<?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-7859269189319508805</id><updated>2011-10-11T01:18:28.785-07:00</updated><category term='Penélope - Namorinho de Portão'/><category term='I&apos;m not in Love'/><category term='These eyes'/><category term='Love Hurts'/><category term='Chico César e Lenine - Templo'/><category term='4 Non Blondes - What&apos;s Up?'/><category term='MC Hammer'/><category term='Disritmia'/><category term='Noriel Villela'/><category term='Pena Branca e Xavantinho'/><category term='The Guess Who'/><category term='Jon Anderson e Vangelis - Deborah'/><category term='Cassia Eller - Malandragem'/><category term='Bread - If'/><category term='Dalida'/><category term='All Out Of Love'/><category term='Gerry Rafferty - 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Skyline Pigeon'/><category term='Biafra - Sonho de Ícaro'/><category term='Only if'/><category term='Bryan Adams - (Everything I Do) I Do It For You'/><category term='Paul McCrane'/><category term='Jon Secada'/><category term='Lost in Love'/><category term='Nikka Costa - On my own'/><category term='Kung Fu Fighting'/><category term='George Michael'/><category term='Chico César - Mama África'/><category term='Only The Loney'/><category term='Pop Tops'/><category term='Roy Orbison'/><category term='Pholhas - My Mistake'/><category term='Caribbean Blue'/><category term='Orinoco Flow'/><category term='Dolores O&apos;Riordan - October'/><category term='Elton John - Sacrifice'/><category term='Shakira - Inevitable'/><category term='And I Love You So'/><category term='10CC'/><title type='text'>Nostalgicum</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque o passado pulsa agora, e o presente é a saudade de amanhã</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-8374974421613575852</id><published>2011-05-15T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:06:48.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rod Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailing'/><title type='text'>Rod Stewart</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;b&gt;Rod Stewart&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Sailing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=421deb5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;I am sailing, I am sailing Home again across the sea I am sailing, stormy waters To be near you, to be free I am flying, I am flying Like a bird across the sky I am flying, passing high clouds To be near you, to be free Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Through the dark night, far away I am dying, forever crying To be with you, who can say? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Through the dark night, far away. I am dying, forever crying, To be near you, who can say? We are sailing, we are sailing, Home again across the sea. We are sailing stormy waters, To be near you, to be free. Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free. Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free, Oh Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/reuhRjgB6xg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-8374974421613575852?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/8374974421613575852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2011/05/rod-stewart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/8374974421613575852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/8374974421613575852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2011/05/rod-stewart.html' title='Rod Stewart'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/reuhRjgB6xg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-5708355895375185649</id><published>2011-05-15T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T14:56:05.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazareth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>Nazareth</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;b&gt;Nazareth&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Love hurts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a77591d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love hurts, love scars, love wounds' and most &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Any heart not tough or strong enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Love hurts, oh, oh love hurts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;I'm young, I know, but even so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know a thing or two, I learned from you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; display: inline !important; "&gt;I really learned a lot, really learned a lot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Love is like a flame it burns you when it's hot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Love hurts, oh, oh, love hurts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Some fools think of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Some fools fool themselves, I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They're not foolin' me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Love is just a lie made to make you blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Love hurts, oh, oh love hurts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Oh, oh, love hurts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; display: inline !important; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/soDZBW-1P04?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&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/7859269189319508805-5708355895375185649?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/5708355895375185649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2011/05/nazareth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/5708355895375185649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/5708355895375185649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2011/05/nazareth.html' title='Nazareth'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/soDZBW-1P04/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-782301637423268223</id><published>2010-04-30T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:16:03.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost in Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making Love Out of Nothing At All'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Out Of Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air Supply'/><title type='text'>Air Supply</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Air Supply&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;All Out Of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1ea9c59" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm lying alone with my head on the phone Thinking of you till it hurts I know you hurt too but what else can we do Tormented and torn apart I wish I could carry your smile in my heart For the times when my life seems so low It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know [Chorus] I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without youI know you were right, believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without youI can't be too late to say that I was so wrong I want you to come back and carry me home Away from these long, lonely nightsI'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem oh, so right? And what would you say if I called on you now And said that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, it gets harder each day Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone... [Chorus] Oh, what are you thinking of? What are you thinking of? Oh what are you thinking of? What are you thinking of? [Chorus 3x].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/daOctMOrmFA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/daOctMOrmFA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Air Supply&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Lost in ove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f7aa9fa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I realise the best part of love is the thinnest slice And it don't count for much but I'm notletting goI believe there's still much to believe in So lift your eyes if you feel you can reach for a star and I'll show you a planI've figured it outwhat I needed was someone to show me You know you can't fool meI've been loving you too long It started so easy You want to carry on (carry on) Lost in love and I don't know much Was I thinking aloud Fell out of touch But I'm back on my feet Eager to be what you wanted So lift your eyes if you feel you canreach for a star and I'll show you a plan I've figured it out what I needed was someone to show me You know you can't fool meI've been loving you too long It started so easy You want to carry on (carry on) Lost in love and I don't know much Was I thinking aloud Fell out of touch But I'm back on my feet Eager to be what you wanted You know you can't fool meI've been loving you too long It started so easyYou want to carry on (carry on) Lost in love and I don't know much Was I thinking aloud Fell out of touchBut I'm back on my feetEager to be what you wanted Now I'm lost Lost in love Lost in love Lost in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HpntNDAYltM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HpntNDAYltM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Air Supply&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Making love out of nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fb6d7d3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I know just how to whisper And I know just how to cry I know just where to find the answers And I know just how to lie I know just how to fake it And I know just how to scheme I know just when to face the truth And then I know just when to dream And I know just where to touch you And I know just what to proveI know when to pull you closer And I know when to let you loose And I know the night is fading And I know the time's gonna fly And I’m never gonna tell you Everything I gotta tell you But I know I gotta give it a try And I know the roads to riches And I know the ways to fameI know all the rules And I know how to break 'em And I always know the name of the game But I don't know how to leave you And I'll never let you fall And I don't know how you do it Making love Out nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all Making love out of nothing at all Every time I see you all the rays of the sun are Streaming through the waves in your hair And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes Like a spotlight The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost And it's looking for a rhythm like you You can take the darkness from the pit of the night And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know Well it's nothing till I give it to you I can make the runner stumble I can make the final block And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle, I can make all the stadiums rock! And I can make tonight forever Or I can make it disappear by the dawn And I can make you every promise that hasever been made, andI can make all your demons be gone But I'm never gonna make it without you Do you really wanna see me crawl And I’m never gonna make it like you do Making love out of nothing at all Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lE6Htee0sA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lE6Htee0sA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-782301637423268223?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/782301637423268223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/air-supply.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/782301637423268223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/782301637423268223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/air-supply.html' title='Air Supply'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-2639045198922491760</id><published>2010-04-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:28:34.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon Secada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Another Day'/><title type='text'>Jon Secada</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Jon Secada&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Just Another Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a7b1e97" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Morning alone When you come home I breath a little faster Every time we're together It'd never be the same If you're not here How can you stay away, away so long. Why can't we stay together Give me a reason Give me a reason. I, I don't wanna say it I don't wanna find another way Make it trough the day without you I, I can't resist Trying to find exactly what I miss It's just another day without you Making the time Find the right lines To make you stay forever What do I have to tell you I'm just trying to hold on to something (Trying to hold on to something good) Give us a chance to make it. Don't wanna hold on to never I'm not that strong I'm not that strong. I, I don't wanna say it I don't wanna find another way Make it trough the day without youI, I, I can't resist Trying to find exactly what I miss It's just another day without you. Why can't you stay forever Just give me a reason Give me a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CSqPbZnVjXQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CSqPbZnVjXQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-0NY4Rehaw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-0NY4Rehaw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yfu9egNOdA"&gt;Versão da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-2639045198922491760?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/2639045198922491760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/jon-secada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/2639045198922491760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/2639045198922491760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/jon-secada.html' title='Jon Secada'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-188676771803659571</id><published>2010-04-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:08:00.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do that to me one more time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain e Tennille'/><title type='text'>Captain &amp; Tennille</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Captain &amp;amp; Tennille&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Do that to me one more time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2d98cc2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Do that to me one more time Once is never enough with a man like you Do that to me one more timeI can never get enough of a man like you Whoa-oh-oh, kiss me like you just did Oh, baby, do that to me once again Pass that by me one more time Once is never enough for my heart to hear Whoa-oh-oh, tell it to me one more time I can never hear enough while I got'ya near Whoa-oh-oh, say those words again that you just did Oh, baby tell it to me once again Do that to me one more time Once is never enough with a man like you Whoa-oh-oh, do that to me one more time I can never get enough of a man like you Whoa-oh-oh, kiss me like you just did Oh, baby do that to me once again Whoa-oh-oh, baby, do that to me once again Whoa-oh-ho-oh-oh-oh, baby, do that to me one moretime Do it againOne more timeDo it again One more time Do it againOne more time Do it again One more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFN_uaNRWOo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFN_uaNRWOo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-188676771803659571?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/188676771803659571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/captain-tennille.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/188676771803659571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/188676771803659571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/captain-tennille.html' title='Captain &amp; Tennille'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-4302403851237150751</id><published>2010-04-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:20:38.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love to love you baby'/><title type='text'>Donna Summer</title><content type='html'>1. Donna Summer, &lt;em&gt;Love to love you, baby&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a3a6370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I love to love you baby... When you're laying so close to me there's no place I'd rather you be than with me here I love to love you baby... Do it to me again and again you put me in such an awful spin in a spin I love to love you baby... Lay your head down real close to me soothe my mind and set me free set me free I love to love you baby... When you're laying so close to me there's no place I'd rather you be than with me here I love to love you baby... Do it to me again and again you put me in such an awful spin in a spin I love to love you baby... I love to love you baby... I love to love you baby... Love to love you baby baby... I love to love you baby... When you're laying so close to me there's no place I'd rather you be than with me here I love to love you baby... Do it to me again and again you put me in such an awful spin in a spin I love to love you baby Lay your head down so close to soothe my mind and set me free set me free I love to love you baby When you're laying so close to me there's no place I'd rather you be than with me here I love to love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V86XLYuwhdU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V86XLYuwhdU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/donna-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/4302403851237150751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/4302403851237150751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/donna-summer.html' title='Donna Summer'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-7274260373036724750</id><published>2010-04-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:20:52.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezesseis Toneladas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudosa Bahia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Só o Ôme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noriel Villela'/><title type='text'>Noriel Villela</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Noriel Villela&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Dezesseis Toneladas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Beo_jHowU-I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Beo_jHowU-I&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sente este samba quente Que é muito legal É super pra frente É bem genial Embalo como este Só quem vai curtir Quem não se machucar Quando deixar cair Por isso vem, vem Embale na nossa Este balanço Tira qualquer um da fossa Ele é um barato e é da pesada Esse é o famoso 16 toneladas Eu bolei o ano inteiro Este samba pra frente É gostoso paca É um samba decente Segure esta conversa Segure a jogada Quem não gosta de samba Não gosta de nada E a curtição No samba empolgado É o flamengão Num estádio lotado Turma da pesada Que segura a parada Esse é o famoso 16 toneladas Sente este samba quente Que é muito legal É super pra frente É bem genial Embalo como este Só quem vai curtir Quem não se machucar Quando deixa cair Por isso, vem, vem Embale na nossa Este balanço Tira qualquer um da fossa Ele é um barato e é da pesada Esse é o famoso 16 toneladas Eu já dei o meu recado Agora vou me mandar Vou refrescar a cuca Pra poder incrementar O nego está cansado E só da confusão Onda de pirado Deixa a gente na mão Por isso nem vem Não vai me encontrar Agora estou na minha Pois estou devagar Já disse o que queria a toda rapaziada Ai, oh ... é o 16 toneladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Noriel Villela&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Saudosa Bahia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUa92Lwxc8E&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUa92Lwxc8E&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Está fazendo três semanas que eu cheguei de lá Está fazendo três semanas que eu cheguei de lá Eu visitei trezentas e sessenta e cinco igrejas Visitei terreiros e benzi meu patuá Revi amigos e vi minha mãe querida Tenho saudades do povo de lá! Está fazendo três semanas que eu cheguei de lá Está fazendo três semanas que eu cheguei de lá No terreiro eu vi o candomblé O meu acarajé provei urugunzá Tenho saudades da minha Bahia Só tenho vontade de voltar pra lá Só tenho vontade de voltar pra lá Só tenho vontade de voltar pra lá Está fazendo três semanas que eu cheguei de lá Está fazendo três semanas que eu cheguei de lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Noriel Villela&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Só o Ôme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/am8NvEuEyb0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/am8NvEuEyb0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ah mô fio do jeito que suncê tá Só o ôme é que pode ti ajudá Ah mô fio do jeito que suncê tá Só o ôme é que pode ti ajudá Suncê compra um garrafa de marafo Marafo que eu vai dizê o nome Meia noite suncê na incruziada Distampa a garrafa e chama o ôme O galo vai cantá suncê escuta Rêia tudo no chão que tá na hora E se guáda noturno vem chegando Suncê óia pa ele que ele vai andando Ah mô fio do jeito que suncê tá Só o ôme é que pode ti ajudá Ah mô fio do jeito que suncê tá Só o ôme é que pode ti ajudá Eu estou ensinando isso a suncê Mas suncê num tem sido muito bão Tem sido mau fio mau marido Inda puxa saco di patrão Fez candonga di cumpanheiro seu Ele botou feitiço em suncê Agora só o ôme à meia noite É que seu caso pode resolvê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-7274260373036724750?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/7274260373036724750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/noriel-villela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7274260373036724750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7274260373036724750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/noriel-villela.html' title='Noriel Villela'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-2604185420389376675</id><published>2010-04-24T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T07:16:32.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owner of a Lonely Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes'/><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Owner of a Lonely heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f55c481" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Move yourself You always lived your life Never thinking of the future Prove yourself You are the move you make Take your chances, win or loser See yourself You are the steps you take You and you, and that's the only way Shake, shake yourself You're every move you make So the story goes Owner of a lonely heart Owner of a lonely heart Much better than a Owner of a broken heart Owner of a lonely heart Say you don't want to chance it You've been hurt so before Watch it now the eagle in the sky How he dancin' one and only You, lose yourself No, not for pity's sake There's no real reason to be lonely Be yourself, give your free will a chance You've got to want to succeed Owner of a lonely heartAfter my own decision They confused me so Owner of a lonely heart My love said never question your will at all In the end you've got to go look before you leap Owner of a lonely heart And don't you hesitate at all, no no Owner of a lonely heart Sooner or later each conclusion Will decide the lonely heart Owner of a lonely heart It will excite it will delight It will give a better start Owner of a lonely heart Don't deceive your free will at all Don't deceive your free will at all Owner of a lonely heart Don't deceive your free will at all Just receive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NBj9BBFnjY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NBj9BBFnjY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcDlhmrVpvw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcDlhmrVpvw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWvzZCZF1gw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWvzZCZF1gw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-2604185420389376675?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/2604185420389376675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/2604185420389376675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/2604185420389376675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-774172319532434693</id><published>2010-04-18T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:10:51.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orinoco Flow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribbean Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only if'/><title type='text'>Enya</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Enya&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Only if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6d80783" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When there's a shadow near, reach for the sun When there is loving here, look for the one And for the promises, there is the sky And for the heavens are those who can fly Chorus: If you really want to, you can hear me say Only if you want to will you find a way If you really want to you can seize the day Only if you want to will you fly away Interlude: Na na na... When there's a journey to follow the star When there's an ocean to sail to far And for the broken hearts there is the sky And for tomorrow are those who can Fly Chorus.... Bridge: Je voudrais voler, comme un oiseau d'ailleurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2C68nicab4s&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2C68nicab4s&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Enya&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Caribbean Blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=aa99d9b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;... Eurus ...... Afer Ventus ...... so the world goes round and round with all you ever knew They say the sky high above is Caribbean Blue ...... if every man says all he can, if every man is true, do I believe the sky above is Caribbean Blue ...... Boreas ...... Zephryus ...... if all you told was turned to gold, if all you dreamed was new, imagine sky high above in Caribbean Blue ...... Eurus ...Afer Ventus ...... Boreas Zephryus ...... Africus ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeYL3uhYv48&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeYL3uhYv48&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Enya&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Orinoco Flow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1931767" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco Flow, let me reach, let me beachon the shores of Tripoli. Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore, let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea. De, dede, dede, dede, dede, de Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon, from Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony, from Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon, from Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea. De, dede, dede, dede, dede, de Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, adieu. Ooh. Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, adieu. Ooh. Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, adieu. Aah... Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. From the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum, from the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon, carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been, carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen. We can sail, we can sail on the Orinoco Flow, we can sail, we can sail. (sail away, sail away, sail away) We can steer, we can near with Rob Dickins at the wheel, we can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies we can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away) We can reach, we can beach, on the shores of Tripoli, we can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away) From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea,we can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away) From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon, we can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away) We can reach, we can beach, far beyond the Yellow Sea, we can sail, we can sail (sail away, sail away, sail away) From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon, we can sail, we can sail. (sail away, sail away, sail away) We can sail, we can sail. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Sail away, sail away, sail away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfVJ11GXzXQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfVJ11GXzXQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-774172319532434693?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/774172319532434693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/enya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/774172319532434693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/774172319532434693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/enya.html' title='Enya'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-38070334527674338</id><published>2010-04-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:58:04.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mamy Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop Tops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demis Roussos'/><title type='text'>Pop Tops</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Pop Tops&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mammy_Blue"&gt;Mamy Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c8a7142" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Oh mammy Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) I may be your forgotten son Who wandered off at twenty oneIt's sad to find myself at home And you, you are not around If I could only hold your hand And say I'm sorry yes I amI'm sure you really understand Oh Ma, where are you now. (Oh mammy Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) (Oh mammy)Oh mammy (Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) Oh mammy mammy mammy (Oh mammy) Oh mammy (Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) I need you mammy, mammy (Oh mammy) Oh mammy (Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) The house we shared upon the hill Seems lifeless but it's standing still And memories of my childhood fill My mind Oh mammy mammy mammy. I've been through all the walks of life Seen tired days and lonely nights And now without you by my side I'm lostHow will I survive. (Oh mammy Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) (Oh mammy Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) (Oh mammy) Oh mammy (Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) Oh mammy mammy mammy (Oh mammy) Oh mammy (Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue) I need you mammy, mammy (Oh mammy) Oh mammy, You never miss the water 'til the well run dry (Oh mamy) Oh mammy, I guess I'll always be your grownup child (Oh mamy) Oh mammy, I need your shoulder to pray if I ever cry (Oh mamy) Oh mammy, I need your warm embrase and your comfort and smile (Oh mamy) Oh mammy, If only you could see or hear my voice cry (Oh mammy)Oh mammy (Oh mammy - mammy - blue Oh mammy - Blue).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BkudKDwwYlI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dVexqYn-sI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Dalida&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mamy Blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7qL8diUyEU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7qL8diUyEU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Demis Roussos&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt; Mamy Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BlsEqL7S4eo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BlsEqL7S4eo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-38070334527674338?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/38070334527674338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/pop-tops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/38070334527674338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/38070334527674338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/pop-tops.html' title='Pop Tops'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-1631274616011139341</id><published>2010-04-17T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:53:54.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father Figure'/><title type='text'>George Michael</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;George Michael&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Father Figure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d97ff0b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That's all I wanted Something special, something sacred In your eyes For just one moment To be bold and naked At your side Sometimes I think that you'll never Understand me Maybe this time is forever Say it can be That's all you wanted Something special, someone sacred In your life Just for one moment To be warm and naked At my side Sometimes I think that you'll never Understand me But something tells me together We'd be happy (baby) I will be your father figure (oh baby) Put your tiny hand in mine (I'd love to)I will be your preacher teacher (be your daddy) Anything you have in mind (it would make me) I will be your father figure (very happy) I have had enough of crime (please let me) I will be the one who loves you Until the end of time That's all I wanted But sometimes love can be mistakenFor a crime That's all I wanted Just to see my baby's Blue eyed shine This time I think my lover Understands me If we have faith in each other Then we can be Strong I will be your father figure Put your tiny hand in mineI will be your preacher teacher Anything you have in mindI will be your father figureI have had enough of crime I will be the one who loves you Until the end of time If you are the desert I'll be the sea If you ever hunger Hunger for me Whatever you ask for That's what I'll be So when you remember the ones who have lied Who said that they cared But then laughed as you cried Beautiful darling Don't think of me Because all I ever wanted It's in your eyes baby, baby And love can't lie, no (greet me with the eyes of a child) My love is always telling me so (heaven is a kiss and a smile) Just hold on, hold onI won't let you go, my baby I will be your father figure Put your tiny hand in mineI will be your preacher teacher Anything you have in mindI will be your father figureI have had enough of crime (so I am gonna love you) Until the end of timeI will be your father I will be your preacherI'll be your daddy I will be the one who loves you Until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/okF1wClPXOI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/okF1wClPXOI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-1631274616011139341?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/1631274616011139341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/george-michael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/1631274616011139341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/1631274616011139341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/george-michael.html' title='George Michael'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-2590541734632482613</id><published>2010-04-17T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:00:00.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adrian Gurvitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic'/><title type='text'>Adrian Gurvitz</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Adrian Gurvitz&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Classic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1e7659d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Got to write a classic Got to write it in an attic Babe, I'm an addict now An addict for your love I was a stray boy And you was my best toy Found it easy to annoy you But you were different from the rest And I loved you all the wrong ways Now listen to my say If it changed to another way Would the difference make it? Would it be a classic? I gotta send it right away Got to write a classic Got to write it in an attic Babe, I'm an addict now An addict for your love (Gotta write it down and send it right away) Got to write a classic Got to write it in an attic Babe, I'm an addict now An addict for your love Now I'm living my life One day at a time Since losing your love I've been losing my mind No more can I see? The future so clear And it's not what I meanI mean it's not what it seems I just keep living for dreams And it's not what I mean I mean it's not what it seems I just keep living for dreams Got to write a classic Got to write it in an attic Babe, I'm an addict now I'm an addict for your love (Gotta write it down and send it right away) ( Now, I'm outta control without you) (My love can't flow, there's no living without you) (And now, I know, and I do what I say) Gotta write it down and send it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bB-5scJSkE4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bB-5scJSkE4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-2590541734632482613?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/2590541734632482613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/adrian-gurvitz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/2590541734632482613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/2590541734632482613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/adrian-gurvitz.html' title='Adrian Gurvitz'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-999835583433362384</id><published>2010-04-10T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:50:39.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeca Baleiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disritmia'/><title type='text'>Zeca Baleiro</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Disritmia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=077ffd1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu quero Me esconder debaixo Dessa sua saia Prá fugir do mundo Pretendo Também me embrenhar No emaranhado Desses seus cabelos Preciso transfundir Seu sangue Pro meu coração Que é tão vagabundo... Me deixe Te trazer num dengo Prá num cafuné Fazer os meus apelos... Eu quero Ser exorcizado Pela água benta Desse olhar infindo Que bom É ser fotografado Mas pelas retinas Dos seus olhos lindos Me deixe hipnotizado Prá acabar de vez Com essa disritmia... Vem logo Vem curar teu nego Que chegou de porre Lá da boemia... Eu quero Ser exorcizado Pela água benta Desse olhar infindo Que bomÉ ser fotografado Mas pelas retinas Dos seus olhos lindos Me deixe hipnotizado Prá acabar de vez Com essa disritmia... Vem logoVem curar seu nego Que chegou de porre Lá da boemia... Me deixe hipnotizado Prá acabar de vez Com essa disritmia... Me deixe hipnotizado Prá acabar de vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TbOVXHuxQOo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TbOVXHuxQOo&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-999835583433362384?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/999835583433362384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/zeca-baleiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/999835583433362384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/999835583433362384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/zeca-baleiro.html' title='Zeca Baleiro'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-8161352584799269132</id><published>2010-04-10T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:08:44.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russian Roulette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><title type='text'>Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/S8DztPEWE_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Rmk-o0t8_HM/s1600/Rihanna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458630706837459954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/S8DztPEWE_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Rmk-o0t8_HM/s400/Rihanna.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Rihanna&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Russian Roulette&lt;/em&gt; - irretocável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=64b7caa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Take a breath, take it deep Respire, profundamente Calm yourself, he says to me Acalme-se, ele me diz If you play, you play for keeps Se você jogar, você joga para ficar Take a gun, and count to three Pegue uma arma, e conte até três I'm sweating now, moving slow Eu estou suando agora, me movendo lentamente No time to think, my turn to go Sem tempo para pensar, a minha vez de ir And you can see my heart beating E você pode ver meu coração batendo You can see it through my chest Você pode vê-lo através do meu peito And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving Estou apavorada, mas eu não vou desistir I Know that I must pass this test Eu sei que tenho que passar neste teste So just pull the trigger Então, basta puxar o gatilho Say a prayer to yourself Faça uma oração para si mesmo He says close your eyes Ele diz para fechar os olhos Sometimes it helps Às vezes ajuda And then I get a scary thought E então eu tenho um pensamento assustador That he's here mean he's never lost Que se ele está aqui, significa que ele nunca perdeu And you can see my heart beating E você pode ver meu coração batendo You can see it through my chest Você pode vê-lo através do meu peito And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving Estou apavorada, mas eu não vou desistir I Know that I must pass this test Eu sei que tenho que passar neste teste So just pull the trigger Então, basta puxar o gatilho As my life flashes before my eyes Enquanto a minha vida passa diante dos meus olhos I'm wondering will I ever see another sunrise? Me pergunto, verei outro nascer do sol? So many won't get the chance to say goodbye Muitos não têm a chance de dizer adeus But it's too late too pick up the value of my life Mas é tarde demais pra pensar no valor da minha vida And you can see my heart beating E você pode ver meu coração batendo You can see it through my chest Você pode vê-lo através do meu peito And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving Estou apavorada, mas eu não vou desistir I know that I must pass this test Eu sei que tenho que passar neste teste And you can see my heart beating E você pode ver meu coração batendo You can see it through my chest Você pode vê-lo através do meu peito And I'm terrified but I'm not leaving Estou apavorada, mas eu não vou desistir I know that I must pass this test Eu sei que tenho que passar neste teste So just pull the trigger Então, basta puxar o gatilho (Ne-Yo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hN7T_XxhlCQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hN7T_XxhlCQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-8161352584799269132?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/8161352584799269132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/rihanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/8161352584799269132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/8161352584799269132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/rihanna.html' title='Rihanna'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/S8DztPEWE_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Rmk-o0t8_HM/s72-c/Rihanna.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-8558761919595460509</id><published>2010-04-10T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:51:38.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roy Orbison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only The Loney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Pretty Woman'/><title type='text'>Roy Orbison</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Roy Orbison&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Only the Lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=319a88e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Dum, dum, dum, dumdy-do, ah) (Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah-yaa) (Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa-oow, ah-ah) (Only the lonely) (Only the lonely) Only the lonely (Dum, dum, dum, dumdy-do, ah) Know the way I feel tonight (Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah-yaa) Only the lonely (Dum, dum, dum, dumdy-do, ah) Know this feeling ain't right (Dum, dum, dum, dumdy-do, ah) There goes my baby There goes my heart They've gone forever So far apart But only the lonely Know why I cry Only the lonely (Dum, dum, dum, dumdy-do, ah) (Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah-yaa) (Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa-oow, ah-ah) (Only the lonely) (Only the lonely) Only the lonely Know the heartaches I've been through Only the lonely know I cry and cry for you May be tomorrow A new romance No more sorrow But that's the chance You've gotta take If you're lonely heartbreak Only the lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ssNkJrmZ6g&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ssNkJrmZ6g&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Roy Orbison&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=25e961c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pretty woman, walkin' down the street Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one could look as good as you, mercy Pretty woman, won't you pardon me Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see Pretty woman, that you look lovely as can be Are you lonely just like me? Pretty woman stop awhile Pretty woman talk awhile Pretty woman give your smile to me Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah Pretty woman look my wayPretty woman say you'll stay with me 'Cuz I need you, I'll treat you right Come with me baby, be mine tonight Pretty woman, don't walk on by Pretty woman, don't make me cry Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey, ok If that's the way it must be, ok I guess I'll go on home, it's late There'll be tomorrow night, but wait What do I see? Is she walkin' back to me? Yeah, she's walkin' back to me Oh, oh, pretty woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uw0fngpM2GY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uw0fngpM2GY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-8558761919595460509?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/8558761919595460509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/roy-orbison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/8558761919595460509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/8558761919595460509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/roy-orbison.html' title='Roy Orbison'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-7930918496683342831</id><published>2010-04-10T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:36:48.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fifth Dimension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquarious / Let the Sun Shine in'/><title type='text'>Fifth Dimension</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;strong&gt; Fifth Dimension&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Aquarious / Let the Sun Shine in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=69733b8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius Age of Aquarius Aquarius! Aquarius! Harmony and understanding Sympathy and trust abounding No more falsehoods or derisions Golden living dreams of visions Mystic crystal revelation And the mind's true liberation Aquarius! Aquarius! When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius Age of Aquarius Aquarius!Aquarius! Aquarius! Aquarius! (...) Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in (...) Oh, let it shine, c'mon Now everybody just sing along Let the sun shine in Open up your heart and let it shine on in When you are lonely, let it shine on Got to open up your heart and let it shine on in And when you feel like you've been mistreated And your friends turn away Just open your heart, and shine it on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LANwIgpha7k&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LANwIgpha7k&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-7930918496683342831?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/7930918496683342831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/fifth-dimension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7930918496683342831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7930918496683342831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/fifth-dimension.html' title='Fifth Dimension'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-7577879905095337236</id><published>2010-04-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:28:37.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U Can&apos;t Touch This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MC Hammer'/><title type='text'>MC Hammer</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;MC Hammer&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;U Can't Touch This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ac947b2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;U can't touch thisU can't touch this U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh) U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh) My-my-my-my music hits me so hard Makes me say oh my Lord Thank you for blessing me With a mind to rhyme and two hypedfeet That's good when you know you're down A superbow l homeboy from the Oaktown And I'm known as such And this is a beat, uh, U can't touch I told you homeboy U can't touch this Yeah that's how we're livin' and you know U can't touch this Look in my eyes man U can't touch this You know let me bust the funky lyrics U can't touch this Fresh new kicks and pants You got it like that and you know you wanna dance So move out of your seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rollin' hold on pump a little bit And let me know it's going on like that, like that Cold on a mission so pull on back Let 'em know that you're too much And this is a beat, uh, U can't touch Yo I told you U can't touch this Why you standing there man U can't touch this Yo sound the bells school is in sucker U can't touch this Give me a song, or rhythm Make 'em sweat, that's what I'm giving 'em Now, they know you talking about the Hammer You talking about a show that's hype, and tight Singers are sweating so pass them a wipe Or a tape, to learn What's it gonna take in the 90's to burn the charts? Leg it Either work hard or you might as well quit That's word because you know U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh) U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh) Break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh) Stop... Hammer time! Go with the flow in a spin If you can't move to this Then you probably are dead So wave your hands in the air Bust throught the moves Run your fingers through your hair This is it for a winner Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner Move slide your rump Just for a minute let's all do the bump Bump bump bump yeah U can't touch this Look man U can't touch this You'll probably get hyped boy 'Cause you know you can't U can't touch this Ring the bell school's back in Break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Stop... Hammer time! (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh) (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) U can't touch this (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) Break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Stop... Hammer time! Every time you see me That Hammer's just so hype I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic Now why would I ever stop doing this With others makin' records that just don't hitI toured around the world from London to the Bay It's HammerGo Hammer MC Hammer To Hammer And the rest can go and play U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) U can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh) Yeah u can't touch this I told you u can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh) Too hype can't touch this Get me outta here u can't touch this (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4OOfJ9BUXU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4OOfJ9BUXU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-7577879905095337236?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/7577879905095337236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/mc-hammer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7577879905095337236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7577879905095337236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/mc-hammer.html' title='MC Hammer'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-7015983062040776594</id><published>2010-04-07T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:43:39.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='These eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Guess Who'/><title type='text'>The Guess Who</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;The Guess Who&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;These Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e096ec4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;These eyes cry every night for you. These arms long to hold you again. The hurtin’s on me yeah, But I will never be free no my baby, no no. You gave a promise to me yeah and you broke it, you broke it. Oh, no. These eyes watched you bring my world to an end. This heart could not accept and pretend. The hurtin’s on me yeah, But I will never be free no no no. You took the vow with me yeah. You spoke it, you spoke it, babe. These eyes are cryin’ These eyes have seen a lot of loves But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you. These eyes are cryin’ These eyes have seen a lot of loves But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you. These eyes are cryin’ These eyes have seen a lot of loves But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you. These eyes cry every night for you. These arms, these arms long to hold you, hold you again. These eyes are cryin’ These eyes have seen a lot of loves But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you. These eyes are cryin’ These eyes have seen a lot of loves But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you. These eyes are cryin’ These eyes have seen a lot of loves But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you. These eyes are cryin’ These eyes have seen a lot of loves But they’re never gonna see another one like I had with you. Baby, baby, baby, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERY5fXWU760&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERY5fXWU760&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-7015983062040776594?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/7015983062040776594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7015983062040776594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7015983062040776594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-who.html' title='The Guess Who'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-700338661300648469</id><published>2010-04-04T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:57:37.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10CC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not in Love'/><title type='text'>10CC</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;10CC&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I'm not in Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e4e45c3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm not in love So don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up Don't get me wrong Don't think you've gotten meI'm not in love No, no It's because I'd like to see you But then again It doesn't mean you mean that much to me So if I call youDon't make a fuss Don't tell your friends about the two of us I'm not in love No, noIt's because (Be quiet... Big boys don't cry...) I keep your picture Upon the wall It hides a nasty stain that's lying there So don't you ask me To give it back I know you know it doesn't mean that much to meI'm not in love No, no It's because Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me Ooh, you'll wait a long time I'm not in love, I'm not in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mo40aTe_3JM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mo40aTe_3JM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2BavhwpIJg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2BavhwpIJg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-700338661300648469?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/700338661300648469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/10cc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/700338661300648469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/700338661300648469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/10cc.html' title='10CC'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-1639874730489663648</id><published>2010-04-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:43:22.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus Stop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kung Fu Fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carl Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatboy Slim'/><title type='text'>Carl Douglas</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Carl Douglas&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Kung Fu Fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f7a87ba" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhhhh Everybody was Kung Fu fighting, those cats were fast as lightning In fact it was a little bit frightening, but they fought with expert timing There were funky China men from funky Chinatown They were trapping bend up, they were trapping bend down It's an ancient Chinese art, and everybody knew their part For my friend, ain't you a stiff, then I'm kickin' from the hip Everybody was Kung Fu fighting, those kids were fast as lightning In fact it was a little bit frightening, but they fought with expert timing There was funky Billy Jim and little Sammy John He said, here comes the big boss, let's get it on He took the bow and made a stand, started swaying with the hand A sudden motion made me stiff, now we're into a brandnew trip Everybody was Kung Fu fighting, those kids were fast as lightningIn fact it was a little bit frightening, but they did it with expert timing Everybody was Kung Fu fighting, those kids were fast as lightning In fact it was a little bit frightening, make sure you have expert timing Kung Fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ri3kU7nZN-g&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ri3kU7nZN-g&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8077a6f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fb0a5e7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-1639874730489663648?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/1639874730489663648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/carl-douglas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/1639874730489663648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/1639874730489663648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/carl-douglas.html' title='Carl Douglas'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-7569977871811034591</id><published>2010-04-03T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:02:39.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent (Starry Stary Night)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don McLean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And I Love You So'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castles in the Air'/><title type='text'>Don McLean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Não ouça, se não quer chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.don-mclean.com/"&gt;Don Mclean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Castles in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3350a29" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of Castles in the Air I've got a dream I want the world to share in castle walls Just leave me to despair Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky A dream come true, I'll live there 'til I die I'm asking you, to say my last goodbye The love we knew, ain't worth another try Save me from all the trouble and the painI know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again Tell her the reasons why I can't remainPerhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain Oh, but how can words express the feel of sunlight In the morning in the hills away from city strifeI need a country woman for my wife I'm city born but I love the country life For I can not be part of her "Cocktail-Generation Partner's Waltz" Devoid of all romance The music plays and everyone must dance I'm bowing out, I need a second chance Save me from all the trouble and the pain I know I'm weak but I can't face that girl again Tell her the reasons why I can't remain Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain And if she asks you why you can tell her that I told you That I'm tired of Castles in the Ai rI've got a dream I want the world to share in castle walls Just leave me to despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wH-JGZT79kM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wH-JGZT79kM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGvUIlSIjxk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGvUIlSIjxk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Don McLean&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;And I Love You So&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0444047" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I love you so, The people ask me how, How I've lived 'till nowI tell them I don't know I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And you love me too Your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief And once a page is read All but love is dead This is my belief And yes I know how loveless life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening bring me down Now that you're around me And I love you so People ask me how How I've lived till nowI tell them I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qog65XHM-ok&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qog65XHM-ok&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Don McLean&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Vincent&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Starry, Starry Night&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8629fbb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summers day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodills Catch the breeze and the winter chillsin colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen They did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry Starry Night, Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue. Morning fields of amber grain, Weathered faces lined in painare soothed beneath the artists loving hand Now i understand What you tried to say to meand how you suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free They would not listen They did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you, but still your love was trueand when no hope was left in sight on that Starry, Starry night you took your life as lovers often do. But I could've told you Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry, Starry Night, Portraits hung in empty halls. Frameless heads on nameless walls, with eyes that watch the world and cant forget. Like the strangers that you've met. The ragged men in ragged clothes. The silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin I think I know what you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen. They're not listening still perhaps they never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwE3VdZ_AHQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwE3VdZ_AHQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/S7eJxSosEpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8sJEWyYfL-8/s1600/Vincent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455980953491739282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/S7eJxSosEpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8sJEWyYfL-8/s400/Vincent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00shaEWlDzU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/00shaEWlDzU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Don McLean&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ea672e1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I was all right for a while I could smile for a whilethen I saw you last nightyou held my hand so tight when you stopped to say hellothen you wished me well, you couldnt tell that Id been Crying over you Crying over youthen you said so longleft me standing all alone alone and crying crying, crying, crying its hard to understand that the touch of your hand can start me crying I thought that I was over youbut its true, oh so true I love you even more than I did beforebut darling, what can I do? oh you dont love meand Ill always be Crying over you Crying over you yes, now youre gone and from this moment on Ill be crying, crying crying, crying Im crying, crying over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjMNOouIb0k&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XjMNOouIb0k&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSVALDO LUIZ RIBEIRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Site oficial de Don McLean - &lt;a href="http://www.don-mclean.com/"&gt;http://www.don-mclean.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-7569977871811034591?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/7569977871811034591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/don-mclean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7569977871811034591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7569977871811034591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2010/04/don-mclean.html' title='Don McLean'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/S7eJxSosEpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8sJEWyYfL-8/s72-c/Vincent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-3985541115290246655</id><published>2009-04-25T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:00:46.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico César - Mama África'/><title type='text'>Chico César - Mama África</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui conheci Chico César - a primeira música que meus filhos e eu brincamos, pulando e cantando sobre a cama, e eles eram pequerruchos, bem pequerruchos, como eu nunca devera ter deixado de ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nj_-P_Fjdhg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nj_-P_Fjdhg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-3985541115290246655?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/3985541115290246655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2009/04/chico-cesar-mama-africa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/3985541115290246655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/3985541115290246655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2009/04/chico-cesar-mama-africa.html' title='Chico César - Mama África'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-7218797333810400806</id><published>2009-04-25T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:52:00.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico César e Lenine - Templo'/><title type='text'>Chico César e Lenine - Templo</title><content type='html'>Porque a paixão é mesmo algo de hiorofânico... Performance? Liturgia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdJyGRpKISU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdJyGRpKISU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-7218797333810400806?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/7218797333810400806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2009/04/chico-cesar-e-lenine-templo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7218797333810400806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/7218797333810400806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2009/04/chico-cesar-e-lenine-templo.html' title='Chico César e Lenine - 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Here With Me'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-594193243097369698</id><published>2009-03-30T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:02:25.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penélope - Namorinho de Portão'/><title type='text'>Penélope - Namorinho de Portão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SdE3etXgmhI/AAAAAAAAASg/MulzyheTjwY/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Versão original:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GIYEvxNWis&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GIYEvxNWis&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Rock in Rio 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RaX1lRiEkyE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RaX1lRiEkyE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/penelope/48111/"&gt;letra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-594193243097369698?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/594193243097369698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2009/03/penelope-namorinho-de-portao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/594193243097369698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/594193243097369698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2009/03/penelope-namorinho-de-portao.html' title='Penélope - Namorinho de Portão'/><author><name>Osvaldo Luiz Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04861355036384338291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SLSvpIo60eI/AAAAAAAAANw/qo9Fr2ixShs/S220/Osvaldo+Luiz+Ribeiro+LATTES.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859269189319508805.post-3219203481401727773</id><published>2009-03-30T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:48:23.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 Non Blondes - What&apos;s Up?'/><title type='text'>4 Non Blondes - What's Going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HovpcawuG8/SdEzS6awp2I/AAAAAAAAASY/ZEaGuWIrxLw/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0l4TofljsU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0l4TofljsU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/4-non-blondes/1129164/"&gt;letra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Para a versão original, no &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXcQGsoDkDk"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; (a incorporação está desabilitada).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859269189319508805-3219203481401727773?l=nostalgicum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/feeds/3219203481401727773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-non-blonges-whats-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/3219203481401727773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859269189319508805/posts/default/3219203481401727773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgicum.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-non-blonges-whats-going-on.html' title='4 Non Blondes - 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