<?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-5455550643232770672</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:02:11.089-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Alves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-6423868019959250322</id><published>2009-09-27T19:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:11:17.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas coisas que não consigo descrever e compreender:</title><content type='html'>1ª. Não sei dizer, descrever ou até compreender muitos "porquês" desta vida. E um deles certamente diz respeito a malignidade de muitos homens. Homens que acabam com o que não construíram, que matam quem não cuidaram...vai entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ª. No outro lado desta realidade, encontramos criações tão maravilhosas. Coisas que nos dão vontade de viver, de rir, de chorar, vontade de ser humano, de ser criação divina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em homenagem (atrasada) às vítimas do 11 de Setembro, coloco este vídeo abaixo. E que une estes dois lados de uma única realidade que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lV3SHBFyDZM&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/lV3SHBFyDZM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E este outro vídeo, a seguir, traz uma mensagem muito interessante. Encontrei-o por acaso. Incrível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1dPDO3Tfab0&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/1dPDO3Tfab0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adagio for Strings - Samuel Barber (trilha sonora do  filme "Platoon")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-6423868019959250322?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/6423868019959250322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/09/duas-coisas-que-nao-consigo-descrever-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/6423868019959250322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/6423868019959250322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/09/duas-coisas-que-nao-consigo-descrever-e.html' title='Duas coisas que não consigo descrever e compreender:'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-5827907863346114441</id><published>2009-09-12T16:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:52:12.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back (with some sex!)</title><content type='html'>Folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando a postar! Sem maiores explicações que possam justificar realmente a longa ausência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem ainda não conhece, "Kings of Leon - Sex on Fire".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você ouve uma música delciosa na rádio, daquela de fazer você balançar a cabeça, bater o solado do pé no assoalho do carro e os dedos no volante? Então...o último cd deles, "Only by the Night", é todo assim. Sensacional...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aX_b1UlpUx0&amp;hl=en&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/aX_b1UlpUx0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Sex on Fire - Kings Of Leon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-5827907863346114441?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/5827907863346114441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-with-some-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/5827907863346114441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/5827907863346114441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-with-some-sex.html' title='Back (with some sex!)'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-2266093370548398765</id><published>2009-02-26T20:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:21:45.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mata Brasileira diz SIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVqF7pfvgq8/Sacw4Uk-hQI/AAAAAAAAACE/48Vh7WMaB98/s1600-h/CD+Vanessa+da+Mata+Sim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVqF7pfvgq8/Sacw4Uk-hQI/AAAAAAAAACE/48Vh7WMaB98/s200/CD+Vanessa+da+Mata+Sim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307264430034027778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive procurando há tempos algum vídeoclipe interessante da Vanessa da Mata. Quando baixei pela primeira vez um álbum dela,o cd "SIM", terceiro já de sua carreira se não me engano, não dei tanta atenção a musicalidade doida dessa mulher tão simpática. Então, fui ao show com minha namorada: sensacional! Um dos melhores que já fui.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei para casa e baixei todos rs. Mas ouço repetidamente o último disco. Pra quem gosta e entende um pouco de instrumentalidade, é incrível a riqueza de sons e a forma como as melodias, todas muito bem arranjadas, envolvem você e dão um "alto e baixo" de montanha-russa emocional no seu cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito bom. Então acabei achando este documentário maravilhoso, sobre a produção do CD, ensaios, repertório, mixagem, participações especiais, enfim... É ver para escutar! Ou Ouvir para entender! O documentário está dividido em 3 capítulos. Uma pena que o embed não está habilitado, mas seguem os links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smP27P3kTHw"&gt;Capítulo 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG58D7rsRPc&amp;feature=related"&gt;Capítulo 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXkaNkNxCSs&amp;feature=related"&gt;Capítulo 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-2266093370548398765?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/2266093370548398765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/mata-brasileira-diz-sim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/2266093370548398765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/2266093370548398765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/mata-brasileira-diz-sim.html' title='A Mata Brasileira diz SIM'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVqF7pfvgq8/Sacw4Uk-hQI/AAAAAAAAACE/48Vh7WMaB98/s72-c/CD+Vanessa+da+Mata+Sim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-7488511374909742763</id><published>2009-02-19T12:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:29:14.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Música boa "ao Vento"</title><content type='html'>Ao longo dos 4 anos da Faculdade, pude ter a sorte ou predestinação, vai saber, de fazer incríveis amizades. Pessoas que felizmente tenho contato diário. E um deles é o &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/phumasaudade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Philipe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquela época nos reuníamos em festas, sítios e encontros, sempre regados à boa música acústica. Escrevemos textos, compomos e dividimos acordes registrados até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PH vem tentando mostrar sua paixão pela música desde então, e eu, como amigo e fã de suas composições, abro este espaço no Blog para divulgar o som que faz. O álbum se chama &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sitedoph.com"&gt;PH - Uma Saudade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, e esta é minha música preferida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YJcJapeyxA&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/-YJcJapeyxA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flores Ao Vento - PH Uma Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-7488511374909742763?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/7488511374909742763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/musica-boa-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/7488511374909742763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/7488511374909742763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/musica-boa-ao-vento.html' title='Música boa &quot;ao Vento&quot;'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-6118361055306285635</id><published>2009-02-13T19:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:34:03.974-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let the Post kick that"</title><content type='html'>Eu acabei descobrindo esta banda através do &lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.com.br/"&gt;Lastfm&lt;/a&gt;, assim por acaso, sem buscas específicas. Para quem não conhece o site, vale muito a pena navegar. Ele funciona como uma rádio, de certa forma: você digita um artista preferido e ele automaticamente lhe sugirirá outras bandas que você possa gostar. Muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem lembro o que eu havia digitado na época, mas apareceu essa música aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAuQmJzt_q0&amp;hl=en&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/xAuQmJzt_q0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Let The Drummer Kick - Citizen Cope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom final de semana a todos! Abraços.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-6118361055306285635?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/6118361055306285635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-post-kick-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/6118361055306285635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/6118361055306285635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-post-kick-that.html' title='&quot;Let the Post kick that&quot;'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-1719958547124556877</id><published>2009-02-12T22:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:01:17.844-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por favor, de olhos fechados?</title><content type='html'>Hoje, voltando do trabalho e já cansado do dia corrido, comecei a ouvir esta música e senti uma vontade de verbalizar algumas coisas. Saiu o texto abaixo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem nunca ouviu falar em &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Portishead&lt;/span&gt; antes, por favor, ouçam a música pela primeira vez de olhos fechados. Posso pedir isso? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vg1jyL3cr60&amp;hl=en&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/Vg1jyL3cr60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"E quem já amou alguém nesta vida saberá&lt;br /&gt;Que de tudo o que se fez, tudo nada voltará&lt;br /&gt;E que há um bem maior no que há de menor para se ver&lt;br /&gt;Para se ter, sentir, tocar, crer, ganhar e perder&lt;br /&gt;Que há um tempo imponente frente ao que tememos&lt;br /&gt;Ao que abrigamos e não desejamos desembrulhar&lt;br /&gt;E ele é intocável, é lindo, desejo dos mortais&lt;br /&gt;Não se compra, não se vende&lt;br /&gt;Não se cria, não se desliga&lt;br /&gt;Não se respira, não se emputrece&lt;br /&gt;Não se materializa e não se despede&lt;br /&gt;E quem já chorou alguém nesta vida saberá&lt;br /&gt;Que o que lava a alma também lava a palma&lt;br /&gt;Que por onde andam palavras andam também silêncios&lt;br /&gt;E andam sorrisos, andam céus alaranjados em púrpura&lt;br /&gt;Você já se manifestou a serviço do tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Mestre dos mestres, sábio dos sábios&lt;br /&gt;Mago dos ensinamentos, servo dos virtuosos?&lt;br /&gt;Quem somos nós para pedí-lo, para ganhá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Quando queremos ou não temos o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pois quem é ele para nos reger, nos determinar&lt;br /&gt;Criar bordas, cercas, medidas e métricas surreais&lt;br /&gt;Que venha e que não peça permissão para me chocar&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou fruto do fruto e matéria divina&lt;br /&gt;Sou pouco mais do que muito poderia ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou aquilo que ama, que sente&lt;br /&gt;Que toca, que areia, que lágrima e que ausência &lt;br /&gt;Isso não se eterniza, se torna momento&lt;br /&gt;Fração de vida, perpetuado em alguma memória vaga&lt;br /&gt;E que retorna, retorna e retorna&lt;br /&gt;Assim, atemporal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Will Alves, 12/02/2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-1719958547124556877?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/1719958547124556877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-favor-de-olhos-fechados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/1719958547124556877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/1719958547124556877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-favor-de-olhos-fechados.html' title='Por favor, de olhos fechados?'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-5788407472068868838</id><published>2009-02-11T18:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:21:05.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gênio Indomável.</title><content type='html'>Incrível como temos a capacidade de fazer descobertas surpreendentes de coisas que já existiam há tempos. E que provavelmente muita gente já sabia antes de você. Fazer o que? A música faz parte da trilha sonora do filme &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Good Will Hunting"&lt;/span&gt;. E o clipe aqui é tosco mas não havia um de melhor qualidade para a música em questão. Fazer o que²? Assista o filme e faça duas coisas boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p4cJv6s_Yjw&amp;hl=en&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/p4cJv6s_Yjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Drink up baby, stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;With the things you could do&lt;br /&gt;You won't but you might&lt;br /&gt;The potential you'll be that you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;The promises you'll only make&lt;br /&gt;Drink up with me now&lt;br /&gt;And forget all about the pressure of days&lt;br /&gt;Do what I say and I'll make you okay&lt;br /&gt;And drive them away&lt;br /&gt;The images stuck in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you've been before&lt;br /&gt;That you don't want around anymore&lt;br /&gt;That push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep them still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up baby, look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss you again between the bars&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to finally be caught&lt;br /&gt;Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Keep you apart, deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Separate from the rest, where I like you the best&lt;br /&gt;And keep the things you forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you've been before&lt;br /&gt;That you don't want around anymore&lt;br /&gt;That push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep them still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elliott Smith - Between the Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-5788407472068868838?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/5788407472068868838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/genio-indomavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/5788407472068868838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/5788407472068868838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/genio-indomavel.html' title='Gênio Indomável.'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-4751075636081561174</id><published>2009-02-11T17:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:58:38.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vómito Verbal Conjugado...10 Minutos</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você tem uma idéia brilhante, fudida e as palavras, frases começam a vir de uma forma desordenada como em uma avalanche, então parece que sua mão não tem a velocidade ideal e não dá conta de escrever tantas letras de uma vez só? Pois. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu comigo anteontem, quando ainda em casa comecei com alguns acordes bem gostosos misturados com uma vontade de escrever e apenas uma frase de início. Então que, em um pedido desesperado de fontes inspirativas, meu grande ilustre amigo &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rafaelpaes"&gt;Rafael Paes&lt;/a&gt;, começou a jogar temas ao ar do msn. Peguei tudo, bati no liquidicerebrador e saiu isso aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Esta é a história de todos os que se foram,&lt;br /&gt;mas que um dia retornaram ao velho e bom lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Não seria diferente, nem um tanto esquisitice&lt;br /&gt;Pura breguisse, se tudo voltasse um passo para trás?&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não é invenção, de mistérios ou contradição&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo presente! Dentro, fora, tudo em volta assim imensamente&lt;br /&gt;Na natureza de cada um, no desejo, na intenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente cresce, amadurece, pede por cuidado!&lt;br /&gt;Carece de maus tratos e segue nessa ré para frente&lt;br /&gt;Do que é incerto para a gente, gente, que enchente&lt;br /&gt;Que vem e que vai e que volta e não cansa de tentar&lt;br /&gt;E então você está carente, velho e conseqüente&lt;br /&gt;Olhando de volta, querendo retornar ao velho e bom lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo, boca, bumerangue, forte nessa constante&lt;br /&gt;Parece que vem para te querer e assim te abater&lt;br /&gt;Te leva de volta pra terra, semente que virou homem&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa mais disforme! Errada, pedindo perdão&lt;br /&gt;São todas essas coisas que se vão, e voltam de onde são."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutos que passaram como 10 segundos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-4751075636081561174?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/4751075636081561174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/vomito-verbal-conjugado10-minutos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/4751075636081561174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/4751075636081561174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/vomito-verbal-conjugado10-minutos.html' title='Vómito Verbal Conjugado...10 Minutos'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-6393354881586420894</id><published>2009-02-10T19:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:12:08.409-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No mezclar el Café con leche, por favor...</title><content type='html'>México city também tem seus segredos. Não para quem já os conhece. Eu acabei pegando o som desses caras por acaso, vendo acústicos da MTV gringa mundo afora. Sensacional a musicalidade dos muchachos! Vale a pena também conferir "María". Só não coloquei aqui por que não achei um vídeo descente. Ouça depois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z77NZ84IxlU&amp;hl=en&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/Z77NZ84IxlU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yo, flecha&lt;br /&gt;flor, polen, flecha&lt;br /&gt;abeja, oso, pez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flecha, agua,&lt;br /&gt;sube, nube,&lt;br /&gt;llueve, arbol, flecha,&lt;br /&gt;oxigeno, flecha, pulmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopiltze, hija mia&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso Dios nunca muere?&lt;br /&gt;A que dios te refieras&lt;br /&gt;Todo de eso depende.&lt;br /&gt;Hay dioses que pensaron&lt;br /&gt;que el mundo era infinito, y&lt;br /&gt;no hay un equilibrio entre los reinos hijo mio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, flecha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gira y da vueltas&lt;br /&gt;y rueda girando&lt;br /&gt;Gira y da vueltas&lt;br /&gt;y rueda, y rueda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacerla un cuadrado,&lt;br /&gt;deformarla en un triangulo&lt;br /&gt;pero la vida siempre vuelve a su forma circular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La unica que puede darnos vueltas es Dios&lt;br /&gt;Hay tan pocas flores ya, peces, agua que pense&lt;br /&gt;que la vuelta no daría,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tu hijo me respira.&lt;br /&gt;Si el equilibrio es Dios, y el equilibrio murio,&lt;br /&gt;¿Que paso con Dios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gira y da vueltas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El Ciclón - Café Tacvba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-6393354881586420894?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/6393354881586420894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-mezclar-el-cafe-con-leche-por-favor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/6393354881586420894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/6393354881586420894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-mezclar-el-cafe-con-leche-por-favor.html' title='No mezclar el Café con leche, por favor...'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-7553989851988690600</id><published>2009-02-09T14:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:33:35.641-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexi Murdoch: O básico original do "violão e voz"</title><content type='html'>Uma pena que a qualidade dos vídeos esteja baixa. Mas vale MUITO a pena baixar da internet os cds dele. Som dígno de trilha sonora para os dias de trabalho pesado. Enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtaOyo3YaqI&amp;hl=en&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/TtaOyo3YaqI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvONo-SFy8A&amp;hl=en&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/UvONo-SFy8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alexi Murdoch session at Vinyl Fever in Tampa on June 21st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-7553989851988690600?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/7553989851988690600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/alexi-murdoch-o-basico-original-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/7553989851988690600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/7553989851988690600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/alexi-murdoch-o-basico-original-do.html' title='Alexi Murdoch: O básico original do &quot;violão e voz&quot;'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-5101274618266328070</id><published>2009-02-09T13:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:07:20.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://blogblogs.com.br/api/claim/325491810/204636/129170' rel='me'&gt; BlogBlogs.Com.Br &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-5101274618266328070?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/5101274618266328070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogblogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/5101274618266328070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/5101274618266328070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogblogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-320203310749029080</id><published>2009-02-07T11:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:51:37.262-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para abrir os olhos...</title><content type='html'>Quem ainda não ouviu Scott Matthews, terá o prazer de ouvi-lo agora.  E é engraçado porque a gente sempre acaba falando que os gringos não sabem compor com riqueza. Este, como outros na minha opinião, o fazem de forma única. Segue a letra da música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that distant  beam of light  &lt;br /&gt;a drop of neon floods my weary eyes  &lt;br /&gt;illuminates my soul, is inspired  &lt;br /&gt;I'm heading your way with the traffic  &lt;br /&gt;by my side  &lt;br /&gt;remember how it was before  &lt;br /&gt;just a minute away  &lt;br /&gt;I'll be knocking on your front door  &lt;br /&gt;don't underestimate, this precious time  &lt;br /&gt;every second is treated as though  &lt;br /&gt;there is no time  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are wider than before  &lt;br /&gt;So little has changed  &lt;br /&gt;but your eyes now see much more  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hush,  now sway and fall asleep  &lt;br /&gt;gonna drive you away from the trampling of bustling feet  &lt;br /&gt;you can lose your troubled thoughts  &lt;br /&gt;for tonight at least  &lt;br /&gt;you can wake in the morning  &lt;br /&gt;feeling that you can breathe  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little darling you're mine for tonight  &lt;br /&gt;your mellow and tender self  &lt;br /&gt;is hard to climb  &lt;br /&gt;from you, I turn all doubts deep inside  &lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself to your presence  &lt;br /&gt;and peace of mind  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are wider than before  &lt;br /&gt;So little has changed  &lt;br /&gt;but your eyes now see much more  &lt;br /&gt;so much more  &lt;br /&gt;so, so much more  &lt;br /&gt;so much more  &lt;br /&gt;so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oG6qwBBm7I4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/oG6qwBBm7I4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-2950225027504854563</id><published>2009-02-07T11:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:42:21.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Will Alves - 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Vida atravessada, sangue no aperto de mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ferida cicatrizada, nessa mão te levo onde for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu poderia mentir e me perder na tua pureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me sentir alguém e derreter no teu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pode vir dizer, pois eu quero ouvir falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No jogo sujo do amor não há o que perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenho vida atravessada e o pouco que tenho você já tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não me diga o que fazer e o tempo certo para te entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade, batida de tanta saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade, da tua falta faço a minha coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beijo a tua faca, perco toda a malandragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faço prece à tua imagem, o teu pedir é o meu favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blefes e truques pobres, sorte e perda sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje cartas sobre a mesa e ontem vinho no jantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu sei que prometi e não vou cumprir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dizer o que acho, sem timidez e com todo o escracho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não há o que explicar o que só eu senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E do princípio ao fim só me restou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade, batida de tanta saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade, da tua falta faço a minha coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saudade..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-2950225027504854563?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/2950225027504854563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/2950225027504854563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/2950225027504854563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Will Alves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368794021050976231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5455550643232770672.post-5199251502908850802</id><published>2009-02-05T13:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:57:36.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Que Queremos?</title><content type='html'>O Que Queremos?     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Will Alves, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Perdemos o senso e a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passamos por cima de tudo e de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esquecemos que a vida é contradição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veja a antiguidade desse futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que brilha nos olhos dessa nação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humildes e gigantes no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que dizem "obrigado" e "por gentileza"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por favor, não haja fraqueza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na palma, no punho do trabalhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na cara, na alma de um sonhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vamos perder toda essa vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De dizer o que queremos com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu só quero deitar e poder dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem pensar no que vi e quase chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu só quero pensar que a vida é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma sacanagem e consequência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daqueles que só vivem para si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não sabem o que é não ter o que comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desfrutam da bondade alheia por simples e pura avareza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu só quero piscar e descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que cada vez que abro o olho para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma criança deixou a avenida e suas balas, para vender esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um minuto a mais nas horas do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umas horas a mais, quem sabe um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um pouco de verdade e sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para ser o que queremos com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Integridade não é mais um luxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O trinco aberto revela um novo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De ver que o certo as vezes se alcança apenas por querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas com um pouco de perseverança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perseverança e não ganância!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A honestidade possa fazer você crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os muros que quiser pular, os rios que quiser vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os problemas que possa ter, as pessoas que vá ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu só quero confiar no que não posso ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajudar quem precisa sem perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estender a mão, o braço um abraço que possa me segurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu só quero ser quem eu sou, ter uma família e um grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viver com a plena consciência de que tudo valeu a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De que tudo valeu a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um minuto a mais nas horas do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umas horas a mais, quem sabe um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um pouco de verdade e alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para ser o que queremos com certeza".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5455550643232770672-5199251502908850802?l=willalves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/feeds/5199251502908850802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willalves.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-que-queremos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5455550643232770672/posts/default/5199251502908850802'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Neste primeiro post, abro o Blog colocando um texto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Grande poeta, ilustrador dos pensamentos mais bonitos, trovador das batalhas verbais mais inesquecíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Como dizia o poeta&lt;br /&gt;Quem já passou por essa vida e não viveu&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser mais, mas sabe menos do que eu&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida só se dá pra quem se deu&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem amou, pra quem chorou, pra quem sofreu&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quem nunca curtiu uma paixão nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;br /&gt;Não há mal pior do que a descrença&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo o amor que não compensa é melhor que a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Abre os teus braços, meu irmão, deixa cair&lt;br /&gt;Pra que somar se a gente pode dividir&lt;br /&gt;Eu francamente já não quero nem saber&lt;br /&gt;De quem não vai porque tem medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Ai de quem não rasga o coração, esse não vai ter perdão&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão, nunca vai ter nada, não."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vinícius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VCNIWmxaps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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