<?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-6155726552493071284</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:17:54.102-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba aqui, samba alí, samba lá.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falaflora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6155726552493071284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falaflora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flora Marchetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902879499000527665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qrCokDQuIlg/S0dX4Qfpk-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yUzL0g6AjeQ/S220/2010+204.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155726552493071284.post-6874184230864905413</id><published>2009-10-30T22:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:09:02.788-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;“João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo que amava Maria que amava Joaquim que amava Lili que não amava ninguém. João foi para os Estados Unidos, Teresa para o convento, Raimundo morreu de desastre, Maria ficou para tia, Joaquim suicidou-se e Lili casou com J. Pinto Fernandes que não tinha entrado na história.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;“Adão gerou Sete que gerou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Enos&lt;/span&gt; que gerou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cainã&lt;/span&gt; que gerou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maalaleel&lt;/span&gt;, que gerou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jarede&lt;/span&gt; que gerou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Enoque&lt;/span&gt; que gerou Matusalém, que gerou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lameque&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; que gerou Noé, que gerou Sem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Camélia ficou viúva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;  Joana se apaixonou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;  Maria tentou a morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;  Por causa do seu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Solidão, palavra&lt;br /&gt; Cavada no coração&lt;br /&gt; Resignado e mudo&lt;br /&gt; No compasso da desilusão...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Devias vir&lt;br /&gt;Para ver os meus olhos tristonhos&lt;br /&gt;E, quem sabe, sonhar os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;por fim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Queixo-me às rosas, mas que bobagem&lt;br /&gt;As rosas não falam&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente as rosas exalam&lt;br /&gt;O perfume que roubam de ti, ai...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Se jura me dar teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Me entrego se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;voce&lt;/span&gt; jurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Então jura, jura, jura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;O meu coração, hoje tem paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Decepção, ficou pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Eu encontrei um grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; felicidade enfim chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A gente se fala no olhar... no olhar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; É água de chuva no mar... no mar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Caminha pro mesmo lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Sem pressa sem medo de errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; É tão bonito, é tão bonito o nosso amor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; A gente tem tanto querer... querer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Faz até a terra tremer... tremer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; A luz que reluz meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; O sol do meu amanhecer, é você !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Na tentativa de sentir teu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Minha emoção tem sido tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fulgás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Em cada corpo que não vê o teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Faz carinho e sexo, mas amor não faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Meu bem eu vou me embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; não fique triste mulher de malandro não chora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Vou vender bala de coco, barbatana e rapadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Oh meu bem só tenho medo do fiscal da prefeitura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; pra arrumar algum dinheiro, garantir nossa gordura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; vou em algum velório de rico, vou chorar na sepultura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Marchetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15902879499000527665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qrCokDQuIlg/S0dX4Qfpk-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yUzL0g6AjeQ/S220/2010+204.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155726552493071284.post-8251162153960378491</id><published>2009-06-17T01:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:56:17.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Pense uma coisa bem boa, que num instante você voa..."(Peter Pan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6155726552493071284-8251162153960378491?l=falaflora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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