<?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-34921376</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:03:56.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A procura de um sorriso</title><subtitle type='html'>Um simples sorriso num rosto faz com que eu me sinta feliz...por isso, porque não proporcioná-lo???</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/'/><link 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alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/400/l%3F%3Fgrima.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudade&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;À 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;&lt;strong&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;Ai, meu choro de moça perdida&lt;br /&gt;Gritava à cidade&lt;br /&gt;Que o fogo do amor sob a chuva&lt;br /&gt;Há instantes morrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;br /&gt;Meu segredo à cidade e eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34921376-116118943591675811?l=a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/feeds/116118943591675811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34921376&amp;postID=116118943591675811' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/116118943591675811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/2006/10/aguentas-te-sem-rir_116118199488720570.html' title='Aguentas-te sem rir...?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283552951733831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l190/lisinhaf/lisa2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34921376.post-116057027209133720</id><published>2006-10-11T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:49:46.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NAZARÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A&lt;em&gt; mais típica praia de Portugal; meu lugar predilecto (em época baixa...claro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relaxe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pode contemplar a beleza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feche os olhos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pode escutar o bater das ondas nas rochas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspire...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não lhe chegou já o cheiro da brisa do mar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminhe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela areia até sentir que ela entrou em junção consigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lute...Lute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contra o vento que lhe bate na cara e o destabiliza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continue esta caminhada pela vida fora dando importância aos pequenos pormenores que podem ser tão preciosos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/200/photos%20nazare%20059.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sítio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/200/IM000140.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pôr do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/1600/Nazar??"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/200/Nazar%3F%3F%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Porto de Abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/1600/photos%20nazare%20049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/200/photos%20nazare%20049.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34921376-116057027209133720?l=a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/feeds/116057027209133720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34921376&amp;postID=116057027209133720' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/116057027209133720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/116057027209133720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/2006/10/nazar.html' title='NAZARÉ'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283552951733831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l190/lisinhaf/lisa2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34921376.post-115919682519127083</id><published>2006-09-25T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:01:09.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTÓRIA DE GUIGNOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/1600/guignol.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/200/guignol.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Guignol é um fantoche prestigiado em França, símbolo da minha cidade natal, Lyon, foi criado no início do século XIX por Laurent Mourguet; o sucesso foi tão grande que, no fim do século XIX, a burguesia da cidade de Lyon quis pô-lo novamente em cena e transformá-lo num espectáculo para crianças. Guignol é um operário de fábrica modesto, é um "homem" popular e gozão mas ao mesmo tempo é trabalhador, mais tarde, torna-se dentista, mais precisamente um "arrancador de dentes" pela sua falta de profissionalismo. A maior parte das vezes, faz-se acompanhar em palco pela esposa, Madelon e pelo Gnafron, um grande borrachão; este trio acaba sempre por tergrandes atritos com a polícia local, sabe se lá porquê...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Através das suas aventuras, Guignol consegue transmitir ao público, de uma forma muito subtil, temas actuais, eventos da cidade, introduzindo ironia no meio de contestações acaloradas. Hoje em dia, e pelas características, anteriormente identificadas, estes espectáculos fazem rir pequenos e graúdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Estas personagens fazem parte da minha infância porque me fizeram rir e hoje, quando as recordo, fazem me sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Acabo com uma citação de Guignol para vos pôr a pensar...podendo ser adequada a qualquer pessoa que vos rodeia, ou mesmo a muitas entidades do nosso governo: "Ces spécialistes de sujets très pointus savent presque tout sur presque rien"...agora reflictam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;C´est "guignolant" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Recordações NOSSAS mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34921376-115919682519127083?l=a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/feeds/115919682519127083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34921376&amp;postID=115919682519127083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/115919682519127083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/115919682519127083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/2006/09/histria-de-guignol.html' title='HISTÓRIA DE GUIGNOL'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283552951733831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l190/lisinhaf/lisa2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34921376.post-115906093358711386</id><published>2006-09-24T02:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:47:11.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"FADISTAS DA NOVA GERAÇÃO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/1600/NA%20TASCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/1600/Belever%2025.04.05%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/320/Belever%2025.04.05%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Foi neste dia fatídico que tudo começou...no meio dum jantar animadíssimo com guitarradas, alegria e ...vinho...tinto, claro. Foi aí que começamos o nosso pequeno projecto com Carlos, na guitarra portuguesa e João na guitarra clássica...Desde esse dia, ensaiamos muito mas pouco lucramos...:) é mais uma questão de diversão, um passar do tempo de forma alegre, sem stresses...quer dizer, mais ou menos, já lá vão quase dois anos. Vejam bem a postura do Homem, não realmente este Carlos tem futuro...vejam bem o segurar do instrumento!!!não há como ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34921376-115906093358711386?l=a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/feeds/115906093358711386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34921376&amp;postID=115906093358711386' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/115906093358711386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/115906093358711386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/2006/09/fadistas-da-nova-gerao.html' title='&quot;FADISTAS DA NOVA GERAÇÃO&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283552951733831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l190/lisinhaf/lisa2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34921376.post-115905225233009111</id><published>2006-09-23T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:50:30.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TÃO LONGE DE TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/1600/IM000043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1681/3876/320/IM000043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma pessoa me falta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo fica sem explicação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me só como se estivesse morta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque ninguém me dá atenção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que eu sinto???É um sofrimento profundo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;enho saudades tuas, do teu vento, do teu mar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para mim, onde estás é o fim do mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas é em tua casa que eu quero morar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem...,espero, não me deixes cá sozinha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;em buscar-me, transporta-me para o teu paraíso;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É verdade que esta vida é toda minha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sem ti não consigo ter juízo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os meus olhos só choram por ti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E pouco a pouco, a minha alma fica destruída;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu coração só bate para ti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;u PORTUGAL, homem da minha vida&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;Lyon 6.12.1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34921376-115905225233009111?l=a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/feeds/115905225233009111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34921376&amp;postID=115905225233009111' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/115905225233009111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34921376/posts/default/115905225233009111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-procura-de-um-sorriso.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-longe-de-ti.html' title='TÃO LONGE DE TI'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05283552951733831792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l190/lisinhaf/lisa2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
