<?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-15473589</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:09:59.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donna Maria Letras</title><subtitle type='html'>Para ver e ouvir a nossa música</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112420540793470713</id><published>2005-08-16T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:39:32.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/3732/640/capa_DM_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/3732/320/capa_DM_grande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112420540793470713?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112420540793470713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112420540793470713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112420540793470713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112420540793470713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_112420540793470713.html' title=''/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419895434639197</id><published>2005-08-16T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:13:21.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20Quase%20perfeito.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" autostart="false" loop="-1"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Musica:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Miguel Rebelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel A. Majer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe bem ter-te por perto&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem tudo tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem quando te espero&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem beber quem quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não chegava&lt;br /&gt;A tempo de me deliciar&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não chegava&lt;br /&gt;A horas de te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não recebia&lt;br /&gt;A prenda prometida&lt;br /&gt;Quase que não devia&lt;br /&gt;Existir tal companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembras o céu&lt;br /&gt;Nem nada que se pareça&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembras a lua&lt;br /&gt;Nem nada que se escureça&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia me sinto nua&lt;br /&gt;Tomara que a terra estremeça&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca na tua&lt;br /&gt;Eu confesso não sai da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um beijo é quase perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos num rio sem leito&lt;br /&gt;Que dirá se o tempo nos der&lt;br /&gt;O tempo a que temos direito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia um anjo fizer&lt;br /&gt;A seta bater-te no peito&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia o diabo quiser&lt;br /&gt;Faremos o crime perfeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419895434639197?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419895434639197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419895434639197' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419895434639197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419895434639197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/quase-perfeito_16.html' title='Quase Perfeito'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419888430994101</id><published>2005-08-16T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:21:52.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois Lados do Mesmo Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20Dois%20lados%20do%20mesmo%20adeus.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" autostart="false" loop="-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Música:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Manuel Lourenço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Manuel Lourenço e Miguel A. Majer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caem como folhas&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas no seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente descem&lt;br /&gt;Deixam-lhe o desgosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre dois suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Sopro-lhe na face sem favor&lt;br /&gt;Abre-se a janela&lt;br /&gt;Tenta um disfarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperta-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;Ri por um instante&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me ficar&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca quis saber nunca quis acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que tu irias partir não podias cá ficar&lt;br /&gt;nunca quis escutar muito menos quis ouvir&lt;br /&gt;O teu silêncio que avisava a intenção de não voltar&lt;br /&gt;Podes crer&lt;br /&gt;Bem que me disseram para nunca me agarrar a uma pessoa a um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Podes crer&lt;br /&gt;Se um homem nunca chora para que servem estes olhos se não podem mais te ver&lt;br /&gt;Queria ver queria saber&lt;br /&gt;O que fazias tu que estás aqui a observar&lt;br /&gt;Tás a ver tás a perceber&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que um dia a gente volte a se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Agora embora, agora sem demora&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ficar aqui sozinho p’ra pensar&lt;br /&gt;Embora agora que a minha alma chora&lt;br /&gt;Como disse alguém&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me perder para me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse choro triste&lt;br /&gt;Desespero seu&lt;br /&gt;P’ra tentar dizer&lt;br /&gt;Nada se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pede-me que fique mais&lt;br /&gt;Por um segundo eterno&lt;br /&gt;Como se quisesse ter&lt;br /&gt;O meu beijo terno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperta-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;Ri por um instante&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me ficar&lt;br /&gt;Só por esse instante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419888430994101?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419888430994101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419888430994101' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419888430994101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419888430994101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/dois-lados-do-mesmo-adeus_16.html' title='Dois Lados do Mesmo Adeus'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419873971698308</id><published>2005-08-16T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:25:14.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lado a Lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20Lado%20a%20lado.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Música:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nobrega e Sousa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jeronimo Bragança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos dois caminhos paralelos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pela vida lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Doidos que nós somos&lt;br /&gt;Loucos que nós fomos&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei qual é de nós mais desgraçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lado a lado meu amor mas tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Como é grande a distância entre nós&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que se passou entre nós dois que nos separou&lt;br /&gt;Porque foi que os meus ideais morreram assim dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ombro a ombro tanta vez mas tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Indiferença entre nós quem diria&lt;br /&gt;Custa a crer que tanto amor tão profundo amor tenha acabado&lt;br /&gt;E nós ambos sem amor lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos no passado um só destino&lt;br /&gt;Somos um amor desencontrado&lt;br /&gt;Doidos que nós somos&lt;br /&gt;Loucos que nós fomos&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual é de nós mais desgraçado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419873971698308?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419873971698308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419873971698308' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419873971698308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419873971698308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/lado-lado.html' title='Lado a Lado'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419866046297172</id><published>2005-08-16T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:27:31.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pão P'ra Multidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20%20P%E3o%20p%5C%27r%E1%20multid%E3o.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Musica:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;João Pico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Miguel A. Majer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;São gente&lt;br /&gt;De olhar ausente&lt;br /&gt;Tão tristes vão&lt;br /&gt;Nem são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serpente&lt;br /&gt;Olhos dormentes&lt;br /&gt;Sem fogo&lt;br /&gt;Nem dragão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um&lt;br /&gt;Que diz adeus&lt;br /&gt;Mais um&lt;br /&gt;Que lembra os seus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é Deus&lt;br /&gt;Nem ilusão&lt;br /&gt;É pão p’ra multidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em frente&lt;br /&gt;Sem sol nascente&lt;br /&gt;Sem direcção&lt;br /&gt;Na mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchente&lt;br /&gt;Vão na corrente&lt;br /&gt;Sem gueixas&lt;br /&gt;Do Japão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um&lt;br /&gt;Que diz adeus&lt;br /&gt;Um é crente&lt;br /&gt;E o outro é ateu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419866046297172?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419866046297172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419866046297172' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419866046297172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419866046297172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/po-pra-multido.html' title='Pão P&apos;ra Multidão'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419855136062215</id><published>2005-08-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:29:59.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Marcha Atrás</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20Sem%20marcha%20atr%E1s.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Musica:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Donna Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Miguel A. Majer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo que a gente perde pela vida a correr&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que a gente sonha que é chegar e vencer&lt;br /&gt;O tempo faz de nós um copo p’ra beber em paz&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é um momento para nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo mesmo agora fez a terra girar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo sem demora traz as ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que se inventa quando nunca se é capaz&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é um carro novo sem a marcha-atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voei p’ra te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei p’ra te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei não vais parar para eu crescer&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei esperei demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419855136062215?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419855136062215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419855136062215' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419855136062215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419855136062215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/sem-marcha-atrs.html' title='Sem Marcha Atrás'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419844549871666</id><published>2005-08-16T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:34:55.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20Foi%20Deus.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Música e Letra:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alberto Fialho Janes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei não sabe ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Porque canto o fado neste tom magoado de dor e de pranto&lt;br /&gt;E neste tormento todo o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que a alma cá dentro se acalma nos versos que canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi Deus que deu luz aos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Perfumou as rosas deu ouro ao sol e prata ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Foi Deus que me pôs no peito&lt;br /&gt;um rosário de penas&lt;br /&gt;Que vou desfiando e choro a cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pôs as estrelas no céu&lt;br /&gt;E fez o espaço sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Deu luto às andorinhas&lt;br /&gt;E deu-me esta voz a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se canto não sei o que canto&lt;br /&gt;Misto de ventura saudade ternura e talvez amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que cantando sinto o mesmo quando&lt;br /&gt;Se tem um desgosto e o pranto no rosto nos deixa melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi Deus que deu voz ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Luz ao firmamento e deu o azul às ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Foi Deus que me pôs no peito um rosário de penas&lt;br /&gt;Que vou desfiando e choro a cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez poeta o rouxinol&lt;br /&gt;Pôs no campo o alecrim&lt;br /&gt;Deu as flores à primavera&lt;br /&gt;E deu-me esta voz a mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419844549871666?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419844549871666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419844549871666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419844549871666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419844549871666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/foi-deus.html' title='Foi Deus'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419837428105860</id><published>2005-08-16T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:37:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azulejos Voadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20%20Azulejos%20voadores.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Musica e Letra:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pedro Luís&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voa desde o douro&lt;br /&gt;Até as minas de um futuro&lt;br /&gt;Leva minhas dores&lt;br /&gt;Velas só ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loas duradouras&lt;br /&gt;Invisíveis mas sonoras&lt;br /&gt;Lavam minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Chego até a vê-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som que sei voador&lt;br /&gt;Azulei os versos que já sei de cor&lt;br /&gt;Sensação de sonar&lt;br /&gt;Oceanos verdes a nos mergulhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho de ícaro vai no anil&lt;br /&gt;Anéis de saturno estão no cenário&lt;br /&gt;Num pássaro de asas de papel&lt;br /&gt;Vão as tatuagens de um relicário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419837428105860?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419837428105860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419837428105860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419837428105860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419837428105860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/azulejos-voadores.html' title='Azulejos Voadores'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419829139818963</id><published>2005-08-16T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:40:18.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui Tão Perto de Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20%20Aqui%20t%E3o%20perto%20de%20ti.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Musica e Letra:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Múcio Sá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdida nas janelas da alma&lt;br /&gt;Olho as cidades sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;Cenários de vidas imaginadas&lt;br /&gt;Distantes do trabalho intenso&lt;br /&gt;Mundos no tempo imaginado só eu o sei&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos à entrada do labirinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio da vastidão a poesia&lt;br /&gt;De um dia a mais a viver&lt;br /&gt;Janelas da alma sol do meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;Riquezas de quem não tem o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Cenários de vidas imaginadas&lt;br /&gt;Frestas de luz ao amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se o amor&lt;br /&gt;Bate as asas e voa sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Hoje amanhã e depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se o amor&lt;br /&gt;Bate as asas e voa sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tão perto de ti &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419829139818963?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419829139818963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419829139818963' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419829139818963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419829139818963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/aqui-to-perto-de-ti.html' title='Aqui Tão Perto de Ti'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419812557842294</id><published>2005-08-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:43:00.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou Além</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20%20Estou%20al%E9m.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música e Letra:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;António Variações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não consigo dominar&lt;br /&gt;Este estado de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;A pressa de chegar&lt;br /&gt;P’ra não chegar tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei do que é que eu fujo&lt;br /&gt;Será desta solidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque é que eu recuso&lt;br /&gt;A quem quer dar-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a procurar&lt;br /&gt;A quem eu me quero dar&lt;br /&gt;Porque até aqui eu só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero quem quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem quem não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem quem não conheci&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta insatisfação&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo compreender&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esta sensação&lt;br /&gt;Que estou a perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pressa de sair&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir ao chegar&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de partir&lt;br /&gt;P’ra outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a procurar&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Porque até aqui eu só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou bem aonde eu não estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero ir aonde eu não vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem aonde eu não estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero ir aonde eu não vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem aonde eu não estou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419812557842294?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419812557842294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419812557842294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419812557842294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419812557842294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/estou-alm.html' title='Estou Além'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419785916889933</id><published>2005-08-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:46:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora Já é Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20%20Agora%20j%E1%20%E9%20tarde.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Música e Letra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Paulinho Moska &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora já é tarde&lt;br /&gt;Não tem depois nem antes&lt;br /&gt;Nem planos nem bagagens&lt;br /&gt;O mundo só mudou de cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Relâmpagos distantes&lt;br /&gt;Revelam a passagem&lt;br /&gt;Da escuridão para o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é tão covarde&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo criador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o fogo ainda arde&lt;br /&gt;Nos corações gigantes&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte da paisagem&lt;br /&gt;A labareda do amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419785916889933?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419785916889933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419785916889933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419785916889933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419785916889933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/agora-j-tarde.html' title='Agora Já é Tarde'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419775018475459</id><published>2005-08-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:48:19.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tua Luva</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20A%20tua%20luva.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" loop="-1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Musica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciro Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Miguel A. Majer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não espero ser eterna&lt;br /&gt;Nem a cor da igualdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser quem grita&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos ser quem bate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não espero ser moderna&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabor a chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser quem fica&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos ser quem parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua sou carne crua&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a mão eu sou a luva&lt;br /&gt;Sou louca sou coisa pouca&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a língua eu sou a boca&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a língua eu sou a boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;A viver o meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;Porque ontem descobri&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor também é escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um beijo não te der&lt;br /&gt;Uma ideia original&lt;br /&gt;Não é o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando num segundo o fantástico é normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419775018475459?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419775018475459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419775018475459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419775018475459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419775018475459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/tua-luva.html' title='A Tua Luva'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473589.post-112419744800908416</id><published>2005-08-16T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:51:32.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre Para Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20%20Sempre%20para%20sempre.mp3" width="136" height="50" type="audio/midi" autostart="false" loop="-1"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Musica:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ricardo Sotna e Gil do Carmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Miguel A. Majer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há amor amigo&lt;br /&gt;Amor rebelde&lt;br /&gt;Amor antigo&lt;br /&gt;Amor de pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Amor distante&lt;br /&gt;Amor de olhos&lt;br /&gt;Amor de amante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor de inverno&lt;br /&gt;Amor de verão&lt;br /&gt;Amor que rouba&lt;br /&gt;Como um ladrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor passageiro&lt;br /&gt;Amor não amado&lt;br /&gt;Amor que aparece&lt;br /&gt;Amor descartado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor despido&lt;br /&gt;Amor ausente&lt;br /&gt;Amor de corpo&lt;br /&gt;E sangue bem quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor adulto&lt;br /&gt;Amor pensado&lt;br /&gt;Amor sem insulto&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca tocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor secreto&lt;br /&gt;De cheiro intenso&lt;br /&gt;Amor tão próximo&lt;br /&gt;Amor de incenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor que mata&lt;br /&gt;Amor que mente&lt;br /&gt;Amor que nada mas nada&lt;br /&gt;Te faz contente me faz contente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor tão fraco&lt;br /&gt;Amor não assumido&lt;br /&gt;Amor de quarto&lt;br /&gt;Que faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca talvez&lt;br /&gt;Amor tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Que acaba de vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ir para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://donna-maria.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog dos Donna Maria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473589-112419744800908416?l=donnamarialetras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/feeds/112419744800908416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473589&amp;postID=112419744800908416' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419744800908416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473589/posts/default/112419744800908416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donnamarialetras.blogspot.com/2005/08/sempre-para-sempre.html' title='Sempre Para Sempre'/><author><name>M&amp;amp;M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140430748781372076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
