<?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-37357947</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:51:39.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bon vivant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>daniel souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825552799816898712</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37357947.post-117164199433658269</id><published>2007-02-16T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:06:34.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7804/4194/1600/402722/fractal-enclavedesol800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7804/4194/400/921791/fractal-enclavedesol800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BOA MUSICA INTELIGENTE DIFERENTE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;o que seria a "boa musica"!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apartir de que posso dizer se a musica é boa ou não!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;do meu gosto!? entao ela sera boa ou não para mim!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e a "musica inteligente"!? seria a musica fractal!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ou seria a bossa nova!? - não creio. para uns funks são inteligentes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinceramente não espero resposta pra isso, talvez ate o contrario - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alguem ja disse que "música de qualidade é aquela que, simplesmente, você escuta e sente que te despertou algo interior, seja pela letra ou pela melodia que ela transmitiu a você."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se ouço de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada vai me ser diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se este é que quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada devo ouvir(?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37357947-117164199433658269?l=demaindemain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/feeds/117164199433658269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37357947&amp;postID=117164199433658269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/117164199433658269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/117164199433658269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/2007/02/boa-musica-inteligente-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825552799816898712</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37357947.post-116597951054170531</id><published>2006-12-12T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:11:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7804/4194/1600/634878/bal??os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7804/4194/400/124930/bal%3F%3Fos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até quem me vê, lendo jornal na fila do pão sabe que eu te encontrei...&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem dirá que é tarde demais que é tao diferente assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra nós dois sair de casa já é se aventurar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARABENS VIDA...&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37357947-116597951054170531?l=demaindemain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/feeds/116597951054170531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37357947&amp;postID=116597951054170531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116597951054170531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116597951054170531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/2006/12/e-at-quem-me-v-lendo-jornal-na-fila-do.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825552799816898712</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-37357947.post-116372708346420094</id><published>2006-11-16T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:31:23.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/4194/1600/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/4194/320/estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces jours il fomente dans moi l'envie de sortir par le monde, naum au vent, mais avec une cible.&lt;br /&gt;Oui un cible. Le monde c'est mom cible(rsrs)[chez moi, la musique, ma femme de mom cotê tous les jours  en  fin  le bonheur]. pour qoui j'ai besoin d'argent par tout? je ne veux pas etre rich, mais si je n'ai pas une voiture de l'année ou une bonne maison..je ne suis pas une persone   réussie. s'il est ainsi je ne veux pas etre réussi. je veux etre bien avec moi, ma femme, ma famille et mes amis...et faire oquoi j'aime. DEMAIN, non.. demain c'est très loin ou il peut ni arriver. Je vais commencer aujourd'hui. Cette est l'idée : "Tous les jours, je faire le demain" - nous avons une grande route pour marcher - ALONS - JE VAIS! E TOI!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;daniel  souza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bisou par toi ma vie ;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  [nous allons faire]         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moi en entendant: tempo de ir(chacarera blues)/higher place(journey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37357947-116372708346420094?l=demaindemain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/feeds/116372708346420094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37357947&amp;postID=116372708346420094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116372708346420094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116372708346420094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/2006/11/ces-jours-il-fomente-dans-moi-lenvie.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825552799816898712</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37357947.post-116345206268692396</id><published>2006-11-13T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:07:42.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/4194/1600/o_soro_da_baladeira.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/4194/320/o_soro_da_baladeira.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soro da Baladeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha meu Divino Espírito&lt;br /&gt;Esta festa iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Não deixai, São Benedito&lt;br /&gt;Alegria nos faltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso mais bonito&lt;br /&gt;É o que dá quando se ama&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro não dá em planta&lt;br /&gt;Mas cachaça vem da cana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Maranhão de nada vale&lt;br /&gt;Um tambor que não tem couro&lt;br /&gt;Homem que não tem bigode&lt;br /&gt;E baladeira sem soro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O choro mais dolorido&lt;br /&gt;É o choro da despedida&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança ruim jogo fora&lt;br /&gt;Lembro só do bom da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Maranhão de nada vale&lt;br /&gt;Um tambor que não tem couro&lt;br /&gt;Homem que não tem bigode&lt;br /&gt;E baladeira sem soro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou proferir agora&lt;br /&gt;Minha palavra derradeira&lt;br /&gt;Pouca luz deixa confuso&lt;br /&gt;Luz muita causa cegueira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu senhor, minha senhora&lt;br /&gt;Vai começar a brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;Quem tiver, ouvidos ouça&lt;br /&gt;O Soro da Baldeira. (Eduardo Gaspar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37357947-116345206268692396?l=demaindemain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/feeds/116345206268692396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37357947&amp;postID=116345206268692396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116345206268692396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116345206268692396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/2006/11/soro-da-baladeira-venha-meu-divino.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825552799816898712</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-37357947.post-116330396214210813</id><published>2006-11-11T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:59:22.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/4194/1600/maos%20dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/4194/320/maos%20dadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer ser minha namoradaAh, que linda namorada, você poderia ser.Se quiser ser somente minha, exatamente essa coisinhaEssa coisa toda minha, que ninguém mais pode serVocê tem que me fazer um juramentoDe só ter um pensamento, ser 'só minha até morrer.E também de não perder esse jeitinho, de falar devagarinho, essas histórias de você.E de repente me fazer muito carinho, e chorar bem de mansinhoSem ninguém saber por que.E se mais do que minha namoradaVocê quer ser minha amada, minha amada mais amada, pra valerAquela amada pelo amor predestinadaSem a qual a vida é nada, sem a qual se quer morrerVocê tem que vir comigo em meu caminhoE talvez o meu caminho, seja triste pra vocêOs seus olhos tem que ser só dos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;os seus braços o meu ninhoNo silêncio de depois&lt;br /&gt;E você tem que ser a estrela derradeiraMinha amiga e companheira, no infinito de nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicíus de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[je suis foul par toi]&lt;br /&gt;;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37357947-116330396214210813?l=demaindemain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/feeds/116330396214210813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37357947&amp;postID=116330396214210813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116330396214210813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116330396214210813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/2006/11/se-voc-quer-ser-minha-namoradaah-que.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825552799816898712</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-37357947.post-116300302579556589</id><published>2006-11-08T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:31:29.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/4194/1600/Olhos.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7804/4194/320/Olhos.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aujourd'hui simplement je n'ai pas temps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais quand il viendra demain, je ferai toutes les choses que désirer et tout sera meilleur. Demain j'arrangerai temps pra faire tout arriver parce que dans le fond je sais que si je ne fais pas maintenant rien il n'ira pas ne pas arriver, parce que le demain ne viendra pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAIS AUJOURD'HUI NON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37357947-116300302579556589?l=demaindemain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/feeds/116300302579556589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37357947&amp;postID=116300302579556589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116300302579556589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37357947/posts/default/116300302579556589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demaindemain.blogspot.com/2006/11/aujourdhui-simplement-je-nai-pas-temps.html' title=''/><author><name>daniel souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15825552799816898712</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
