<?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-5214233712923410396</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:16:24.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Música com dias contados</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-7320844563601258077</id><published>2009-08-21T14:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:25:41.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjpkI8QOZJE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/yjpkI8QOZJE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta transmite a mesma sensação de quando chegamos a um lugar no qual nunca estivemos, mas sentimos que já conhecíamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond Skin, 1999&lt;/span&gt;, Nitin Sawhney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish the night would take me to another world, Where no one knows a face or asks your name &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/5214233712923410396-7320844563601258077?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/7320844563601258077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/7320844563601258077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/08/esta-transmite-mesma-sensacao-de-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-1335594035928776252</id><published>2009-08-10T14:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:31:54.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KCLOMBbRVB0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KCLOMBbRVB0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim, hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You'll see through the stone to the heart of the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: Just like me, Joni Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-1335594035928776252?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1335594035928776252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1335594035928776252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-assim-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-6913745653639132168</id><published>2009-08-04T01:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:59:18.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aynb-9dKMl8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aynb-9dKMl8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart is frozen still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace, 1994, Jeff Buckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-6913745653639132168?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/6913745653639132168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/6913745653639132168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/08/detalhe-my-heart-is-frozen-still-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-1173012863752975764</id><published>2009-07-14T10:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:08:51.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/b5_s76hV8FY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/b5_s76hV8FY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando se começa a ir ao baú...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detalhe&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I lie dreaming in an empty bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Álbum&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk on corners, The Corrs, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-1173012863752975764?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1173012863752975764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1173012863752975764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/07/quando-se-comeca-ir-ao-bau.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-2234527283788942442</id><published>2009-07-13T16:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:10:05.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YcNzHOBmk8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YcNzHOBmk8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esquece-se na diversão dos dias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Detalhe:&lt;em&gt;we'll take the trail marked on your father's map&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Álbum: Sixpence none the richer, 1998&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-2234527283788942442?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2234527283788942442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2234527283788942442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/07/esquece-se-na-diversao-dos-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-6389392287283459604</id><published>2009-07-08T15:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:27:52.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qoqZOR9DTi4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qoqZOR9DTi4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo paralelo continua-se a acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Her sad eyes beam and it's all there, in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Hombre Lobo, Eels, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-6389392287283459604?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/6389392287283459604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/6389392287283459604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/07/neste-mundo-paralelo-continua-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-18929746890157532</id><published>2009-07-06T15:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:15:53.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TUyeKOGsoZo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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-nocookie.com/v/TUyeKOGsoZo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ensinar os primeiros passos. Um a Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can touch hearts larger than a thimble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: The Milk-Eyed Mender, Jovana Sarver, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-18929746890157532?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/18929746890157532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/18929746890157532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/07/ensinar-os-primeiros-passos.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-4886867364695301709</id><published>2009-07-05T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:13:32.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/TMk16AQDbuE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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-nocookie.com/v/TMk16AQDbuE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: Right now we got to keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:Keep the faith, Bon Jovi, 1992&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-4886867364695301709?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/4886867364695301709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/4886867364695301709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/07/trying-detalhe-right-now-we-got-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-1439547491654310063</id><published>2009-07-01T12:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:25:58.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/FDDCieKfrvY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/FDDCieKfrvY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dar cabo das expectativas, sem voltar à menina do espelho que se perde continuamente! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitterness inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destroy the spineless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:Origin of Symmetry, Muse, 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-1439547491654310063?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1439547491654310063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1439547491654310063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/07/vou-dar-cabo-das-expectativas-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-8129099711032447066</id><published>2009-06-27T23:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:15:05.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_icQMdxBoK8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_icQMdxBoK8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brotherhood, New Order, 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-8129099711032447066?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/8129099711032447066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/8129099711032447066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/detalhe-its-no-problem-of-mine-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-1092119145530816700</id><published>2009-06-26T15:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:53:33.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8muMo0fw_M&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/f8muMo0fw_M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta marca hoje mais que ontem. A memória é sempre a mesma, enquanto esperava no carro liguei o rádio e depois da notícia trágica seguiu-se a música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What have we done to the world ? Look what we've done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:History: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Past, Present and Future, Book I, Michael Jackson, 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-1092119145530816700?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1092119145530816700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1092119145530816700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/esta-marca-hoje-mais-que-ontem.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-4748501263506978538</id><published>2009-06-24T22:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:47:50.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ced8o50G9kg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ced8o50G9kg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali vai ele e a resposta é sempre a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes,how many ears must one man have; Before he can hear people cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, 1963&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-4748501263506978538?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/4748501263506978538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/4748501263506978538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/ali-vai-ele-e-resposta-e-sempre-mesma.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-8170721695128217125</id><published>2009-06-23T15:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:48:02.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9fZrMIJLXY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9fZrMIJLXY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;em&gt;I'd die in your arms, if you were dead too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;em&gt;Sixteen Stone, Bush, 1994&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-8170721695128217125?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/8170721695128217125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/8170721695128217125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/detalheid-die-in-your-arms-if-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-452157347123534113</id><published>2009-06-23T08:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:21:07.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/CVYJMrtDawQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/CVYJMrtDawQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empiezo a deslizarme en el sillón para la imaginación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pafuera Telarañas, Bebe, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-452157347123534113?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/452157347123534113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/452157347123534113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/detalhe-empiezo-deslizarme-en-el-sillon.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-5541969000045239812</id><published>2009-06-19T16:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:50:04.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/vpMI8Qu5fsc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/vpMI8Qu5fsc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos festejar a chegada do Verão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want to feel the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be ok, Ingrid Michaelson, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-5541969000045239812?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/5541969000045239812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/5541969000045239812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/vamos-festejar-chegada-do-verao-detalhe.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-7910254236216948292</id><published>2009-06-14T09:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:48:29.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqt5fZFvGVU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqt5fZFvGVU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando chegava para começar as férias, era o que avistava ao fundo. Juntando o cheiro a pinheiros e a maresia. O céu parecia apenas um espaço teu, a cor que irradiavas cobria os nossos olhos. Em seguida, era o mar que nos prendia quando ias dormir e deixavas as gaivotas ás escuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You stretch the frozen moments with your fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Final Cut, Pink Floyd,1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-7910254236216948292?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/7910254236216948292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/7910254236216948292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-chegava-para-comecar-as-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-5137261555025502850</id><published>2009-06-11T09:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:00:25.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQPlq85Hedk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQPlq85Hedk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos tentar ultrapassar as barreiras por nós impostas.&lt;br /&gt;Tentar é caminhar, não conseguir. &lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar, porque dizer que vou conseguir, é prometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be there once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ten, Pearl Jam,1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-5137261555025502850?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/5137261555025502850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/5137261555025502850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/vamos-tentar-ultrapassar-as-barreiras.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-8591600103677367400</id><published>2009-06-10T10:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:56:37.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yxjs9GgNMjk&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/Yxjs9GgNMjk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e é isso...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a sua humildade fez chamar minha atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:Casinha, Armadinho, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-8591600103677367400?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/8591600103677367400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/8591600103677367400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-e-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-5899480747185896987</id><published>2009-06-07T13:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:55:56.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8LZhlGQ_-E&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/J8LZhlGQ_-E&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje é domingo. Os domingos puxam-me para isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Não tenho medo de caras feias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: Disco de Cabeceira, Paulo Praça, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-5899480747185896987?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/5899480747185896987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/5899480747185896987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-hoje-e-domingo.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-1596417766505765260</id><published>2009-06-06T13:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:26:02.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ssdgFoHLwnk&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/ssdgFoHLwnk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendas musicais que nos oferecem nestes dias, quando se lembram de nós. Por aquilo que deixámos, que fizemos sentir. Assim nos apaixonamos pela música. Fazem História.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cut out all the ropes and let me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: For Emma, Forever Ago, Bon Iver, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-1596417766505765260?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1596417766505765260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/1596417766505765260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/prendas-musicais-que-nos-oferecem.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-6431233829894600246</id><published>2009-06-04T11:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:17:44.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FU6yzzESX8Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FU6yzzESX8Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que por isto compreendem? Será que por isto se deixam ficar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't find the words to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be here Now, Oasis, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-6431233829894600246?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/6431233829894600246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/6431233829894600246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/sera-que-por-isto-compreendem-sera-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-2489463991217396378</id><published>2009-06-02T08:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:54:25.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ml3xFbDMcs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ml3xFbDMcs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero fazer parte de mais de um dos teus ataques de superioridade. Mete a arrogância no bolso e procura a partir de hoje, "A Humildade". Já ouviste falar dela?&lt;br /&gt;Anda aí nas ruas, em menor escala, é certo... mas encontra-se! &lt;br /&gt;Faz-te à vida e à verdade! &lt;br /&gt;Hoje a comparação é esta. A música acabou entre nós. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want to hear The scream of the butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Strange Days, The Doors, 1967&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-2489463991217396378?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2489463991217396378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2489463991217396378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-nao-quero-fazer-parte-de-mais-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-660401386982635914</id><published>2009-05-28T12:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:20:43.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7AHblQ3_oM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7AHblQ3_oM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;From you, I get the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tommy, The Who,1969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-660401386982635914?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/660401386982635914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/660401386982635914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-isto.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-8354171588123865144</id><published>2009-05-26T08:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:58:49.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jgSIDxUf8g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jgSIDxUf8g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nenhum motivo para fraquezas. Conclusões simples a que se chegam depois de alguns anos. É verdade, podia ter chegado a essa conclusão há mais tempo, como poderia nunca ter chegado.  Quando procuramos coisas dentro de nós, existe sempre esta possibilidade.Agora, é ter força.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I show you some more and I learn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the Choirgirl Hotel, Tori Amos, 1998&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-8354171588123865144?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/8354171588123865144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/8354171588123865144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/nenhum-motivo-para-fraquezas.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-3867060366907022164</id><published>2009-05-24T13:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:56:28.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_LOHyVga4k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_LOHyVga4k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando nos lembramos dos conselhos desesperados que nos deram até hoje, deixa de fazer sentido dá-los, seja a quem for. A imagem que todos construímos do nosso sentimento, fica sempre à margem daquilo que os outros julgam. A pureza está aqui dentro, só a ela atribuo significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm your man, Leonard Cohen, 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-3867060366907022164?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/3867060366907022164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/3867060366907022164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-nos-lembramos-dos-conselhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-342582851327125868</id><published>2009-05-22T16:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:03:44.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0jyKabLHVc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0jyKabLHVc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sentido só faz quando estás deitada no sofá. Sozinha com os teus pensamentos .Estes dissipam-se a uma velocidade suficiente para não os conseguires entender.Lá estás tu, novamente acorrentada a uma esperança divina. Agora, sim. Vamos ouvir novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't always get what you want, But if you try sometimes you might find...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: Let it Bleed, Rolling Stones, 1969&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-342582851327125868?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/342582851327125868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/342582851327125868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentido-so-faz-quando-estas-deitada-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-2950101582142171947</id><published>2009-05-21T15:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:06:31.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5g2GIM4c4Fg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5g2GIM4c4Fg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é por acaso que o construímos, nem foi por acaso que aqui permaneci. Espera-se por quem olha por nós até ao final da rua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can drink a case of you, Darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue,Joni Mitchell, 1971&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-2950101582142171947?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2950101582142171947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2950101582142171947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-e-por-acaso-que-o-construimos-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-703614665739610187</id><published>2009-05-20T16:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:32:41.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9ODOuN2ic8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k9ODOuN2ic8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O vídeo ainda está aqui guardado. Há um ano. Quase. Hoje faz sentido homenageá-la. Sinto aqui o sabor do ar. Que tarde magnífica!! O abraço, foi durante aquele abraço!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Detalhe: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Álbum: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Donavon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frankenreiter&lt;/span&gt;, 2004&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/5214233712923410396-703614665739610187?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/703614665739610187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/703614665739610187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-video-ainda-esta-aqui-guardado.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-4610134649570267639</id><published>2009-05-18T15:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:09:33.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nTRT2Ldau8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4nTRT2Ldau8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Há algumas que falam por si só. Esta é uma dessas. O Benjamin é assim, facilita-nos o trabalho da explicação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Detalhe:&lt;em&gt;Hope is alive while we're appart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Álbum: &lt;em&gt;The Will To Live, Ben Harper, 1997&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/5214233712923410396-4610134649570267639?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/4610134649570267639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/4610134649570267639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-algumas-que-falam-por-si-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-7865571719322256616</id><published>2009-05-18T11:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:15:01.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ck-h0oG2msA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ck-h0oG2msA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As mesmas memórias que temos da infância. O quanto se dançou ao som desta música!! Hoje faz-se o mesmo, recordando aquele menino que a tinha escolhido como a sua música preferida. É impressionante que agora que se compreende a mensagem da música, a ironia é arrepiante!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Detalhe: &lt;em&gt;We live in hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Álbum: &lt;em&gt;Off the Ground, Paul McCartney, 1993&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/5214233712923410396-7865571719322256616?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/7865571719322256616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/7865571719322256616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-mesmas-memorias-que-temos-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-474657097638315477</id><published>2009-05-17T11:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:57:30.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ku-ma1dVI8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ku-ma1dVI8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguir evitar comer as palavras que são refogadas na boca. Dos outros e da própria. Continua-se a tentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to dig another one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;Álbum: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Side Of The Moon, Pink Floyd, 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-474657097638315477?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/474657097638315477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/474657097638315477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-conseguir-evitar-comer-as-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-157822070427634659</id><published>2009-05-11T21:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:57:25.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xd4FqS7YAHI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xd4FqS7YAHI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As músicas vão ganhando outras simbologias. Esta era habitual no inverno e no frio da cama. Hoje é para celebrar a amizade e demonstrar o orgulho que sinto por conhecer pessoas como aquela pequena tangerina. Como a minha mãe, ela despediu-se de mim à noite, com um beijo na testa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Detalhe: "&lt;em&gt;"Tangerine" is a song of love in its most...innocent stages!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Álbum: Led Zeppelin III, 1970&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/5214233712923410396-157822070427634659?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/157822070427634659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/157822070427634659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-musicas-vao-ganhando-outras.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-2389664670111574711</id><published>2009-05-07T18:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:52:40.795-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8YRx47oylM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8YRx47oylM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nada descreve tão bem como este álbum, a forma como me dispo quando o fogo me queima os olhos. Numa cegueira louca me encontro, Hoje (de novo). Foi presente, é/foi paixão, é Amor. Sr. Amor para mim. Como mais respeito que ontem, com mais força. Para todos os que vi na rua o olhar transmitia a mesma mensagem. Acreditem, mesmo que só por um dia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Detalhe: &lt;em&gt;We'll drink to the thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Álbum: &lt;em&gt;The Age of the Understatement,&lt;/em&gt; The Last Shadow Puppets, 2008 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-2389664670111574711?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2389664670111574711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2389664670111574711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/nada-descreve-tao-bem-como-este-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-6989224811975834493</id><published>2009-05-03T12:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:20:11.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7gMePDTOPM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q7gMePDTOPM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Noites em família em que se observa os rostos daqueles que por nós deram o peito, o corpo, as palavras. Vamos sentindo que os anos passam pelas suas faces, pelos seus olhos. A música encaixa nas nossas mãos como um presente que nunca soubemos dar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Detalhe: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Álbum: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Led&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt; II, 1969 &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/5214233712923410396-6989224811975834493?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/6989224811975834493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/6989224811975834493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/05/noites-em-familia-em-que-se-observa-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-7510315515526398103</id><published>2009-04-30T08:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:46:14.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVR9Xt3VO60&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVR9Xt3VO60&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quando desisto de estar presa por fios artificiais. A minha expressão resume-se a quedas de água de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orifícios&lt;/span&gt; quase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imperceptíveis. É fácil ouvir esta voz quando o metro se transforma num aquário e eu sou a única que lá está dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Detalhe: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fingers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blackbird&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Álbum: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt; 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-7510315515526398103?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/7510315515526398103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/7510315515526398103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-desisto-de-estar-presa-por-fios.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-310586767545677164</id><published>2009-04-28T16:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:30:15.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QOYWXdRif0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QOYWXdRif0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Santa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apolónia&lt;/span&gt; ajuda a construir o ambiente desta música. Todos os dias a mesma precariedade. O lado de errado de muitas vidas ali se acumula, à mesma hora. Os olhares que se prendem na calçada portuguesa à procura do magnífico destino, o que teima em não aparecer. Passo lá todos os dias também à procura do meu, com os olhos no rio que deliciosamente por ali também se aconchega.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Detalhe:&lt;em&gt;o frasco de ´&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;être&lt;/span&gt;´ mal vedado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Álbum: &lt;em&gt;O lado errado da noite,&lt;/em&gt; Jorge Palma, 1985&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-310586767545677164?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/310586767545677164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/310586767545677164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/04/santa-apolonia-ajuda-construir-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-2060775616693173314</id><published>2009-04-27T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:55:07.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GMkB3bZP96k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GMkB3bZP96k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não é por ser Abril. Andava a cantá-la nos corredores à noite antes de subir aquelas escadas de madeira. Deu espírito para a &lt;em&gt;coisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Detalhe : &lt;em&gt;Mudem de rumo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Álbum&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Venham mais cinco&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; José Afonso&lt;/em&gt;. Editado no Natal de 1973.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-2060775616693173314?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2060775616693173314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/2060775616693173314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-e-por-ser-abril.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214233712923410396.post-3250309858550427347</id><published>2009-04-27T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:39:40.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O nascimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se pensarmos na expressão em português, seria uma visão pessimista da minha parte ver este futuro para a música. Na realidade, acho impossível que esta forma de expressão consiga esgotar a sua existência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O título exprime a minha relação diária com a música, conta-me os dias, ajuda a prolongá-los e também a torná-los mais curtos. Será assim para muitos de nós, até para aqueles que ainda só a ouvem dentro do saco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amniótico&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No silêncio, na falta de instrumentos e mesmo no excesso de ruído, há sempre um som que me comove e é por esta razão que quero deixar por aqui algumas dessas músicas, sons e fantasias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não quero alongar esta explicação, seria um excesso de palavras para descrever tão bem o que os nossos ouvidos fazem sozinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5214233712923410396-3250309858550427347?l=musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/3250309858550427347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214233712923410396/posts/default/3250309858550427347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicacomdiascontados.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-nascimento.html' title='O nascimento'/><author><name>Joana Fonseca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01825574189268770624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HY2FbD97p9U/Sf27thf5erI/AAAAAAAAArs/aBpNHOAb26Y/S220/IMG_0895.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
