<?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-5403605974920154756</id><updated>2012-02-04T07:10:36.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Som Para Duas...</title><subtitle type='html'>Queremos partilhar contigo a magia que vivemos juntas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliana Belo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02955926381201197680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SYOECS8tnuI/AAAAAAAAABo/S0X6w57Uvz0/S220/215magiabonequinhas.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-6154286974397633217</id><published>2009-02-14T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:52:16.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clica na imagem para ver maior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SZcgZvHfv7I/AAAAAAAAACo/X3R624lymIU/s1600-h/Amigo+(Alexandre+O%27Neil).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302742712768774066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 520px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SZcgZvHfv7I/AAAAAAAAACo/X3R624lymIU/s400/Amigo+(Alexandre+O%27Neil).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De: Mim...&lt;br /&gt;Para: Ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-6154286974397633217?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/6154286974397633217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=6154286974397633217&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/6154286974397633217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/6154286974397633217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2009/02/amigo-alexandre-oneil.html' title='Clica na imagem para ver maior...'/><author><name>Juliana Belo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02955926381201197680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SYOECS8tnuI/AAAAAAAAABo/S0X6w57Uvz0/S220/215magiabonequinhas.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SZcgZvHfv7I/AAAAAAAAACo/X3R624lymIU/s72-c/Amigo+(Alexandre+O%27Neil).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-3151911014338236282</id><published>2008-08-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:09:33.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Wish Upon a Star (Jesse McCartney)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Star light, star bright, The first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="50" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRWNmM6_1uQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRWNmM6_1uQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;Anything your heart desires&lt;br /&gt;Will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;No request is to extreme&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;As dreamers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is kind&lt;br /&gt;She brings to those who love&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bolt out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Fate steps in and sees you through&lt;br /&gt;When you wished upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;No request is to extreme&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;As dreamers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Your dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neste Final de Julho, vimos juntas uma estrela cadente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;De: Mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Para. Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-3151911014338236282?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/3151911014338236282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=3151911014338236282&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/3151911014338236282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/3151911014338236282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-wish-upon-star-jesse-mccartney.html' title='When You Wish Upon a Star (Jesse McCartney)'/><author><name>Alice Matos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593182370703711675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LIfF4D0Wzt0/SHeL-L1OXhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-tbRqq0iwR8/S220/IMG_3682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-3952522001779137940</id><published>2008-07-25T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:35:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Like the Wind (Patrick Swayze)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nosso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; segundo vídeo, mor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqqsBwsKB_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqqsBwsKB_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;De: Mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Para: Ti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-3952522001779137940?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/3952522001779137940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=3952522001779137940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/3952522001779137940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/3952522001779137940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-like-wind-patrick-swayze.html' title='She&apos;s Like the Wind (Patrick Swayze)'/><author><name>Juliana Belo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02955926381201197680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SYOECS8tnuI/AAAAAAAAABo/S0X6w57Uvz0/S220/215magiabonequinhas.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-487842779816114286</id><published>2008-04-09T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:04:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to spend my lifetime loving you... (Marc Anthony e Tina Arena)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhaX4LRZeag&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhaX4LRZeag&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morxinhuh... O início da nossa colecção...&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmtmt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-487842779816114286?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/487842779816114286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=487842779816114286&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/487842779816114286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/487842779816114286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-spend-my-lifetime-loving-you.html' title='I want to spend my lifetime loving you... (Marc Anthony e Tina Arena)'/><author><name>Juliana Belo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02955926381201197680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SYOECS8tnuI/AAAAAAAAABo/S0X6w57Uvz0/S220/215magiabonequinhas.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-5320067323240542309</id><published>2007-12-18T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:47:12.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgZftrobqlg&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's two things I know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;She was sent here from heaven, and she’s daddy’s little girl.&lt;br /&gt;As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,&lt;br /&gt;She talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for all the joy in my life, But most of all...&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;"Walk beside the pony daddy, it’s my first ride."&lt;br /&gt;"I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right.&lt;br /&gt;To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sixteen today.&lt;br /&gt;She’s looking like her momma a little more every day.&lt;br /&gt;One part woman, the other part girl.&lt;br /&gt;To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.&lt;br /&gt;Trying her wings in a great big world. But I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;"You know how much I love you daddy, but if you don’t mind,&lt;br /&gt;I’m only going to kiss you on cheek this time."&lt;br /&gt;With all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right.&lt;br /&gt;To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the precise time.&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind, the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;Precious butterfly, spread your wings and fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll change her name today.&lt;br /&gt;She’ll make a promise, and I’ll give her away.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the bride room just staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what I’m thinking, and I said, "I’m not sure,&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl."&lt;br /&gt;Then she leaned over... and gave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses, with her mama there.&lt;br /&gt;Stickin’ little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;"Walk me down the aisle daddy, it’s just about time."&lt;br /&gt;"Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?" "Daddy don’t cry."&lt;br /&gt;With all that I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right.&lt;br /&gt;To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t ask God for more, man, this is what love is.&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve gotta let her go, but I’ll always remember.&lt;br /&gt;Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Devo ter feito algo de bom para te ter comigo...&lt;br /&gt;De mim para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-5320067323240542309?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/5320067323240542309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=5320067323240542309&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/5320067323240542309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/5320067323240542309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2007/12/butterfly-kisses-bob-carlisle.html' title='Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle'/><author><name>Alice Matos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593182370703711675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LIfF4D0Wzt0/SHeL-L1OXhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-tbRqq0iwR8/S220/IMG_3682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-7962214391760756900</id><published>2007-11-28T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:22:35.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection - Christina Aguilera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JUG5tEftuM&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;You may think you see&lt;br /&gt;Who I really am&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never know me&lt;br /&gt;Every day, is as if I play apart&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;If I wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;I can fool the world&lt;br /&gt;But I can not fool&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;I am now&lt;br /&gt;In a world where I have to&lt;br /&gt;Hide my heart&lt;br /&gt;And what I believe in&lt;br /&gt;But somehow&lt;br /&gt;I will show the world&lt;br /&gt;What’s inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;And be loved for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Someone I don’t know?&lt;br /&gt;Must I pretend that i’m&lt;br /&gt;Someone else for all time?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;There’s a heart that must&lt;br /&gt;Be free to fly&lt;br /&gt;That burns with a need&lt;br /&gt;To know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Why must we all conceal&lt;br /&gt;What we think&lt;br /&gt;How we feel&lt;br /&gt;Must there be a secret me&lt;br /&gt;I’m forced to hide?&lt;br /&gt;I won’t pretend that i’m&lt;br /&gt;Someone else&lt;br /&gt;For all time&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflections show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflections show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque tu és o espelho da minha alma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;br /&gt;Para ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-7962214391760756900?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/7962214391760756900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=7962214391760756900&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/7962214391760756900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/7962214391760756900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2007/11/look-at-me-you-may-think-you-see-who-i.html' title='Reflection - Christina Aguilera'/><author><name>Juliana Belo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02955926381201197680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SYOECS8tnuI/AAAAAAAAABo/S0X6w57Uvz0/S220/215magiabonequinhas.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-2794497127739792172</id><published>2007-09-14T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:14:46.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A La Nanita Nana - The Cheetah Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovS4C9LPNQ0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella,&lt;br /&gt;Mi Nina tiene sueno, bendito sea, bendito sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella,&lt;br /&gt;Mi Nina tiene sueno, bendito sea, bendito sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuentecita que corres clara y sonora,&lt;br /&gt;Ruisenor que la selva cantando lloras,&lt;br /&gt;Callad mientras la cuna se balansea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la nanita nana, nanita ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella,&lt;br /&gt;Mi Nina tiene sueno, bendito sea, bendito sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuentecita que corres clara y sonora,&lt;br /&gt;Ruisenor que la selva cantando Iloras,&lt;br /&gt;Callad mientras la cuna se balansea.&lt;br /&gt;A la nanita nana, nanita ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para a minha Nanita com amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right" height="220" width="240"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glassy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-2794497127739792172?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/2794497127739792172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=2794497127739792172&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/2794497127739792172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/2794497127739792172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2007/09/al-la-nanita-nana-cheetah-girls.html' title='A La Nanita Nana - The Cheetah Girls'/><author><name>Alice Matos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593182370703711675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LIfF4D0Wzt0/SHeL-L1OXhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-tbRqq0iwR8/S220/IMG_3682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-6937489996414788961</id><published>2007-07-17T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:14:01.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My December - Josh Groban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;This is my time of the year&lt;br /&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;This is all so clear&lt;br /&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;This is my snow covered home&lt;br /&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;This is me alone&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel&lt;br /&gt;Like there was&lt;br /&gt;Something I missed&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Take back all&lt;br /&gt;The things I said&lt;br /&gt;To make you&lt;br /&gt;Feel like that&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel&lt;br /&gt;Like there was&lt;br /&gt;Something I missed&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Take back all the&lt;br /&gt;Things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Just to have somewhere&lt;br /&gt;To go to&lt;br /&gt;Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;To have someone&lt;br /&gt;To come home to&lt;br /&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;These are my snow covered dreams&lt;br /&gt;This is me pretending&lt;br /&gt;This is all I need&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel&lt;br /&gt;Like there was&lt;br /&gt;Something I missed&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Take back all&lt;br /&gt;The things I said&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel like that&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel&lt;br /&gt;Like there was&lt;br /&gt;Something I missed&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Take back all the things&lt;br /&gt;I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Just to have&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to go to&lt;br /&gt;Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;To have someone&lt;br /&gt;To come home to&lt;br /&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;This is my time of the year&lt;br /&gt;This is my December&lt;br /&gt;This is all so clear&lt;br /&gt;And I give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Just to have somewhere&lt;br /&gt;To go to&lt;br /&gt;Give it all away&lt;br /&gt;To have someone&lt;br /&gt;To come home to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ew-kk5Xt4Ps" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;De mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-6937489996414788961?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/6937489996414788961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=6937489996414788961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/6937489996414788961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/6937489996414788961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-december-josh-groban.html' title='My December - Josh Groban'/><author><name>Juliana Belo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02955926381201197680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SYOECS8tnuI/AAAAAAAAABo/S0X6w57Uvz0/S220/215magiabonequinhas.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-2126078005627718080</id><published>2007-07-09T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:10:33.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Petit Prince - Saint Exupéry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Chapitre XIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La quatrième planète était celle du businessman. Cet homme était si occupé qu'il ne leva même pas la tête à l'arrivée du petit prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIfF4D0Wzt0/RpLRwj8_oaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2ms7kw9Ob6Q/s1600-h/le+businessman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085357561469706658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIfF4D0Wzt0/RpLRwj8_oaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2ms7kw9Ob6Q/s320/le+businessman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bonjour, lui dit celui-ci. Votre cigarette est éteinte.&lt;br /&gt;- Trois et deux font cinq. Cinq et sept douze. Douze et trois quinze. Bonjour. Quinze et sept vingt-deux. Vingt-deux et six vingt-huit. Pas de temps de la rallumer. Vingt-six et cinq trente et un. Ouf! Ca fait donc cinq cent un millions six cent vingt-deux mille sept cent trente et un.&lt;br /&gt;- Cinq cents millions de quoi?&lt;br /&gt;- Hein? Tu es toujours là? Cinq cent un million de... je ne sais plus... J'ai tellement de travail! Je suis sérieux, moi, je ne m'amuse pas à des balivernes! Deux et cinq sept...&lt;br /&gt;- Cinq cent millions de quoi, répéta le petit prince qui jamais de sa vie, n'avait-il renoncé à une question, une fois qu'il l'avait posée.&lt;br /&gt;Le businessman leva la tête:&lt;br /&gt;- Depuis cinquante-quatre ans que j'habite cette planète-ci, je n'ai été dérangé que trois fois. la première fois ç'a été, il y a vingt-deux ans, par un hanneton qui était tombé Dieu sait d'où. Il répandait un bruit épouvantable, et j'ai fait quatre erreurs dans une addition. la seconde fois ç'à été, il y a onze ans, par une crise de rhumatisme. Je suis sérieux, moi. la troisième fois... la voici! Je disais donc cinq cent un millions...&lt;br /&gt;- Millions de quoi?&lt;br /&gt;Le businessman comprit qu'il n'était point d'espoir de paix:&lt;br /&gt;- Millions de ces petites choses que l'on voit quelquefois dans le ciel.&lt;br /&gt;- Des mouches?&lt;br /&gt;- Mais non, des petites choses qui brillent.&lt;br /&gt;- Des abeilles?&lt;br /&gt;- Mais non. Des petites choses dorées qui font rêvasser les fainéants. Mais je suis sérieux, moi! Je n'ai pas le temps de rêvasser.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah! des étoiles?&lt;br /&gt;- C'est bien ça. Des étoiles.&lt;br /&gt;- Et que fais-tu des cinq cent millions d'étoiles?&lt;br /&gt;- Cinq cent un millions six cent vingt-deux mille sept cent trente et un. Je suis un homme sérieux, moi, je suis précis.&lt;br /&gt;- Et que fais-tu de ces étoiles?&lt;br /&gt;- Ce que j'en fais?&lt;br /&gt;- Oui.&lt;br /&gt;- Rien. Je les possède.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu possèdes les étoiles?&lt;br /&gt;- Oui.&lt;br /&gt;- Mais j'ai déjà vu un roi qui...&lt;br /&gt;- Les rois ne possèdent pas. Ils "règnent" sur. C'est très différent.&lt;br /&gt;- Et à quoi cela te sert-il de posséder les étoiles?&lt;br /&gt;- Ca me sert à être riche.&lt;br /&gt;- Et à quoi cela te sert-il d'être riche?&lt;br /&gt;- A acheter d'autres étoiles, si quelqu'un en trouve.&lt;br /&gt;Celui-là, se dit en lui-même le petit prince, il raisonne un peu comme mon ivrogne.&lt;br /&gt;Cependant il posa encore des questions:&lt;br /&gt;- Comment peut-on posséder les étoiles?&lt;br /&gt;- A qui sont-elles? riposta, grincheux, le businessman.&lt;br /&gt;- Je ne sais pas. A personne.&lt;br /&gt;- Alors elles sont à moi, car j'y ai pensé le premier.&lt;br /&gt;- Ca suffit?&lt;br /&gt;- Bien sûr. Quand tu trouves un diament qui n'est à personne, il est à toi. Quand tu trouves une île qui n'est à personne, elle est à toi. Quand tu as une idée le premier, tu la fais breveter: elle est à toi. Et moi je possède les étoiles, puisque jamais personne avant moi n'a songé à les posséder.&lt;br /&gt;- Ca c'est vrai, dit le petit prince. Et qu'en fais-tu?&lt;br /&gt;- Je les gère. Je les compte et je les recompte, dit le businessman. C'est difficile. Mais je suis un homme sérieux!&lt;br /&gt;Le petit prince n'était pas satisfait encore.&lt;br /&gt;- Moi, si je possède un foulard, je puis le mettre autour de mon cou et l'emporter. Moi, si je possède une fleur, je puis cueillir ma fleur et l'emporter. Mais tu ne peux pas cueillir les étoiles!&lt;br /&gt;- Non, mais je puis les placer en banque.&lt;br /&gt;- Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire?&lt;br /&gt;- Ca veut dire que j'écris sur un petit papier le nombre de mes étoiles. Et puis j'enferme à clef ce papier-là dans un tiroir.&lt;br /&gt;- Et c'est tout?&lt;br /&gt;- Ca suffit!&lt;br /&gt;C'est amusant, pensa le petit prince. C'est assez poétique. Mais ce n'est pas très sérieux.&lt;br /&gt;Le petit prince avait sur les choses sérieuses des idées très différentes des idées des grandes personnes.&lt;br /&gt;- Moi, dit-il encore, je possède une fleur que j'arrose tous les jours. Je possède trois volcans que je ramone toutes les semaines. Car je ramone aussi celui qui est éteint. On ne sait jamais. C'est utile à mes volcans, et c'est aussi utile à ma fleur, que je les possède. Mais tu n'est pas utile aux étoiles...&lt;br /&gt;Le businessman ouvrit la bouche mais ne trouva rien à répondre, et le petit prince s'en fut.&lt;br /&gt;Les grandes personnes sont décidément tout à fait extraordinaires, se disait-il en lui même durant son voyage." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oRr1K5S2Vg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mim para ti...&lt;br /&gt;Lice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-2126078005627718080?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/2126078005627718080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=2126078005627718080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/2126078005627718080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/2126078005627718080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapitre-xiii-la-quatrime-plante-tait.html' title='Le Petit Prince - Saint Exupéry'/><author><name>Alice Matos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593182370703711675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LIfF4D0Wzt0/SHeL-L1OXhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-tbRqq0iwR8/S220/IMG_3682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIfF4D0Wzt0/RpLRwj8_oaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2ms7kw9Ob6Q/s72-c/le+businessman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-2712647727926500842</id><published>2007-07-02T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:53:42.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama - Il Divo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama thank you for who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for all the things I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me for the words unsaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the timesI forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama remember all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You showed me love, you sacrificed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of those young and early days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I've changedalong the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know you believed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know you had dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm sorry it took all this time to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I am where I am because of your truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you, I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama forgive the times you cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me for not making right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of the storms I may have caused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've been wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dry your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know you believed&lt;br /&gt;And I know you had dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry it took all this time to see&lt;br /&gt;That I am where I am because of your truth&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama I hope this makes you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you're happy with my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At peace with every choice I made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I've changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know you believed in all of my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I owe it all to you, Mama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TWJTKc2-SWU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;De mim para ti... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Belo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02955926381201197680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seMGkmulsek/SYOECS8tnuI/AAAAAAAAABo/S0X6w57Uvz0/S220/215magiabonequinhas.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403605974920154756.post-4971033236289861838</id><published>2007-06-28T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:21:25.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby - Josh Groban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hush now baby don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Rest your wings my butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Peace will come to you in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I will sing this lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know though I must leave my child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That I would stay here by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And if you wake before I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remember this sweet lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, through darkness, don't you ever stop believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;With love alone, with love you'll find your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has turned the day to dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I leave this night with heavy heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When I return to dry your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I will sing this lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes I will sing this lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mim para ti... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pR4mtrkSkhk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403605974920154756-4971033236289861838?l=umsomparaduas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umsomparaduas.blogspot.com/feeds/4971033236289861838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403605974920154756&amp;postID=4971033236289861838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403605974920154756/posts/default/4971033236289861838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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