<?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-1330747796666577417</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:55:23.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzumbidosss</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog de: Isa Romana Morgado Rodrigues Brito.

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Aqui libertarei os meus Zumbidos**</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330747796666577417.post-2232932844845006479</id><published>2009-09-09T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:54:17.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signo de PEIXES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SqeCK1WY6xI/AAAAAAAAACM/WW7fBnuCVQ8/s1600-h/peixes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379411402548636434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SqeCK1WY6xI/AAAAAAAAACM/WW7fBnuCVQ8/s320/peixes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma grande personalidade aventureira marcada pela coragem marca este signo. Alegria e boa disposição, agradando às pessoas que o rodeiam, são das suas melhores qualidades. Há uma grande curiosidade pela novidade e desconhecido neste signo, sendo também muito sedutor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mulher de peixes mexe com os corações masculinos. É uma pessoa flexível, meiga, sonhadora, adorável de se conviver, apaixonada e sensível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São pessoas gentis, dóceis e possuem uma sagacidade invejáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simbolo do cristianismo, demonstram um desejo enorme de servir a humanidade. São características deste signo a confusão, a incerteza, a intuição, a introspecção, a timidez e a empatia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pisciano é uma fonte de emoções profundas e apaixonantes que nem sempre sabe o que fazer com as suas emoções; em consequência disto é vítima de constantes mudanças de humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No relacionamento amoroso é romântico, sensível, muito delicado, carinhoso e pode gabar-se de conhecer o milagre do perdão e a grandeza do amor incondicional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pisciano tem de ter consciência que não consegue viver sem amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pescar alguém do signo de peixes pode parecer uma tarefa fácil, mas mantê-lo é outra história completamente diferente. Se está interessado em alguém deste signo, não pense em possuí-lo nem tão pouco ache que o conseguiu agarrar, porque ele é escorregadio como um peixe e fugidio como um reflexo na água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não exija que um pisciano faça exactamente o que foi combinado, porque "regras" é uma palavra que não existe no seu dicionário. Para agradar este ser multifacetado, sensível e receptivo não tenha medo de ser romântico, mas também não caia na lamechice, o equilibrio é fundamental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ciume é um sentimento que não deve nunca existir num relacionamaneto em que uma das pessoas pertence ao signo de peixes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante uma discussão é preferível que esta seja levada até às últimas consequências em vez de deixasr que determinados detalhes sejam esclarecidos mais tarde. O pisciano nunca aceitará uma mágoa ou um ressentimento por parte da pessoa amada. Ele é mais do que sensível para compreender as queixas do seu parceiro mas nunca poderá aceitar a sua indiferença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pisciano faz de tudo para dar prazer ao seu parceiro e o seu beijo é leve e suave. Gosta de se sentir amado e querido nos momentos mais íntimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A excessiva sensibilidade do nativo de peixes é a sua grande aliada, podendo ser aplicada na música, pintura e teatro, no fundo é a sua grande missão aqui na Terra. O pisciano é um psicólogo nato e esta é a área mais indicada para ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A música é uma das artes que consegue tirá-los da realidade. Pela mesma razão, recriam a realidade através de filmes, fotografias, cenários e tudo o que diz respeito ao mundo das ilusões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-2232932844845006479?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/2232932844845006479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/09/signo-de-peixes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/2232932844845006479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/2232932844845006479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/09/signo-de-peixes.html' title='Signo de PEIXES'/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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/_xtRZt5E3svw/SqeCK1WY6xI/AAAAAAAAACM/WW7fBnuCVQ8/s72-c/peixes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330747796666577417.post-8530609290853051422</id><published>2009-09-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:19:07.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sp0jUZWBuDI/AAAAAAAAACE/gUyPnObcPVw/s1600-h/bono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492363457869874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sp0jUZWBuDI/AAAAAAAAACE/gUyPnObcPVw/s320/bono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A paixão é pura ARTE!&lt;br /&gt;Assim como contemplamos um quadro; queremos vê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando contemplamos uma obra artística plástica; queremos tocá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Quando contemplamos uma música; queremos senti-la.&lt;br /&gt;É uma dança de sombra e cores que percorre pela beleza que está formada no seu subconciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somos envenenados com uma espécie de sedativo que nos detém na perfeição num estado de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-8530609290853051422?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8530609290853051422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/09/paixao-e-pura-arte-assim-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/8530609290853051422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/8530609290853051422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/09/paixao-e-pura-arte-assim-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sp0jUZWBuDI/AAAAAAAAACE/gUyPnObcPVw/s72-c/bono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330747796666577417.post-414357902334670846</id><published>2009-08-21T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:16:55.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Próximos Espectáculos Isa Brito:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 de Setembro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- Cantar no Jantar do Drº. Seruca Emídio - AquaShow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 de Setembro - Hotel Gran Baía - Albufeira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 de Setembro - Al Mouraria em estúdio (início de gravação do novo CD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 de Setembro - em Alte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 de Setembro - Largo de São Francisco - Loulé - Projecto Tudo Isto é Fado 21.30h&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 de Outubro - Nakofino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-414357902334670846?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/414357902334670846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/proximos-espectaculos-isa-brito-4-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/414357902334670846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/414357902334670846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/proximos-espectaculos-isa-brito-4-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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-1330747796666577417.post-8800166324031474244</id><published>2009-08-19T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:54:57.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SowmZwyjq6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/bEsTlTRk2N0/s1600-h/beee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371710679581698978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SowmZwyjq6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/bEsTlTRk2N0/s320/beee.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ó Abelha Rainha faz de mim um instrumento do teu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Sim, e de tua glória&lt;br /&gt;Pois se é noite de completa escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Provo do favo do teu mel&lt;br /&gt;Cavo a direita claridade do céu&lt;br /&gt;E agarro o sol com a mão&lt;br /&gt;É meio dia, é meia noite, e toda a hora&lt;br /&gt;Lambe olhos, torce cabelos, feiticeira vamo-nos embora&lt;br /&gt;É meio dia, é meia noite, faz zum zum na testa&lt;br /&gt;Na janela, na fresta da telha&lt;br /&gt;Pela escada, pela porta, pela estrada toda a fora&lt;br /&gt;Anima de vida o seio da floresta&lt;br /&gt;O amor empresta a praia deserta zumbe na orelha, concha do mar&lt;br /&gt;Ó abelha, boca de mel, carmin, carnuda, vermelha&lt;br /&gt;Ó abelha rainha faz de mim um instrumento do seu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Sim, e de tua glória, de tua glória, de tua glória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-8800166324031474244?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/8800166324031474244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/mel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/8800166324031474244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/8800166324031474244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/mel.html' title='Mel'/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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/_xtRZt5E3svw/SowmZwyjq6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/bEsTlTRk2N0/s72-c/beee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330747796666577417.post-4467939312961792619</id><published>2009-08-18T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:21:45.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Soq4Tgodb-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7fQjunKnViQ/s1600-h/l%C3%ADrios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371308150909399010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Soq4Tgodb-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7fQjunKnViQ/s320/l%C3%ADrios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lírios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me dês rosas, se te peço lírios&lt;br /&gt;O aroma do lírio é bem diferente&lt;br /&gt;E não te pedi rosas, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Pedi-te lírios de um lilás ardente&lt;br /&gt;E as rosas, sabes bem, são de outra cor&lt;br /&gt;Pedi-te lírios, só me trazes rosas&lt;br /&gt;Não quero rosas tontas de perfume&lt;br /&gt;Só lírios roxos, tristes como eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Como o amargo aroma do ciúme&lt;br /&gt;Do louco amor sem freio que te dou&lt;br /&gt;Deste-me rosas e pedi-te lírios&lt;br /&gt;Vê bem como são frágeis estas rosas&lt;br /&gt;Vê como pendem prestes a murchar&lt;br /&gt;E os lírios que pedi, não me deste&lt;br /&gt;Florescem-me nas mãos para te dar&lt;br /&gt;As rosas, sabes bem são de outra cor&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me lírios, só lírios, meu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-4467939312961792619?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/4467939312961792619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/lirios-nao-me-des-rosas-se-te-peco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/4467939312961792619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/4467939312961792619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/lirios-nao-me-des-rosas-se-te-peco.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Soq4Tgodb-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7fQjunKnViQ/s72-c/l%C3%ADrios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330747796666577417.post-1252235283100596200</id><published>2009-08-18T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:15:19.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão Flamenca - Cigano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SoqLnsmBmrI/AAAAAAAAABs/VELwr0mJIZY/s1600-h/tablado-flamenco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371259019694545586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SoqLnsmBmrI/AAAAAAAAABs/VELwr0mJIZY/s320/tablado-flamenco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cigano esguiu e trigueiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei porque me fascinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se o bater do teu pandeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se as tuas mãos peregrinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem me dera ser Cigana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver a vidas aos escolhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dentro duma caravana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E na prisão dos teus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passar a fome que tens passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cantar e viver sempre a teu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mentir nas feiras roubá-lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ser como tu ardilosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pedir por um velho cavalo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma conta fabulosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entender os dialectos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Das sensuais malaganhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijar-te os cabelos pretos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando a dançar te desgrenhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cantar, ao som das velhas violas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dançar, no bater das castanholas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-me a tua fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ensina-me tudo isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a tua raça calé &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Também possui fé em Cristo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh meu cigano adorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em troca ensino-te, o Fado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-1252235283100596200?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1252235283100596200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-flamenca-cigano_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/1252235283100596200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/1252235283100596200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-flamenca-cigano_18.html' title='Paixão Flamenca - Cigano'/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SoqLnsmBmrI/AAAAAAAAABs/VELwr0mJIZY/s72-c/tablado-flamenco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330747796666577417.post-7312828643582572661</id><published>2009-08-18T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:48:28.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actuação Auditório Loulé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sopqm2NPBnI/AAAAAAAAABc/554glSl-Bpg/s1600-h/IMG_6588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371222721211336306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sopqm2NPBnI/AAAAAAAAABc/554glSl-Bpg/s320/IMG_6588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-7312828643582572661?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/7312828643582572661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/actuacao-auditorio-loule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/7312828643582572661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/7312828643582572661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/actuacao-auditorio-loule.html' title='Actuação Auditório Loulé'/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sopqm2NPBnI/AAAAAAAAABc/554glSl-Bpg/s72-c/IMG_6588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330747796666577417.post-1269428947936676243</id><published>2009-08-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:43:26.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Auto-Retrato:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SolaWCx5EeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V6p-2uQolbw/s1600-h/rosavermelha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370923365365780962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/SolaWCx5EeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V6p-2uQolbw/s320/rosavermelha.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago uma Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberta dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei se é comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é contigo que me deito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais parece uma Romã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando aberta de noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se fecha de manhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago uma Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha Boca encarnada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera ser a Abelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tua Boca fechada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traga uma Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pus uma Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Fogueira do teu Rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereço ser condenada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Crime de Fogo Posto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago uma Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é minha Condenação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condenada a vida Inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Fogueira da Paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrevida e Perfumada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma Rosa Vaidosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha Rosa Encarnada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago uma Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Carlos Ary dos Santos/ Alain Oulman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-1269428947936676243?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/1269428947936676243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/auto-retrato-trago-uma-rosa-vermelha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/1269428947936676243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/1269428947936676243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/auto-retrato-trago-uma-rosa-vermelha.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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/_xtRZt5E3svw/SolaWCx5EeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V6p-2uQolbw/s72-c/rosavermelha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330747796666577417.post-3946957834896903319</id><published>2009-08-17T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:40:33.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8oUgkpNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iBSiD7XpvyE/s1600-h/isa-brito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370890694013789394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8oUgkpNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iBSiD7XpvyE/s320/isa-brito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loulé 2006/7 - "As coisas vulgares que há na vida não deixam saudade, só as lembranças que doem ou fazem sorrir... Há gente que fica na história, da História da gente..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas são algumas das fotografias tiradas em concertos. Aqui numa vertente mais fadista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8n3QkFVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tft7OX2m6Ek/s1600-h/l_8debf9f93e47d8b79044ef460a91efee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370890686162015570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8n3QkFVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tft7OX2m6Ek/s320/l_8debf9f93e47d8b79044ef460a91efee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granada 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À espera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os meus olhos quando te sentem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No cheiro de te encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São meninas que não mentem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brilhando por te esperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha boca logo se enfeita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despertando num sorriso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De doçura quase perfeita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desses lábios que preciso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu corpo todo incendeia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fogo que ainda arde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai meu amor como se ateia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O desejo que me invade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos nós, o nosso fado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que amortece os meus ouvidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh meu amor vem apressado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pr`á fúria dos meus sentidos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isa Brito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8nf6oobI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EHAqMo1ws6A/s1600-h/get_imagemCA5ZLRX4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370890679896023474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8nf6oobI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EHAqMo1ws6A/s320/get_imagemCA5ZLRX4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casino Vilamoura 2008 - "Há palavras que nos beijam como se tivessem boca..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8nGnIUuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/En9McoHtnQs/s1600-h/concertoalb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370890673103327970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8nGnIUuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/En9McoHtnQs/s320/concertoalb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Albufeira Lançamento do DVD Al Mouraria 11 de Julho 2009 - "O Fado dança a voz da cantadeira, assim é que é assim deve ser, ternura no gingar, as fintas do estilar, fadista deste verbo Amar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8mpL8iuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NMSDktEJfyU/s1600-h/imag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370890665204681442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8mpL8iuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NMSDktEJfyU/s320/imag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santos Populares de Quarteira&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Marcha Vasco da Gama com Pedro Viola - Junho 2009 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Cantores e Padrinhos da Marcha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330747796666577417-3946957834896903319?l=isaromanabrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/feeds/3946957834896903319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/3946957834896903319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330747796666577417/posts/default/3946957834896903319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaromanabrito.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Isa Romana Brito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11765745533382302804</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/_xtRZt5E3svw/Sok8oUgkpNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iBSiD7XpvyE/s72-c/isa-brito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
