br /&gt;E sempre se mais não fosse&lt;br /&gt;Verdes campos verde vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada tenho resta apenas&lt;br /&gt;Esta roupagem de penas&lt;br /&gt;Mais pobre que um pobrezinho&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando a morte chegar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que posso voltar&lt;br /&gt;Ao verde do meu caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5887500840133071698?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5887500840133071698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1124928879323588393</id><published>2010-11-11T22:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:34:07.366Z</updated><title type='text'>DULCE GUIMARÃES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ANSIEDADE&lt;/strong&gt; (  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/448Krg0X-zk?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/448Krg0X-zk?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSIEDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;De ter-te nos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Murmurando palavras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;De ter os teus encantos&lt;br /&gt;E a tua boca voltar a beijar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe estão chorando os meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;E as lágrimas são pérolas que caiem ao mar&lt;br /&gt;O eco adormecido esse meu lamento&lt;br /&gt;Fez-te estar presente no meu sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe está chorando ao recordar-me&lt;br /&gt;E abraças o meu retrato com frenesim&lt;br /&gt;E chega ao teu ouvido a melodia selvagem&lt;br /&gt;Que é toda essa tristeza de estar sem ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1124928879323588393?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-4523756920599370245</id><published>2010-11-11T22:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:34:07.369Z</updated><title type='text'>LINDA RODRIGUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MADRUGADA DE ALFAMA&lt;/strong&gt; ( David Mourão Ferreira / Alain Oulman )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iT98w8dHWb8?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/iT98w8dHWb8?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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MADRUGADA DE ALFAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mora num beco de Alfama&lt;br /&gt;E chamam-lhe a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;E chamam-lhe a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela de tão estouvada&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabe como se chama&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabe como se chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mora numa água furtada&lt;br /&gt;Que é a mais alta de Alfama&lt;br /&gt;A que o sol primeiro inflama&lt;br /&gt;Quando acorda a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Quando acorda a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Mora numa água furtada &lt;br /&gt;Que é a mais alta de Alfama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo na Madragoa&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém compete com ela&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém compete com ela&lt;br /&gt;Que do alto da janela&lt;br /&gt;Tão cedo beija Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Tão cedo beija Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a sua colcha amarela&lt;br /&gt;Faz inveja á Madragoa&lt;br /&gt;Madragoa não perdoa&lt;br /&gt;Que madruguem mais do que ela&lt;br /&gt;Que madruguem mais do que ela&lt;br /&gt;E a sua colcha amarela&lt;br /&gt;Faz inveja á Madragoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mora num beco de Alfama&lt;br /&gt;E chamam-lhe a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;E chamam-lhe a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;São mastros de luz doirada&lt;br /&gt;Os ferros da sua cama&lt;br /&gt;Os ferros da sua cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a sua colcha amarela &lt;br /&gt;A brilhar sobre Lisboa	&lt;br /&gt;É como estátua de proa&lt;br /&gt;Que anuncia a caravela&lt;br /&gt;Que anuncia a caravela&lt;br /&gt;E a sua colcha amarela&lt;br /&gt;A brilhar sobre Lisboa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4523756920599370245?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4523756920599370245/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-4721546270251689848</id><published>2010-06-25T20:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:01:18.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANCISCO STOFFEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ORAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt; (Fado Cravo/Jorge Empis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2D9KL2Af5Q&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/q2D9KL2Af5Q&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te mais do que á vida&lt;br /&gt;Como quem com a morte lida&lt;br /&gt;Quero a deus nosso senhor&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te com toda a alma&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém me leva a palma&lt;br /&gt;A querer-te com tanto ardor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como fadista á guitarra&lt;br /&gt;Preso está na mesma garra&lt;br /&gt;Assim preso por ti estou&lt;br /&gt;Como a tristeza á saudade&lt;br /&gt;Como a morte á eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Como a dor a quem chorou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso confio ao fado&lt;br /&gt;Que é amigo dedicado&lt;br /&gt;As penas do coração&lt;br /&gt;Pego na guitarra e canto&lt;br /&gt;E ás vezes este meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Faz lembrar uma oração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4721546270251689848?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-6046164700418196388</id><published>2010-05-29T00:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:52:03.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SUSANA LOPES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOI NA TRAVESSA DA PALHA&lt;/strong&gt; (Gabriel Oliveira/Frederico de Brito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6iQiYqyl3EU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/6iQiYqyl3EU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOI NA TRAVESSA DA PALHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi na Travessa da Palha&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu amante, um canalha&lt;br /&gt;Fez sangrar meu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo ao lado outra amante&lt;br /&gt;Vinha a gingar petulante&lt;br /&gt;Em ar de provocaçao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na taberna do friagem&lt;br /&gt;Entre muita fadistagem&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentei-os sem rancor&lt;br /&gt;Porque a mulher que trazia&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza nao valia&lt;br /&gt;Nem sombras do meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P'ra ver quem tinha mais brio&lt;br /&gt;Cantamos ao desafio&lt;br /&gt;Eu e essa outra qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-a a perder de vista&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando ser mais fadista&lt;br /&gt;Provando ser mais mulher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma cena vivida&lt;br /&gt;De muitas da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Que nao se esquecem depois,&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Após a cena acabada&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos para casa os dois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-6046164700418196388?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/6046164700418196388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/susana-lopes_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/6046164700418196388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/6046164700418196388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEImp3ar3s4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/DEImp3ar3s4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEMPO DE GAIVOTAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai longe&lt;br /&gt;Aquele tempo das gaivotas&lt;br /&gt;Como vai longe&lt;br /&gt;Aquele mar que nos unia&lt;br /&gt;Como trilhamos&lt;br /&gt;Novas ruas novas rotas&lt;br /&gt;Como ganhamos&lt;br /&gt;Esta vã melancolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai longe &lt;br /&gt;A nostalgia dessa tarde&lt;br /&gt;Como vai longe&lt;br /&gt; O por do sol daquele Outono&lt;br /&gt;Como é eterno&lt;br /&gt;Nosso fogo que não arde&lt;br /&gt;E como é de hoje&lt;br /&gt;Esse sossego este abandono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como está perto esta lonjura&lt;br /&gt;Esta distancia tua presença&lt;br /&gt;De não estares ao pé de mim&lt;br /&gt;E como é louca&lt;br /&gt;A tua ausência a nossa infância&lt;br /&gt;O nosso lago&lt;br /&gt;O nosso banco de jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vai longe &lt;br /&gt;Este querer de não te querer&lt;br /&gt;Como anda perto&lt;br /&gt;Desta boca o desalento&lt;br /&gt;Ai como dói&lt;br /&gt;Esta saudade de te ver&lt;br /&gt;E como é longo&lt;br /&gt;De passar este momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como está perto esta lonjura&lt;br /&gt;Esta distancia tua presença&lt;br /&gt;De não estares ao pé de mim&lt;br /&gt;E como é louca&lt;br /&gt;A tua ausência a nossa infância&lt;br /&gt;O nosso lago&lt;br /&gt;O nosso banco de jardim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ele fez dos meus queixumes&lt;br /&gt;A rota da solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é igual o nosso fado&lt;br /&gt;Nossa cruz nosso tormento&lt;br /&gt;Meu velho barco cansado&lt;br /&gt;Nosso fim está ligado&lt;br /&gt;Ao sol ao mar e ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu velho barco &lt;br /&gt;No Tejo em arco embandeirado&lt;br /&gt;Na tarde amena&lt;br /&gt;So tu tens pena deste meu fado&lt;br /&gt;Quanta tristeza &lt;br /&gt;vive em mim preza&lt;br /&gt;E em ti também&lt;br /&gt;Mas so a gente é quem a sente&lt;br /&gt;E mais ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-447333853522826395?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/447333853522826395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-3246476119167082973</id><published>2010-05-28T23:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:45:47.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MANUELA CAVACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BAIRRO ALTO&lt;/strong&gt; (Carlos Neves/Francisco Carvalhinho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWIoxbZxOUM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/BWIoxbZxOUM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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MARTINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;VELHA LISBOA &lt;/strong&gt;(João de Freitas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/juGONoDlBmw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/juGONoDlBmw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VELHA LISBOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó Lisboa do passado&lt;br /&gt;Que é feito da tradição&lt;br /&gt;Em que o fado era mais fado&lt;br /&gt;E falava ao coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua grande beleza&lt;br /&gt;Deves sentir-te orgulhosa&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo saudosa&lt;br /&gt;Da passada singeleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu eras bem portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;Tinhas nisso galardão&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje o lindo pregão&lt;br /&gt;Já não se ouve em qualquer lado&lt;br /&gt;Ó Lisboa do passado&lt;br /&gt;Que é feito da tradição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não te lembras das hortas&lt;br /&gt;Das esferas e tipóias&lt;br /&gt;E dessas belas rambóias &lt;br /&gt;Que haviam fora de portas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali até horas mortas&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos que já lá vão&lt;br /&gt;O fado linda canção&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio era escutado&lt;br /&gt;Porque o fado era mais fado&lt;br /&gt;E falava ao coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5959250410239816937?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5959250410239816937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-7881248836597122328</id><published>2010-05-18T00:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:14:10.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MÁRIO SARAIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TANTOS FADOS DEU-ME A VIDA&lt;/strong&gt; ( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiBq8tNDJVQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/EiBq8tNDJVQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANTOS FADOS DEU-ME A VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui a voz aquela voz dolorida&lt;br /&gt;Cantando a sós ou a solidão da vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que em mim há um laço transparente&lt;br /&gt;E há um generoso abraço entre mim e a minha gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos fados deu-me a vida&lt;br /&gt;E eu dei-me todo ao fado&lt;br /&gt;Entre um verso e uma bebida&lt;br /&gt;Em cada noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;Em mil fados fui escutado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantei os sonhos frustrados&lt;br /&gt;Dos poetas sonhadores&lt;br /&gt;Dei a voz a tristes fados&lt;br /&gt;Vou cantar de olhos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;Vi mais perto as suas dores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui o sal de tanta lágrima triste&lt;br /&gt;Um vendaval que se amaina e logo insiste&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que em mim houve sempre á flor da voz&lt;br /&gt;Um fado triste e dolente que é fado que há em nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos fados deu-me a vida&lt;br /&gt;E eu dei-me todo ao fado&lt;br /&gt;Entre 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LISBOA&lt;/strong&gt; (Diogo Clemeente/Ricardo Rocha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIbpq1UBu9s&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/vIbpq1UBu9s&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;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTA A LISBOA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual o velho Tejo e as águas p’ra depois&lt;br /&gt;Aqui me tens na espera de quem partiu de mim&lt;br /&gt;Em ti Lisboa eu vejo as horas de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;E sei não ser quem era num tempo antes do fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu barcos parados cansados deste mar&lt;br /&gt;Ocultam liberdades na frágil luz das velas&lt;br 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-3537394045660118195</id><published>2010-05-17T23:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:52:49.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SEBASTIÃO ROBALINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FADO ROBALINHO &lt;/strong&gt;(Joaquim Pimental/Sebastião Robalinho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHpCCBOby0E&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/bHpCCBOby0E&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FADO ROBALINHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não nasci na Mouraria&lt;br /&gt;Bairro Alto ou Madragoa&lt;br /&gt;Nasci p’rás bandas do norte&lt;br /&gt;E mal conheço Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou fadista de lei&lt;br /&gt;Posso afirmá-lo não minto&lt;br /&gt;Canto o fado como eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Como eu posso e como eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do fado corrido&lt;br /&gt;Do Mouraria ao Menor&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do fado batido&lt;br /&gt;Quando marcado a rigor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos o mais castiço&lt;br /&gt;Gosto deles cá pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Cá pró ti ó Robalinho&lt;br /&gt;Nascido em Gaias Sandim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga mal do fado&lt;br /&gt;Há quem fale sem saber&lt;br /&gt;O fado não é culpado&lt;br /&gt;Do destino de um qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de cantar o fado&lt;br /&gt;Ao canta-lo sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;O fado é hino sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Das canções do meu pais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do fado corrido&lt;br /&gt;Do Mouraria ao Menor&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do fado batido&lt;br /&gt;Quando marcado a rigor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos o mais castiço&lt;br /&gt;Gosto deles cá pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Cá pró ti ó Robalinho&lt;br /&gt;Nascido em Gaias Sandim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-3537394045660118195?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/3537394045660118195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/sebastiao-robalinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/3537394045660118195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/3537394045660118195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/sebastiao-robalinho.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;SEBASTIÃO ROBALINHO&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-3885673129771008691</id><published>2010-05-17T23:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:41:37.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MANUELA CAVACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BRINCOS PARA BRINCAR&lt;/strong&gt; (João Linhares Barbosa/Francisco Carvalhinho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2xncTfZwbPM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/2xncTfZwbPM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRINCOS PARA BRINCAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era pequenina&lt;br /&gt;P’ra me enfeitar as orelhas&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe punha-me ás vezes&lt;br /&gt;Quatro cerejas vermelhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda tola lembro-me ainda&lt;br /&gt;Que ia para escola vaidosa e linda&lt;br /&gt;Brincos vermelhos a dar que dar&lt;br /&gt;Pedia espelhos p’ra me mirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diziam todos que bem que fica&lt;br /&gt;Lembra nos modos menina rica&lt;br /&gt;Via-os revia-os como riqueza&lt;br /&gt;Depois comia-os á sobremesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dias as mais raparigas&lt;br /&gt;Filhas como eu da pobreza&lt;br /&gt;Puseram-me nas orelhas&lt;br /&gt;Dois brinquinhos de princesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda triques faces coradas&lt;br /&gt;Ia aos despiques nas desfolhadas&lt;br /&gt;Vinham meus brincos de algum vergel&lt;br /&gt;Não punham vincos na minha pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois mais tarde vi-te e amei&lt;br /&gt;Deste-me brincos de oiro de lei&lt;br /&gt;Bendito sejas mas na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Vejo cerejas sinto saudades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-3885673129771008691?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-4698147978551859947</id><published>2010-05-17T23:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:34:47.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JORGE GANHÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;POR UM COPO DE VINHO&lt;/strong&gt; (José Fanha/Jorge Ganhão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x26_eGxTf5E&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/x26_eGxTf5E&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POR UM COPO DE VINHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um copo de vinho te diria&lt;br /&gt;Onde o mundo começa e se dilata&lt;br /&gt;Onde a veia rebenta e se desata&lt;br /&gt;A fonte da ternura e da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Por um copo de vinho te diria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um beijo azul por uma mão&lt;br /&gt;Dançaria contigo até cair&lt;br /&gt;Na cama maravilha de faquir&lt;br /&gt;Que arranca a luz da lua ao coração&lt;br /&gt;Por um beijo azul por uma mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei no mar a cor dos laranjais&lt;br /&gt;E a rota das gaivotas sob a pele&lt;br /&gt;E tudo te diria pão e mel&lt;br /&gt;Por um copo de vinho e pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Por um copo de vinho e pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Por um copo de vinho e pouco mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4392761550929727861?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4392761550929727861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/antonio-moreira-da-silva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4392761550929727861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4392761550929727861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/antonio-moreira-da-silva.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;ANTÓNIO MOREIRA DA 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/&gt;Nas suas ruas brinquei&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo recordações&lt;br /&gt;Foi cantando que chorei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que linda vila é a minha&lt;br /&gt;Chamam-lhe hoje&lt;br /&gt;Vila branca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8444161732395901865?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8444161732395901865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/fernanda-oliveira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8444161732395901865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oiLo3kEusX8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/oiLo3kEusX8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU JÁ NÃO SEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei &lt;br /&gt;Se fiz bem ou se fiz mal&lt;br /&gt;Em pôr um ponto final&lt;br /&gt;Na minha paixão ardente&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem sofre de amor &lt;br /&gt;A cantar sofre melhor&lt;br /&gt;As mágoas que o peito sente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te vejo e em sonhos sigo os teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o desejo de me lançar nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vontade de lhe dizer frente a frente &lt;br /&gt;Quanta saudade há do teu amor ausente&lt;br /&gt;Num louco anseio, lembrando o que já chorei&lt;br /&gt;Se te amo ou se te odeio&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1559653603422200420?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1559653603422200420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/roberta-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1559653603422200420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1559653603422200420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/roberta-sa.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;ROBERTA SÁ&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-5061781436281371864</id><published>2010-05-09T21:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:47:39.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JOSÉ MANUEL BARRETO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PALHAÇO&lt;/strong&gt; (  ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MNzJ80uwzw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/3MNzJ80uwzw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PALHAÇO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi na pista dum circo certo dia&lt;br /&gt;Um famoso palhaço trabalhava&lt;br /&gt;E o publico em delírio e alegria&lt;br /&gt;Não nota que na pista alguém chorava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dada por finda a sua actuação&lt;br /&gt;Do público se despede o artista&lt;br /&gt;Mas nisto uma estrondosa ovação&lt;br /&gt;Exige que o palhaço volte á pista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe ouviu-se a voz dum garotinho&lt;br /&gt;Que o rir de muita gente interrompeu&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo vem depressa meu paizinho&lt;br /&gt;Porque a minha mãezinha já morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçado ao petiz a soluçar&lt;br /&gt;O palhaço caiu por sobre a pista&lt;br /&gt;Então ouviu-se o público a gargalhar&lt;br /&gt;Pensando ser trabalho do artista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O palhaço levantando-se se ergueu&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo para todos com voz forte&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que eu mais amo já morreu&lt;br /&gt;E vós estais a rir da sua morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O garoto que eu agora muito abraço&lt;br /&gt;É tudo quanto resta do meu lar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso tenham pena dum palhaço&lt;br /&gt;Que leva a vida rir pra não chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5061781436281371864?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-5811773784594492244</id><published>2010-05-09T20:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:59:05.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MANUELA CAVACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MALMEQUERES&lt;/strong&gt; (Dr. Manuel Paulino Gomes Junior)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4UCVK0DKzk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/j4UCVK0DKzk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALMEQUERES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malmequeres bem me queres&lt;br /&gt;São flores de louco encanto&lt;br /&gt;Malmequeres bem me queres&lt;br /&gt;Desfolham risos ou pranto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os jovens apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Perguntam baixinho á flor&lt;br /&gt;Se são queridos desejados&lt;br /&gt;Se são queridos desejados&lt;br /&gt;Ou felizes no amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os malmequeres&lt;br /&gt; Gentis e formosos&lt;br /&gt;Dizem bem me queres&lt;br /&gt;Aos rostos ansiosos &lt;br /&gt;Das lindas mulheres&lt;br /&gt;Constroem castelos&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus corações&lt;br /&gt;Loucas ilusões, loucas ilusões&lt;br /&gt;E sonhos tão belos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois jovens enamorados&lt;br /&gt;Um malmequer desfolharam&lt;br /&gt;Mas ficaram enganados&lt;br /&gt;Com a resposta que apanharam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O malmequer respondeu&lt;br /&gt;Com o seu eterno sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Isso não respondo eu&lt;br /&gt;Isso não respondo eu&lt;br /&gt;Pois não gosto de mentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os malmequeres&lt;br /&gt; Gentis e formosos&lt;br /&gt;Dizem bem me queres&lt;br /&gt;Aos rostos ansiosos &lt;br /&gt;Das lindas mulheres&lt;br /&gt;Constroem castelos&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus corações&lt;br /&gt;Loucas ilusões, loucas ilusões&lt;br /&gt;E sonhos tão belos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5811773784594492244?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5811773784594492244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/manuela-cavaco_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5811773784594492244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5811773784594492244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/manuela-cavaco_09.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;MANUELA CAVACO&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-1679279935179534298</id><published>2010-05-04T20:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:47:00.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SUSANA 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/&gt;Também herdei a magia &lt;br /&gt;De ter nascido em Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito á Mouraria&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhos Madragoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago o fado nos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Que linda herança a minha&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus dois amores queridos&lt;br /&gt;Deram á sua alfacinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha herança é a mais bela&lt;br /&gt;Que alguém jamais recebeu&lt;br /&gt;Azul e rosa aguarela&lt;br /&gt;O fado a guitarra e eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1679279935179534298?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1679279935179534298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/susana-lopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1679279935179534298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/1679279935179534298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/susana-lopes.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;SUSANA LOPES&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-974608515906137151</id><published>2010-05-04T19:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:40:23.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MANUELA CAVACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FADO DO PESCADOR &lt;/strong&gt;(Desconhecido / Aníbal Nazaré)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9kmsSo0dM8Y&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/9kmsSo0dM8Y&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FADO DO PESCADOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vieste-me perguntar&lt;br /&gt;O que era um pescador&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou explicar&lt;br /&gt;Toma atenção por favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um homem de pulso forte&lt;br /&gt;A quem nada mete afronta&lt;br /&gt;Sem temer a própria morte&lt;br /&gt;Corre o mar de ponta a ponta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites passar fora do lar abençoado&lt;br /&gt;Ter alma nobre ser homem pobre e ser honrado&lt;br /&gt;Andar no mar e suportar frio e calor&lt;br /&gt;Viver na fé eis o que é ser pescador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um homem sem vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Que não possui ambição&lt;br /&gt;Trabalha com lealdade&lt;br /&gt;Para angariar seu pão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites de chuva e vento&lt;br /&gt;Em que o mar lhe dá mais trilho&lt;br /&gt;Não lhe sai do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Sua mulher e seus filhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites passar fora do lar abençoado&lt;br /&gt;Ter alma nobre ser homem pobre e ser honrado&lt;br /&gt;Andar no mar e suportar frio e calor&lt;br /&gt;Viver na fé eis o que é ser pescador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-974608515906137151?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/974608515906137151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/manuela-cavaco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/974608515906137151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/974608515906137151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/05/manuela-cavaco.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;MANUELA CAVACO&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-8340708823517792156</id><published>2010-04-24T09:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:47:05.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;VERSOS À MINHA MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; (Manuel Carvalho / Fado Carriche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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/&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oXtVLgzAUA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/5oXtVLgzAUA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANOS DE CASADOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fazemos anos de casados&lt;br /&gt;Trago rosas vermelhas para te dar&lt;br /&gt;E um molho de beijos perfumados&lt;br /&gt;Pelo prazer que tenho de te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá vamos pela vida a caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre de mão dada companheira&lt;br /&gt;Os filhos são o sal p’ra temperar&lt;br /&gt;Este nosso amor p’rá vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamou-nos o destino quando quis&lt;br /&gt;Juntar duas vidas num só fado&lt;br /&gt;Fez de mim o homem mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Por te ter a ti sempre a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita seja a hora em que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Grato por na vida seres meu par&lt;br /&gt;E por ainda gostar tanto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Trago rosas vermelhas p’ra te dar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-1027217489964506973?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/1027217489964506973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/nelson-duarte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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BRANDÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;VIVES NO MEU PENSAMENTO&lt;/strong&gt; (Manuel Carvalho / Fado Rosita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0g4ZsxJbI0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/q0g4ZsxJbI0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVES NO MEU PENSAMENTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me sais do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Tu andas sempre comigo&lt;br /&gt;A cada hora e momento&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando no fado contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para te ver a surgir&lt;br /&gt;Basta meus olhos fechar&lt;br /&gt;E tu lá vens a 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minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Ó minha mãe minha amada&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem uma mãe tem tudo&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem mãe não tem nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum fadista tem sorte&lt;br /&gt;Rogai por nós virgem mãe&lt;br /&gt;Agora sempre e também&lt;br /&gt;Na hora da nossa morte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-810023953752814446?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/810023953752814446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/artur-batalha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/810023953752814446'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8676965024906414237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8676965024906414237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/anita-guerreiro.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;ANITA GUERREIRO&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-4533395071583999591</id><published>2010-04-24T00:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:39:18.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VERDES 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinho no mar alto&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo á noite cerrada&lt;br /&gt;Ó minha mãe minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Ó minha mãe minha amada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4533395071583999591?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4533395071583999591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/verdes-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4533395071583999591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/4533395071583999591'/><link 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title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8611336209779298612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/8611336209779298612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/carlos-ramos_24.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;CARLOS RAMOS&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Péta e Luisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07270454903399321887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIrqpv6kUcU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MELHOR DE TODAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de na vida em que me iludo&lt;br /&gt;A paixão ser um pouco de estranhar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive uma mulher que me deu tudo&lt;br /&gt;O que na vida mais se pode dar!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Furtou-me ao caminho desvairado&lt;br /&gt;Onde as vidas sem norma se consomem,&lt;br /&gt;E aconselhou-me sempre a ser honrado&lt;br /&gt;A virtude maior que tem o homem!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nunca me abandonou nas incertezas&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem apressar os nossos dias,&lt;br /&gt;Chorou sempre comigo nas tristezas&lt;br /&gt;P’ra comigo sorrir nas alegrias!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deu-me beijos sem fim de amor sem par&lt;br /&gt;Numa ardência profunda e altaneira,&lt;br /&gt;E nunca precisou p’ra me beijar&lt;br /&gt;De saber quanto eu tinha na carteira!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Essa mulher de um bem nobre e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Como outro amor não tive em mais ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Era a mulher mais rica deste mundo&lt;br /&gt;A mais rica por ser a minha mãe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5274987396181357879?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5274987396181357879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/miguel-silva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6198289418183315703/posts/default/5274987396181357879'/><link rel='self' 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width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/No1stBaOX4w&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/No1stBaOX4w&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LENDA DO MAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ouvir a voz do mar&lt;br /&gt;Feito de sonho e de lenda&lt;br /&gt;Vi morrer ondas na areia&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixando a praia cheia&lt;br /&gt;De filigranas de renda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ouvir no cantar das ondas&lt;br /&gt;Um caso de amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;Dois noivos que em sobressalto&lt;br /&gt;Foram noivar no mar alto&lt;br /&gt;Longe das bocas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniram-se eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Num 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-6455505669690411186</id><published>2010-04-23T19:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:01:59.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DUARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FADO NOVEMBRO&lt;/strong&gt; (Duarte / Fado meno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q-ONvXD2ItY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/Q-ONvXD2ItY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADO NOVEMBRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trago em todos os meus fados&lt;br /&gt;Um não sei que de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Corações danificados&lt;br /&gt;E dias sem ter vontade&lt;br /&gt;Trago em todos os meus fados&lt;br /&gt;Um não sei quê de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago em todos os meus fados&lt;br /&gt;Aquela melancolia&lt;br /&gt;De quem anda sem cuidados&lt;br /&gt;De fazer de noite os dias&lt;br /&gt;Trago em todos os meus fados&lt;br /&gt;Aquela melancolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço coisas que não digo&lt;br /&gt;Digo coisas que não faço&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fado é castigo&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes é cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Faço coisas que não digo&lt;br /&gt;Digo coisas que não faço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cada fado que canto&lt;br /&gt;Pago uma noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu perdesse este canto&lt;br /&gt;Perdia também a vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu perdesse este canto&lt;br /&gt;Perdia também a vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;Teus olhos são dois poetas&lt;br /&gt;De grande imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Foram eles que ditaram&lt;br /&gt;Os versos desta canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis cantar ao teu olhar que me encantou&lt;br /&gt;Pois nele achei como não sei inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Foi o calor dum olhar teu que me prendeu&lt;br /&gt;E desde então o teu olhar é a razão desta paixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4616349891727449598?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4616349891727449598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/carlos-ramos_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se te cante ou chore&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se te grite um dia&lt;br /&gt;Que na força deste canto&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo a alma e digo em pranto&lt;br /&gt;Que eu por ti ainda morria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai meu país&lt;br /&gt;Que trazes nos olhos fado&lt;br /&gt;Desse rei que não voltou&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu povo desejado&lt;br /&gt;Na minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Trago sempre o teu sabor&lt;br /&gt;Por isso te canto e digo&lt;br /&gt;Meu Portugal meu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-5696230740762981289?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/5696230740762981289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pelo teu negro desdém&lt;br /&gt;Ou por um desgosto choro&lt;br /&gt;Choram as pedras também&lt;br /&gt;Nesta rua aonde moro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim se eu não for tua&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tua até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Que as pedras da minha rua&lt;br /&gt;Se levantem contra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-8909443955799880786?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/8909443955799880786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/cidalia-meireles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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RAMOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MARIA SARDENTA&lt;/strong&gt; ( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pag9czz1x3c&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/pag9czz1x3c&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARIA SARDENTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Maria sardenta&lt;br /&gt;São tristes os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Que dor te atormenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamaram-te sardenta&lt;br /&gt;É todo o teu desgosto&lt;br /&gt;Não digas a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;As sardas no teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Até te ficam bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tua carne viva&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de mil dores&lt;br /&gt;Na tua carne viva&lt;br /&gt;As sardas são flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegra o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Não sejas pessimista&lt;br /&gt;Não penses nisso mais&lt;br /&gt;A gente prende a vista&lt;br /&gt;Aonde vê sinais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz seria se deixasses&lt;br /&gt;Matar o meu desejo que me tenta&lt;br /&gt;Beijar-te os mil sinais das faces&lt;br /&gt;Maria sardenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não penses nisso mais&lt;br /&gt;A gente prende a vista &lt;br /&gt;Aonde vê sinais&lt;br /&gt;Menina dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Maria sardenta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-7361289216720965971?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/7361289216720965971/comments/default' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARA Á CARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se fartou da condição&lt;br /&gt;De bater só por bater&lt;br /&gt;Se um segundo é uma hora&lt;br /&gt;Desde que te foste embora&lt;br /&gt;E eu não te voltei a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiço barulho na rua&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade insinua&lt;br /&gt;Que te tirei da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E és tu quem por lá anda&lt;br /&gt;De olhos na minha varanda&lt;br /&gt;Á espera que eu apareça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pára e ficamos cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém que se prepara&lt;br /&gt;Para matar ou morrer&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que vejo a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;A desfazer a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que tu me deste a beber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam dias passam meses&lt;br /&gt;Com sorrisos muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Mas com lágrimas também&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo vem de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;E ao ver-me faz-me um carinho&lt;br /&gt;Sorri mas não se detém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando já nem penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;E julgo que já esqueci&lt;br /&gt;O calor dos teus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Por um acaso ou por sina&lt;br /&gt;Vou a dobrar uma esquina&lt;br /&gt;E tropeço nos teus passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pára e ficamos cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém que se prepara&lt;br /&gt;Para matar ou morrer&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que vejo a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;A desfazer a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que tu me deste a beber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6198289418183315703-4757587873591804609?l=fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/feeds/4757587873591804609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fadosrecordandoopassado.blogspot.com/2010/04/linda-leonardo.html#comment-form' title='0 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GUIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NÃO ME VENHAS VER AO FADO&lt;/strong&gt; (Dr. Guilherme Pereira da Rocha / Fado Zé Negro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d2aeda13ea378d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLlBnmaKnio/Sw1FlpWOXHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f2T9q_s_njs/S220/omelhordofado1so6uj0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198289418183315703.post-2110866795559451495</id><published>2010-04-11T17:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:24:54.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LIANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SEGREDO&lt;/strong&gt; (  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkBRhgUJ6I4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/hkBRhgUJ6I4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VEM BEBER VINHO NOVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda daí vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Ama a vida esquece o mal&lt;br /&gt;Vem conhecer um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que se chama Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem praias de areia branca&lt;br /&gt;E praias de areia branca&lt;br /&gt;Vem conhecer a Severa&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer fadista canta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda vem comigo beber vinho novo&lt;br /&gt;E levas contigo Portugal e povo&lt;br /&gt;Anda vem comigo beber vinho novo&lt;br /&gt;E levas contigo Portugal e povo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toiradas á portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;Com forcados a pegar&lt;br /&gt;Anda ver tanta beleza&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus pôs ao pé do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E verás nossa Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de encantos tão belos&lt;br /&gt;Mouraria e Madragoa&lt;br /&gt;E Alfama no seu castelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda vem comigo beber vinho novo&lt;br /&gt;E levas contigo Portugal e povo&lt;br /&gt;Anda vem comigo beber vinho novo&lt;br /&gt;E levas 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