<?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-7985140554512671467</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:25:24.522Z</updated><category term='José Mário Branco'/><category term='01-FMI'/><category term='Carmen-Habanera'/><title type='text'>Blogoteca</title><subtitle type='html'>Este espaço serve apenas de arquivo para  documentos de apoio aos blogues principais

CONTINUA A EDITAR-SE NO BLOGOTECA II</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3266385834874223537</id><published>2009-04-03T05:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:10:05.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='01-FMI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Mário Branco'/><title type='text'>FMI- José Mário Branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre actual, cada vez mais digo eu &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; QUERO SER FELIZ PORRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ªParte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUJts90HIHc"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUJts90HIHc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUJts90HIHc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2ªParte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wj7LKI8rIUo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wj7LKI8rIUo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wj7LKI8rIUo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3266385834874223537?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3266385834874223537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3266385834874223537' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3266385834874223537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3266385834874223537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2009/04/fmi-jose-mario-branco.html' title='FMI- José Mário Branco'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3697058452065507297</id><published>2008-04-10T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:39:41.852Z</updated><title type='text'>The Boxer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am just a poor boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;though my stories seldom told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have squandered my existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for a pocket full of mumbles such are promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;all eyes in just still a man hears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what he wants to ear and disregards the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I left my home and my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was no more than a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the company of strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the quiet of the railwaystation running scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;laying low, seeking aout the poorer quarters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;where the ragged people go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;looking for the places only they would know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lie la lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;asking only workmans wages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I come looking for a job but I get no offers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;just a come on from the whores on 7th avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do declare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;there where times when I was so lonesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I took some comfort there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;la la lie lie lie lie lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;now I'm laying out my winter clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and wishing I was gone going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;where the New York city winters aren't bleeding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;leading me, going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the clearing stands a boxer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and a fighter by his trade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and he carrys the reminders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of every glove that layed him down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;or cut him till he cried out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in his anger and his shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am leaving I am leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but the fighter still remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo escolhendo a opção em fundo de página clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hqdZ4AWSaI"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-hqdZ4AWSaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-hqdZ4AWSaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3697058452065507297?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3697058452065507297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3697058452065507297' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3697058452065507297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3697058452065507297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2008/04/boxer.html' title='The Boxer'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-6722140486619823526</id><published>2008-01-06T05:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:31:51.044Z</updated><title type='text'>zancanaro il ballen verdi il travatore</title><content type='html'>A segunda cena do segundo acto do Trovador  inicia-se praticamente com a famosa ária para barítono do Conde de Luna, quando ele e os seus seguidores se aproximam de noite do castelo de Castellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna canta a sua ária "Il ballen del suo sorriso"(A luz do seu sorriso)(1.46), onde ele anuncia que quer raptar a sua amada Leonora que pretende professar, propondo-se ele raptá-la antes que ela o consiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz então que :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;A luz do seu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;é maior do que uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;o esplendor do seu lindo rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;infunde-me nova coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O amor que me anima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;falará a meu favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;e que o Sol de um dos seus olhares disperse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a tempestade do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouve-se entretanto o bater dos sinos que anunciam a cerimónia. Os soldados que o conde trouxera consigo dispõem-se para o rapto, enquanto este proclama "Per me ora fatale"(5.17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hora fatal para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;apressa os teus momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a alegria que me espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;não é um júbilo mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Em vão um deus rival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;se opõe ao meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nem mesmo um Deus pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;oh mulher afastar-te de mim&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/49J0vb553eI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/49J0vb553eI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-6722140486619823526?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/6722140486619823526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=6722140486619823526' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/6722140486619823526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/6722140486619823526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2008/01/zancanaro-il-ballen-verdi-il-travatore.html' title='zancanaro il ballen verdi il travatore'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3221668077933756315</id><published>2007-12-21T03:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:58:33.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mort Shuman - Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow! Sorrow, since you left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow! Sorrow, in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can't believe it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never could have dreamed that we would part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow! Sorrow, in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow! Sorrow, late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like a ship without a sailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's how I am wihout your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember those happy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The happy days, that we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just had to look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I knew that you cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought I would spend those happy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving you my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was such happiness then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now - there's only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow! Sorrow, all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow! Sorrow, through and through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I live a hundred live times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll never realize that I am losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember those happy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The happy days, that we shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just had to look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I knew that you cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought I would spend those happy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving you my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was such happiness then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now - there's only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow! Sorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAPMyk3tWc4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HAPMyk3tWc4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HAPMyk3tWc4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3221668077933756315?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3221668077933756315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3221668077933756315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3221668077933756315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3221668077933756315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/12/mort-shuman-sorrow.html' title='Mort Shuman - Sorrow'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-603507912553274190</id><published>2007-12-11T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:47:18.665Z</updated><title type='text'>Renee Fleming, Vissi d´arte, Tosca</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pcPrpSb_1U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pcPrpSb_1U&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-603507912553274190?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/603507912553274190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=603507912553274190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/603507912553274190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/603507912553274190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/12/renee-fleming-vissi-darte-tosca.html' title='Renee Fleming, Vissi d´arte, Tosca'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8341239817656576298</id><published>2007-12-11T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:46:03.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Renee Fleming Mozart Exsultate, jubilate "Alleluja"</title><content type='html'>Mozart-Exsultate,jubilate-Alleluja-Renee Fleming,The New York Philharmonic&amp;amp;Kurt Masur,Avery Fisher Hall 1997 (less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrNXKzg-msg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrNXKzg-msg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8341239817656576298?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8341239817656576298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8341239817656576298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8341239817656576298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8341239817656576298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/12/renee-fleming-mozart-exsultate-jubilate.html' title='Renee Fleming Mozart Exsultate, jubilate &quot;Alleluja&quot;'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-1302022612238082508</id><published>2007-12-11T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:44:26.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Renee Fleming - Catalani</title><content type='html'>Soprano Renee Fleming sings "Ebben ne andro lontana," from La Wally. (less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdFBA2r-FiE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdFBA2r-FiE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-1302022612238082508?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/1302022612238082508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=1302022612238082508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/1302022612238082508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/1302022612238082508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/12/renee-fleming-catalani.html' title='Renee Fleming - Catalani'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8035975821888189860</id><published>2007-12-07T00:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:52:29.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Aznavour - Hier encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hier encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J'avais vingt ans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je caressais le temps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et jouais de la vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comme on joue de l'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et je vivais la nuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sans compter sur mes jours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui fuyaient dans le temps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J'ai fait tant de projets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui sont restés en l'air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J'ai fondé tant d'espoirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui se sont envolés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que je reste perdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne sachant où aller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les yeux cherchant le ciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais le cœur mis en terre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hier encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J'avais vingt ans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je gaspillais le temps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En croyant l'arrêter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et pour le retenir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Même le devancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je n'ai fait que courir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et me suis essoufflé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignorant le passé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conjuguant au futur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je précédais de moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toute conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et donnais mon avis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que je voulais le bon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pour critiquer le monde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avec désinvolture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hier encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J'avais vingt ans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais j'ai perdu mon temps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A faire des folies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui ne me laissent au fond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rien de vraiment précis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que quelques rides au front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et la peur de l'ennui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Car mes amours sont mortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avant que d'exister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes amis sont partis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et ne reviendront pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Par ma faute j'ai fait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le vide autour de moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et j'ai gâché ma vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et mes jeunes années&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Du meilleur et du pire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En jetant le meilleur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J'ai figé mes sourires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et j'ai glacé mes pleurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Où sont-ils à présent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A présent mes vingt ans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzBncolQjP0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzBncolQjP0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UzBncolQjP0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8035975821888189860?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8035975821888189860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8035975821888189860' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8035975821888189860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8035975821888189860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/12/charles-aznavour-hier-encore.html' title='Charles Aznavour - Hier encore'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8855425747606136962</id><published>2007-12-06T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:03:17.815Z</updated><title type='text'>Natlie Dessay- Zerbinetta's aria</title><content type='html'>Dessay sings Zerbinetta's aria from Ariadne auf Naxos by Richard Strauss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGnLrhO2FuY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGnLrhO2FuY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8855425747606136962?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8855425747606136962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8855425747606136962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8855425747606136962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8855425747606136962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/12/natlie-dessay-zerbinettas-aria.html' title='Natlie Dessay- Zerbinetta&apos;s aria'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-803562577760456051</id><published>2007-12-06T01:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:46:14.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Dessay - Adieu, notre petite table (Manon)</title><content type='html'>Gran Teatre del Liceu (Barcelona). June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIFlQ4QcgrY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIFlQ4QcgrY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-803562577760456051?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/803562577760456051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=803562577760456051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/803562577760456051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/803562577760456051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/12/natalie-dessay-adieu-notre-petite-table.html' title='Natalie Dessay - Adieu, notre petite table (Manon)'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-6673518045986441856</id><published>2007-12-06T01:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:36:43.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Dessay - La Fille du Regiment - Salut a la France</title><content type='html'>Natalie Dessay as Marie in Donizetti's La Fille du Regiment, performed in Vienna just recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAXSiHbLfEM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAXSiHbLfEM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-6673518045986441856?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/6673518045986441856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=6673518045986441856' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/6673518045986441856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/6673518045986441856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/12/natalie-dessay-la-fille-du-regiment.html' title='Natalie Dessay - La Fille du Regiment - Salut a la France'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3745077350206225997</id><published>2007-11-29T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:40:59.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Bebo Y La Cigala-Eu sei que vou te amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A cada despedida eu vou te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Desesperadamente eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E cada verso meu será pra te dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que eu sei que vou te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Por toda a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu Sei que vou chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A cada ausência tua eu vou chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mas cada volta Tua há de apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O que essa ausência tua me causou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu sei que vou sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A eterna desventura de viver a espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; De viver ao lado teu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Por Toda a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MtLN7bnv-w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MtLN7bnv-w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3745077350206225997?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3745077350206225997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3745077350206225997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3745077350206225997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3745077350206225997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/bebo-y-la-cigala-eu-sei-que-vou-te-amar_29.html' title='Bebo Y La Cigala-Eu sei que vou te amar'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8946462579417895680</id><published>2007-11-24T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:00:56.740Z</updated><title type='text'>La Boheme-O soave fanciulla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Gheorghiu and Roberto Alagna sing the romantic duet "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O soave fanciulla&lt;/span&gt;" when Mimì and Rodolfo fall in love in Puccini's opera 'La Bohème'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inicia-se então o primeiro dos duetos entre soprano e tenor (O suave fanciulla)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em que Rudolfo lhe diz como é doce a face dela iluminada pelo luar, vislumbrando o sonho com que gostaria sempre de sonhar, ela responde-lhe que ele comanda, fazendo descer os seus doces carinhos até ao coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rudolfo beija-a, mas ela afasta-o, lembrando-o que os amigos o esperam.Diz-lhe que vai com ele e com alguma malícia deixa no ar a hipótese de ficar com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele pede-lhe o braço (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dammi il braccio mia piccina&lt;/span&gt;) e jurando o seu amor retiram-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AI2mkUj5-As&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AI2mkUj5-As&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8946462579417895680?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8946462579417895680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8946462579417895680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8946462579417895680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8946462579417895680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-boheme-o-soave-fanciulla.html' title='La Boheme-O soave fanciulla'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2491831316972671265</id><published>2007-11-22T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:15:26.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Regnava nel silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Netrebko "Regnava nel silenzio" Lucia di Lammermoor, Saint Petersburg, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alí enquanto espera a chegada de Edgardo, Lucia relata como lhe apareceu um dia, entre as águas tingidas de sangue daquela fonte, uma jovem morta muitos anos atrás por ciúmes de um Ravenswood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este recitativo dá entrada á primeira ária da soprano “Regnava nel silêncio”, de uma considerável dificuldade, pelos registos agudos, para conseguir efeitos que tendem a “desequilibra” a melodia, justificado pelo próprio carácter desequilibrado de Lucia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma frases de Alisa(na ópera) separa a ária da cabaleta “Quando rapito in estasi”, de ritmo muito mais leve, que constitui uma demonstração do virtuosismo da intérprete, pois é neste parte que deve exibir o seu gosto na escolha das ornamentações vocais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdlwBZ0Mk6Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdlwBZ0Mk6Y&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2491831316972671265?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2491831316972671265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2491831316972671265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2491831316972671265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2491831316972671265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/regnava-nel-silncio.html' title='Regnava nel silêncio'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-7668865906780121967</id><published>2007-11-18T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:40:19.144Z</updated><title type='text'>Elixir do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino acredita nos poderes do falso elixir do amor e resolve ignorar Adina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dueto inicia-se quando Nemorino diz Esulti pur la barbara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que desfrute pois a bárbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por pouco tempo das minhas penas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanhã acabarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amanhã amar-me-á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Replicando Adina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O infeliz quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retirar suas correntes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas terá que as suportar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ainda mais pesadas do que de costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A segunda parte do dueto e mais dialogante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino-De acordo, po-la-ei em prática, para ver se resulta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adina-E o anterior sofrimento ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino-Espero esquecê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adina-E o antigo fogo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino-Rapidamente se extinguirá, basta esperar um dia e o coração a curará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adina-Muito bem alegro-me muito, mas, contudo ... depois veremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltando depois a repetir o que disseram na primeira parte do dueto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; entrada do sargento Belcore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fora de cena entra cantando "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;na guerra como no amor o assédio aborrece e cansa&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adina e ele trocam algumas palavras, fazendo um trocadilho entre a arte da guerra e o amor, acabando Belcore por perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Fala anjo  meu quando nos casaremos &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Muito rapidamente&lt;/span&gt; responde Adina, afirmando depois perante a insistência do sargento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentro de sei dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta resposta provoca a gargalhada de Nemorino confiante que está nas propriedades do elixir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inicia-se então o curto terceto em que ao mesmo tempo cada um um canta o seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belcore- " &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;De que se ri este imbecil ? Se não sair daqui corro-o agora mesmo a pontapés&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adina-"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E pode tão tranquilo e alegre ouvir dizer que me caso.! Já não posso esconder  a raiva que sinto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nemorino-"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fanfarrão ! Imagina tocar o céu com a mão ; mas a armadilha já está estendida, e amanhã dar-se-á conta&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kv9hCtkAjos&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kv9hCtkAjos&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-7668865906780121967?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/7668865906780121967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=7668865906780121967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7668865906780121967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7668865906780121967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/elixir-do-amor.html' title='Elixir do amor'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2050312615180261231</id><published>2007-11-18T02:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:40:58.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Elixir do amor-Esulti pur la bárbara</title><content type='html'>Roberto Alagna, &amp;amp; Angela Gheorghiu in a 1996 production from Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dueto inicia-se quando Nemorino diz &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esulti pur la barbara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que desfrute pois a bárbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por pouco tempo das minhas penas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amanhã acabarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amanhã amar-me-á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Replicando Adina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O infeliz quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;retirar suas correntes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mas terá que as suportar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e ainda mais pesadas do que de costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A segunda parte do dueto e mais dialogante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;De acordo, po-la-ei em prática, para ver se resulta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adina-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E o anterior sofrimento ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero esquecê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adina-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E o antigo fogo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rapidamente se extinguirá, basta esperar um dia e o coração a curará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adina-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Muito bem alegro-me muito, mas, contudo ... depois veremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpyiCU5BvkY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpyiCU5BvkY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2050312615180261231?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2050312615180261231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2050312615180261231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2050312615180261231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2050312615180261231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/elixir-do-amor-esulti-pur-la-brbara.html' title='Elixir do amor-Esulti pur la bárbara'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2675892609640981008</id><published>2007-11-16T03:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T04:10:03.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Falstaff-Tutto, nel mondo e burla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Final Fugue from Verdi's opera Falstaff performed in London. This is one of the HARDEST fugues out of any opera eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryn Terfel, Barbara Frittoli, Roberto Frontali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final da ópera, acabando tudo em beleza e Falstaff acaba por filosoficamente encarar com fair play a cilada que lhe armaram cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo no mundo é burla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O homem nasce burlão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no seu cérebro ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vacila sempre a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todos se burlam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo o mortal se ri dos outros mortais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas ri melhor qem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ri por último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igCZGOO0u-E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igCZGOO0u-E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2675892609640981008?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2675892609640981008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2675892609640981008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2675892609640981008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2675892609640981008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/falstaff-tutto-nel-mondo-e-burla.html' title='Falstaff-Tutto, nel mondo e burla'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-7792797695398743232</id><published>2007-11-15T04:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:24:42.318Z</updated><title type='text'>Andrés Segovia-Asturias</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmO21bwOHQ0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmO21bwOHQ0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrés Segovia (Linares, (Andalucía), 21 de febrero de 1893 - Madrid, 3 de junio de 1987) fue un guitarrista clásico español que está considerado como el padre del movimiento moderno de la guitarra clásica. Muchos estudiosos creen que, sin los esfuerzos de Segovia, la guitarra clásica seguiría estando considerada como un instrumento de campesinos, válida para los bares pero no para las salas de concierto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Empezó a tocar la guitarra a los cuatro años y realizó su primera aparición pública en Granada a los 16. Unos pocos años más tarde ofreció su primer concierto en Madrid, interpretando transcripciones a la guitarra de Francisco Tárrega y algunas piezas de Johann Sebastian Bach que él mismo había transcrito. Aunque su familia intentó desanimarle, Segovia continuó con sus estudios de guitarra durante toda su vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fueron muchos los músicos que creyeron que la guitarra de Segovia no sería aceptada por la comunidad clásica ya que, según sus creencias, la guitarra no se podía considerar como un instrumento capaz de interpretar a los clásicos. Sin embargo, la técnica de Andrés Segovia asombró al público. A partir de entonces, la guitarra dejó de considerarse solamente un instrumento popular y se aceptó también como instrumento de concierto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la vez que progresaba en su carrera y tocaba para audiencias mayores, Segovia descubrió que las guitarras existentes no producían el volumen suficiente como para tocar en grandes salas de conciertos. Esto le animó a buscar entre los avances tecnológicos para intentar mejorar la amplificación natural de la guitarra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trabajando conjuntamente con los fabricantes, ayudó a diseñar lo que conocemos hoy en día como guitarra clásica, realizada con una madera de más calidad y con cuerda de nylon. La forma de la guitarra se modificó también para mejorar la acústica. Esta nueva guitarra era capaz de producir notas más bajas que las que hasta entonces se utilizaban en España y en otras partes del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tras realizar una gira por América en 1928, compositores como el brasileño Heitor Villa-Lobos empezaron a componer piezas especialmente para él, así mismo el compositor mexicano Manuel M. Ponce realizó una copiosa producción de obras para la guitarra sola y orquesta dedicadas a éste insigne guitarrista. Segovia transcribió también múltiples piezas clásicas y resucitó algunas de las transcripciones de Tárrega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre los discípulos de Segovia se encuentra guitarristas como John Williams, Alirio Díaz, Ben Bolt o Christopher Parkening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrés Segovia murió en Madrid a causa de un ataque al corazón a la edad de 94 años. (less)&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/7985140554512671467-7792797695398743232?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/7792797695398743232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=7792797695398743232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7792797695398743232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7792797695398743232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/andrs-segovia-asturias.html' title='Andrés Segovia-Asturias'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-6016958711569301335</id><published>2007-11-14T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:52:04.332Z</updated><title type='text'>Elisabete Matos-Voi lo sapete, o Mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisabete Matos cantando do papel de  Santuzza  da Cavalleria Rusticana a ária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voi lo sapete, o Mamma". Trata-se de um número descritivo e linear, onde ele lembra que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turiddu e Lola eram noivos, antes dele ter ido para o serviço militar. Quando regressou descobriu que Lola se havia casado com Alfio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turiddu tinha tentado esquecê-la com ela. Porém Lola invejosa esqueceu-se do seu marido e roubou-lho. Privada da sua honra ela chora, enquanto eles se voltaram a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diz-lhe então Mamma Lucia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pobre de nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que me estás a contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neste santo dia ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retorquindo-lhe Santuzza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Estou condenada, estou condenada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vá oh Mamma, implorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Deus e rogue por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turiddu virá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suplicar-lhe-ei mais uma vez"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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Jimena da ópera El Cid de Jules Massenet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta uma ária do terceiro acto uma ária de oração e súplica pela vitória dos exércitos de Dom Rodrigo (El Cid) que enfrentam os mouros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U4ELdqDKDQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U4ELdqDKDQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2358663071598888019?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2358663071598888019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-118582710078385968</id><published>2007-11-14T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:59:59.307Z</updated><title type='text'>Elisabete Matos-Tacea la notte plácida</title><content type='html'>Elisabete Matos singing Leonora from Trovatore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava em silêncio a noite plácida&lt;br /&gt;e formosa, e no céu sereno&lt;br /&gt;a Lua mostrava o seu rosto de prata&lt;br /&gt;alegre e cheio !&lt;br /&gt;Quando soaram no ar&lt;br /&gt;que até então mudo estava&lt;br /&gt;os acordes de um alaúde&lt;br /&gt;e uns versos melancólicos&lt;br /&gt;cantou um trovador.&lt;br /&gt;Versos de súplica e humildemente&lt;br /&gt;tal como um homem que reza a Deus&lt;br /&gt;nela repetia&lt;br /&gt;um nome : o meu !&lt;br /&gt;Corri rapidamente para a varanda&lt;br /&gt;era ele, sim, era ele,&lt;br /&gt;sento uma alegria&lt;br /&gt;como apenas é permitido&lt;br /&gt;aos anjos sentir !&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu coração, ao meu olhar estático&lt;br /&gt;a terra pareceu o céu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XmMK5c8_Mo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XmMK5c8_Mo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-118582710078385968?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/118582710078385968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2293331684219592951</id><published>2007-11-14T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:35:35.748Z</updated><title type='text'>La Boheme-Si mi chiamano Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirella Freni as Mimi "Si, mi chiamano Mimi" La boheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBhnligD0tg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBhnligD0tg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-6033430015122876917</id><published>2007-11-14T00:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:49:38.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonio Machin - Dos gardenias</title><content type='html'>Antonio Lugo Machín triunfó en todo el mundo con estas bellas canciones.&lt;br /&gt;Dos gardenias para ti&lt;br /&gt;Con ellas quiero decir&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero, te adoro, mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ponles toda tu atencion&lt;br /&gt;Porque son tu corazon y el mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos gardenias para ti&lt;br /&gt;Que tendran todo el calor de un beso&lt;br /&gt;De esos que te di&lt;br /&gt;Y que jamas encontraras&lt;br /&gt;En el calor de otro querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tu lado viviran y te hablaran&lt;br /&gt;Como cuando estas conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta creeras&lt;br /&gt;Que te diran te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si un atardecer&lt;br /&gt;Las gardenias de mi amor se mueren&lt;br /&gt;Es porque han adivinado&lt;br /&gt;Que tu amor se ha marchitado&lt;br /&gt;Porque existe otro querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos gardenias...para tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver e ouvir o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2IuHRstrz8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2IuHRstrz8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2IuHRstrz8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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bold;"&gt;Ileana Cotrubas (Mimì)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maestro Carlos Kleiber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mãozinha gelada ! permita-me aquecê-la&lt;br /&gt;Procurar para quê&lt;br /&gt;Não se encontra na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;mas, afortunadamente, é uma noite de lua,&lt;br /&gt;e aqui lua temos bem perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espere menina dir-lhe-ei em duas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;quem sou e o que faço, como vivo. Quer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou ? sou um poeta&lt;br /&gt;O que faço ? Escrevo. E como vivo ? Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha alegre pobreza esbanjo como um&lt;br /&gt;grande senhor, rimas e hinos de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Para sonhos e para quimeras&lt;br /&gt;e para castelos no ar,&lt;br /&gt;tenho a alma milionária,&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes do meu cofre, roubam todas as jóias,&lt;br /&gt;dois ladrões . os belos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entram convosco agora&lt;br /&gt;e os meus sonhos habituais..&lt;br /&gt;e os belos sonhos meus&lt;br /&gt;rapidamente se dissiparam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o furto não me incomoda,&lt;br /&gt;porque em seu lugar apareceu&lt;br /&gt;a esperança ! Agora que já me conhece,&lt;br /&gt;falai vós, ah ! contai-me&lt;br /&gt;Quem sois ? Gostaria de dizer-me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2R_KS9J9mU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2R_KS9J9mU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-4939359707818330492?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/4939359707818330492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=4939359707818330492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4939359707818330492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4939359707818330492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-bohme-che-gelida-manina.html' title='La  Bohème-Che gelida manina'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8524816303582086800</id><published>2007-11-10T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:33:26.411Z</updated><title type='text'>Bebo Valdez Y La Cigala-Amar Y Vivir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por qué no han de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que te amo, vida mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por qué no he de decirlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si fundes tu alma con el alma 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vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hay que saber que la vida se aleja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y nos deja llorando quimeras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No quiero arrepentirme después&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de lo que pudo haber sido y no fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiero gozar esta vida teniéndote cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mí hasta que muera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se vive solamente una vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hay que aprender a querer y a vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hay que saber que la vida se aleja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y nos deja llorando quimeras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No quiero arrepentirme después&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de lo que pudo haber sido y no fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiero gozar esta vida teniéndote cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mí hasta que muera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rcx4yIo4k2s&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rcx4yIo4k2s&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8524816303582086800?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8524816303582086800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8524816303582086800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8524816303582086800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8524816303582086800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/bebo-valdez-y-la-cigala-amar-y-vivir.html' title='Bebo Valdez Y La Cigala-Amar Y Vivir'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-6576284586006911722</id><published>2007-11-10T19:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:45:52.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebo Y La Cigala-Eu sei que vou te amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A cada despedida eu vou te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Desesperadamente eu sei que vou te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E cada verso meu será pra te dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que eu sei que vou te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Por toda a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu Sei que vou chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A cada ausência tua eu vou chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mas cada volta Tua há de apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O que essa ausência tua me causou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu sei que vou sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A eterna desventura de viver a espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; De viver ao lado teu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Por Toda a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MtLN7bnv-w"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MtLN7bnv-w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MtLN7bnv-w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-6576284586006911722?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/6576284586006911722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=6576284586006911722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/6576284586006911722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/6576284586006911722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/bebo-y-la-cigala-eu-sei-que-vou-te-amar.html' title='Bebo Y La Cigala-Eu sei que vou te amar'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-7963788120574045992</id><published>2007-11-10T18:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:56:37.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebo Y Cigala-Lagrimas Negras</title><content type='html'>Aunque tú me has echado en el abandono&lt;br /&gt;aunque ya has muerto todas mis ilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;en vez de maldecirte con justo encono&lt;br /&gt;en mis sueños te colmo de bendiciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufro la inmensa pena de tu extravío&lt;br /&gt;siento el dolor profundo de tu partida&lt;br /&gt;y lloro sin que tú sepas que el llanto mío&lt;br /&gt;tiene lágrimas negras como mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU ME QUIERES DEJAR&lt;br /&gt;YO NO QUIERO SUFRIR&lt;br /&gt;CONTIGO ME VOY MI SANTA&lt;br /&gt;AUNQUE ME CUESTE MORIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WrXqN_qEy0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WrXqN_qEy0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WrXqN_qEy0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-7963788120574045992?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/7963788120574045992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=7963788120574045992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7963788120574045992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7963788120574045992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/bebo-y-cigala-lagrimas-negras.html' title='Bebo Y Cigala-Lagrimas Negras'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-5065789238378719334</id><published>2007-11-09T02:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:20:59.909Z</updated><title type='text'>Elixir do amor-Obbligato si Obbligato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando todos partem, Nemorino pede a Dulcamara o elixir do amor utilizado pela Rainha Isolda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dulcamara fica bastante surpreendido pela ignorância do jovem Nemorino, mas não perde a ocasião para lhe vender uma garrafa do "elixir" em troco de todo o dinheiro que tem nos bolsos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segue-se um interessante dueto, entre eles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino agradece considerando-se muito feliz, enquanto em aparte Dulcamara vai dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;elos lugares que percorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais de um bobalhão encontrei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas um como este sem dúvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;não se encontra não senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois Nemorino pergunta como se usa e Dulcamara explica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com cuidado, devagar, devagarinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;agita-se um pouco a garrafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;destapa-se mas com cuidado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não fuja o vapor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;depois aproxima-se dos lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e bebe-se a sorvos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e o efeito surpreendente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;não se demora em conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemorino pergunta quanto tempo é preciso para fazer efeito, a que o charlatão responde ser preciso um dia inteiro, tempo mais que suficiente para partir (diz em surdina).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sobretudo pede-lhe silêncio, pois hoje em dia provocar o amor é uma coisa muito delicada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terminam o dueto ao melhor estilo rossiniano, com Dulcamara a dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vê, mortal afortunado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dei-te um tesouro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo o sexo feminino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amanhã suspirará por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(mas amanhã ao nascer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;estarei muito longe daqui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E Nemorino insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah doutor ! Dou-vos a minha palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;de que o beberei por causa de uma só,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;por qualquer outra, por muito bela que seja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;não sobrará nem uma gota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(sem dúvida, uma estrela amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;trouxe este até aqui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ycNx_6P-oA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ycNx_6P-oA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-5065789238378719334?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/5065789238378719334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=5065789238378719334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/5065789238378719334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/5065789238378719334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/elixir-do-amor-obbligato-si-obbligato.html' title='Elixir do amor-Obbligato si Obbligato'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8062665533172322694</id><published>2007-11-07T00:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:42:51.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Angela Gheorghiu sings 'Addio del passato'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Gheorghiu sings 'Addio del passato' from the opera La Traviata at a concert in Brussels in 2004. Yoel Levi is the conducto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violeta começa por ler uma carta do pai de Alfredo  que lhe diz :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mantive a vossa promessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o duelo teve lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o Barão ficou ferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas já convalesce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alfredo está no estrangeiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu próprio lhe revelei o vosso sacrifício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltará para vos pedir perdão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acompanhá-lo-ei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curai-vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mereceis um futuro melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giorgio Germont...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas Violetta está muito doente e desolada grita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É demasiado tarde . Espero espero mas não chegam jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Começando a cantar depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adeus belos sonhos sorridentes do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;as maças do rosto já empalideceram;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e falta-me o amor de Alfredo.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;consolo e apoio da minha alma cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sorri ao desejo duma transviada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah, perdoai-lhe Deus e acolhei-a no vosso seio !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah! Tudo está terminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;agora tudo está terminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJruYJz3bwQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJruYJz3bwQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8062665533172322694?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8062665533172322694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8062665533172322694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8062665533172322694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8062665533172322694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/angela-gheorghiu-sings-addio-del.html' title='Angela Gheorghiu sings &apos;Addio del passato&apos;'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-62444271077986586</id><published>2007-11-07T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:42:16.487Z</updated><title type='text'>Angela Gheorghiu - Puccini - Butterfly - Un bel di vedremo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Gheorghiu - Puccini - Butterfly - Un bel di vedremo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Gheorghiu sings the aria "Un bel dì vedremo", from Puccini's opera 'Madama Butterfly'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É a  ária da ilusão, Butterfly acredita que Pinkerton o oficial americano com quem se julga casada e de quem tem um filho, vai voltar para o Japão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonha com esse dia o dia em que vai ver um fumo aparecer nos confins do mar, aparecendo depois o navio branco que entrará no porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela diz que não vai ao seu encontro, ficará á espera dele não interessando as horas que esperar, até aparecer um homem ao longe será ele ? não será ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esconder-se-á um pouco para brincar um pouco para não morrer de alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando ele se aproximar que irá dizer, ? estará um pouco ansioso e chamar-lhe-á, "pequenita, minha pequenita esposa perfume de verbena, os nomes que sabia chamar-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garante depois à sua dama de  companhia que esse sonho será realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uut6X4E-Kgk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uut6X4E-Kgk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-62444271077986586?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/62444271077986586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=62444271077986586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/62444271077986586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/62444271077986586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/angela-gheorghiu-puccini-butterfly-un.html' title='Angela Gheorghiu - Puccini - Butterfly - Un bel di vedremo'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-4475059486449037814</id><published>2007-11-07T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:43:16.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Angela GHEORGHIU - Sola perduta abbandonata - Manon Lescaut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ngela Gheorghiu in a recording session of her album 'Puccini' sings the aria "Sola, perduta, abbandonata" from the opera 'Manon Lescaut'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sola, perduta, abbandonata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in landa desolata! Orror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intorno a me s'oscura il ciel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahimè, son sola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nel profondo deserto io cado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strazio crudel, ah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sola, abbandonata, io la deserta donna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, non voglio morir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tutto dunque è finito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terra di pace mi sembrava questa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, mia beltà funesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ire novelle accende -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strappar da lui mi si volea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or tutto il mio passato orribile risorge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e vivo innanzi al guardo mio si posa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, di sangue s'è macchiato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, tutto è finito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asil di pace ora la tomba invoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, non voglio morir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amore, aiuta! No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des Grieux ritorna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fra le tue braccia, amore, l'ultima volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P46OQWhreHE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P46OQWhreHE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-4475059486449037814?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/4475059486449037814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=4475059486449037814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4475059486449037814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4475059486449037814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/angela-gheorghiu-sola-perduta.html' title='Angela GHEORGHIU - Sola perduta abbandonata - Manon Lescaut'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2921191799668488091</id><published>2007-11-03T01:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T02:00:59.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Rigoletto-Caro nome(Gruberova)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gilda é a filha de Rigoletto o bobo, acabou de conhecer o duque de Mântua que lhe declarou o seu amor, ocultando-lhe a sua identidade dizendo chamar GualtierMalde e ser um pobre estudante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois dele ter partido, repete o nome do seu apaixonado, cantando o seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Querido nome que fez o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; palpitar pela primeira vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;as delícias do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me farás sempre recordar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O meu desejo voará sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;para ti em pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e até ao meu último suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o teu nome será sempre querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gualtier Maldé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYBXiazv3n4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYBXiazv3n4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2921191799668488091?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2921191799668488091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2921191799668488091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2921191799668488091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2921191799668488091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/rigoletto-caro-nomegruberova.html' title='Rigoletto-Caro nome(Gruberova)'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3083713700032453162</id><published>2007-11-03T00:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:34:09.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Flauta mágica-Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen-Gruberova</title><content type='html'>Edita Gruberova como "A Rainha da Noite" - Vienna State Opera 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A vingança do inferno arde no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a morte e o desespero ardem à minha volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se Sarastro não sentir da tua mão a agonia da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;morte,nunca mais serás minha filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Serás sepultada e abandonada para sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;serão destruídos todos os laços da natureza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;se Sarastro não for exterminado pela tua mão !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Escutai deuses da vingança ! Escutai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o juramento de uma mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HXHTHgNfnw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HXHTHgNfnw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3083713700032453162?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3083713700032453162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3083713700032453162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3083713700032453162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3083713700032453162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/flauta-mgica-der-hlle-rache-kocht-in.html' title='Flauta mágica-Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen-Gruberova'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2875263257632191207</id><published>2007-11-02T03:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:10:53.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Lucia de Lammermoor-Spargi d'amaro pianto(Gruberova)</title><content type='html'>"Spargi d'amaro pianto" de  Lucia di Lammermoor.&lt;br /&gt;Concerto  de Edita Gruberova  Holland Festival at the Concertgebouw Amsterdam (June 24, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A longa cena da loucura de Lucia, termina então com uma cabaleta de grande beleza musical “Spargi d amaro pianto”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde ela diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;De amargo pranto semeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o meu véu terrestre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;enquanto lá em cima, no Céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eu rezarei por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Apenas a tua chegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tornará belo o céu para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_im6E0zHhU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_im6E0zHhU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2875263257632191207?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2875263257632191207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2875263257632191207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2875263257632191207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2875263257632191207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/lucia-de-lammermoor-spargi-damaro.html' title='Lucia de Lammermoor-Spargi d&apos;amaro pianto(Gruberova)'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-1111285850583987746</id><published>2007-11-02T01:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T01:53:14.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Norma-Final-(Ofélia Hristova)</title><content type='html'>NORMA BELLINI finale OFELIA HRISTOVA Norma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos querem que Norma desminta o seu delito, mas a revelação do facto de ser mãe agrava a sua culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oroveso, o pai , furioso recusa salvar a vida dos filhos de Norma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela canta a sua última e comovedora súplica, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non volerli vittime&lt;/span&gt;. que emociona até Oroverso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah! Não os convertas em vítimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do meu erro fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah! Não os trunques, na flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;da sua inocente idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pensa que são o teu sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E tem piedade deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah, pai tem deles piedade”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oroveso, acaba por lhe dizer que toma conta dos filhos. Enquanto isso Pollione afirma o renascer do seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma, feliz por morrer ao lado do homem amado, sobe com ele para a pira funerária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equanto o coro invoca a maldição divina, os dois amantes, unem-se num amor, mais santo e duradouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNCr7CA4dEw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNCr7CA4dEw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-1111285850583987746?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/1111285850583987746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=1111285850583987746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/1111285850583987746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/1111285850583987746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/11/norma-final-oflia-hristova.html' title='Norma-Final-(Ofélia Hristova)'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-4425017881330574552</id><published>2007-10-29T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:45:59.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Elixir de amor-Udite, udite o rustic</title><content type='html'>i Marco Romano canta a aria de entrada de Dulcamara na recita de Elixir do amor em Taormina em 18 agosto 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ouvi ouvi camponeses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;tende cuidado e não respirai sequer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dou por evidente e imagino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;que tal como eu sabeis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;que sou aquele grande médico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;doutor enciclopédico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;chamado Dulcamara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;cuja virtude ilustre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;e os prodígios infinitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;são conhecidos no mundo inteiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;e parte do estrangeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sou benfeitor de homens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;reparador dos males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Em poucos dias eu esvazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;e limpo os hospitais e vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;vendendo saúde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;pelo mundo inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua depois incitando à compra do produto milagroso.&lt;br /&gt;Passando a enumerar os principais males que se podem curar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Um septuagenário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ainda se converteu em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;avô de dez crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Graças a este Bebe e Sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;em menos duam semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;uma viúva afligida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;deixou de chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vós austeras matronas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quereis rejuvesnescer ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vossas rugas incómodas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;com isto apagareís.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quereis raparigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ter a pele macia ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vós jovens galantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ter sempre amantes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comprai-me o meu específico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no vo-lo dou barato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O elixir move os paralíticos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cura os apoplécticos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;os asmáticos, os asfixiados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;os histéricos e os diabéticos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cura os que sofrem do tímpano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;escrofulosos e raquíticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e até a dor de fígado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que ultimamente está na moda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Acaba por anunciar o preço, da forma típica dos vendedores de banha da cobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;terminando a dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para vos provar o meu agradecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por tão amável recepção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quero, boa gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oferecer-vos um escudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coro fica agradavelmente surpreendido e aplaude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Um escudo ? Realmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;homem mais simpático nõa se pode encontrar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulcamara continua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aqui está este estupendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e tão balsâmico elixir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toda a Europa sabe que não o vendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por menos de nove liras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mas como é sabido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que sou vosso compatriota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;por três liras vo-lo deixo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;peço-vos apenas três liras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;assim pois, é tão claro como o Sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que a cada um que o queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;um escudo contante e sonante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no seu bolso faço entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah quente afecto da pátria !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que milagres podes fazer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retorquindo o coro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sim, é verdade, trazei cá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh, que grande doutor sois !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Teremos da vossa chegada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;uma prolongada recordação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VV6HJ06qya8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VV6HJ06qya8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-4425017881330574552?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/4425017881330574552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=4425017881330574552' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4425017881330574552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4425017881330574552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/elixir-de-amor-udite-udite-o-rustic.html' title='Elixir de amor-Udite, udite o rustic'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-385444001457373954</id><published>2007-10-28T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:53:52.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rinaldo-Lascia ch'io pianga</title><content type='html'>Angela Gheorghiu sings 'Lascia ch'io pianga'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Gheorghiu sings Lascia ch'io pianga by Händel at a concert in Brussels in 2004. Yoel Levi is the conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOYsdtwLSrA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOYsdtwLSrA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-385444001457373954?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/385444001457373954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=385444001457373954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/385444001457373954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/385444001457373954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/rinaldo-lascia-chio-pianga.html' title='Rinaldo-Lascia ch&apos;io pianga'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2566129780918935635</id><published>2007-10-27T02:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T03:00:47.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Wally-Ebben? Ne andrò lontana</title><content type='html'>* La Wally”, de Alfredo Catalani, no Teatro alla Scala de Milão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Angela GHEORGHIU - canta uma ária desta ópera  "Ebben? Ne andrò lontana"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7f5DNpB91C8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7f5DNpB91C8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2566129780918935635?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2566129780918935635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2566129780918935635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2566129780918935635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2566129780918935635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-wally-ebben-ne-andr-lontana.html' title='La Wally-Ebben? Ne andrò lontana'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-522372199549149431</id><published>2007-10-25T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:30:05.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elixir do amor-Una parole o Adina</title><content type='html'>Callas &amp;amp; di Stefano "Una parola o Adina"&lt;br /&gt;Tokio, 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chiedi all aura lusinghiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pergunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a à brisa brincalhona&lt;br /&gt;porque voa sem descanso&lt;br /&gt;ora sobre o lírio, ou sobre a rosa,&lt;br /&gt;ora sobre o prado, ou sobre o arroio,&lt;br /&gt;dir-te-á que a sua natureza&lt;br /&gt;ser ligeira e infiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chiedi al rio perché gemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pergunta ao rio porque é que, gemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desde a nascente em que brotou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se dirige para o mar que o chama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ao mar vai morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dir-te-á que o arrasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um poder que não sabe explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per guarir di tal pazzia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para te curar de tal loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que é loucura o amor constante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tens de seguir a minha usança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada dia mudar de amante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como um prego tira outro prego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o amor afasta o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desta forma eu rio o desfruto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desta forma tenho livre o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te sola io vedo, io sento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só te vejo a ti, eu sinto-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dia e noite, em cada objecto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em vão tento esquecer-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho o teu rosto esculpido no peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mudando como tu fazes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;podes esquecer-se  qualquer outro amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas não se pode, nunca se poderá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tirar o primeiro do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qz0haHYIHF4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qz0haHYIHF4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-522372199549149431?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/522372199549149431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=522372199549149431' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/522372199549149431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/522372199549149431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/elixir-do-amor-una-parole-o-adina.html' title='Elixir do amor-Una parole o Adina'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-1556823857622931707</id><published>2007-10-20T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T02:03:52.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La traviata-E Strano</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Futral - Act 1 Finale - La Traviata&lt;br /&gt;Soprano Elizabeth Futral sings E Strano/Ah Forse Lui/Sempre Libera from a production of La Traviata at the LA opera. Don't know who the tenor is nor the time that this recording took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROso5kKTSBA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROso5kKTSBA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-1556823857622931707?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/1556823857622931707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=1556823857622931707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/1556823857622931707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/1556823857622931707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-traviata-e-strano.html' title='La traviata-E Strano'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-4931023221516169981</id><published>2007-10-20T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T02:00:52.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Traviata-Libiamo ne lieti calici</title><content type='html'>Joan Sutherland Luciano Pavarotti Brindisi Verdi La Traviata&lt;br /&gt;Voices sent from Heaven!! Recorded on 23rd January 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YsMj3VqXwZw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YsMj3VqXwZw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-4931023221516169981?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/4931023221516169981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=4931023221516169981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4931023221516169981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4931023221516169981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-traviata-libiamo-ne-lieti-calici.html' title='La Traviata-Libiamo ne lieti calici'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8201690592547569390</id><published>2007-10-16T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:25:54.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusalka-Canção à Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antonín Dvorák - Rusalka's song to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antonín Dvorák - Rusalka's song to the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexandra Wilson - Soprano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan Rapoport - Conductor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quadrivium Ensemble Orchestral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lua de prata no céu profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a tua luz vê terras distantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;viajas por todo o vasto mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;vês as moradas humanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lua detém-te por um momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;diz-me onde está o meu bem amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Diz&lt;/span&gt;-lhe lua prateada no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;que o estreito em meus braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;que por um instante, ao menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;se recorde de mim em seus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que por um instante, ao menos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;se recorde de mim em seus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ilumina a sua longínqua morada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;diz-lhe quem o está aqui esperando !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ilumina a sua longínqua morada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; diz-lhe quem o está aqui esperando !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Se sonha comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;que esta lembrança o acorde !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lua, não desapareças, não desapareças !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmHbyADqlFU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmHbyADqlFU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8201690592547569390?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8201690592547569390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8201690592547569390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8201690592547569390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8201690592547569390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/rusalka-cano-lua.html' title='Rusalka-Canção à Lua'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2418039187779549465</id><published>2007-10-12T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:03:40.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elixir do amor-Come Paride vezzoso</title><content type='html'>Liceu de Barcelona 2005&lt;br /&gt;Mariela Devia, Adina; Raúl Gimenez, Nemorino; Víctor Torres, Belcore; Cristina Obregón, Giannetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando Belcore entra, dirigindo-se a Adina, depois de a saudar oferece-lhe um ramo de flores, dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Como Páris galante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;entregou a maçã à mais bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;mina querida camponesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;eu te entrego estas flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas sou mais glorioso do que ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;mais feliz do que ele eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dado que como prémio do meu obséquio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;obtenho o teu belo coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presunçoso, mesmo depois de Adina ter comentado entre dentes, ironicamente para as outras mulheres um "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;é modesto, o rapaz&lt;/span&gt;", continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vejo bem nesse rostinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;que fiz uma brecha em teu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Não é coisa surpreendente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dado que sou galante e sou sargento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Não há beleza que resista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;à vista dum penacho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a Marte, Deus da guerra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;até Cupido se rende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perante o pânico de Nemorino, pelo sorriso de Adina ela responda à pergunta de Belcore, sobre o dia em quer o casamento, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dizendo-lhe que não tem pressa, que quer pensar um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Belcore  continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Não percas mais tempo por Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;voam os dias e as horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;na guerra e no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;é um erro hesitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Rende-te ao vencedor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;de mim não podes escapar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não eram estas as palavras ideais para a conquista de Adina, que repele a vaidade dele, afirmando que "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;não é assim tão fácil conquistar Adina&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao longe Nemorino assiste à cena lamentando a sua timidez que o impedem de "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;lhe explicar as minhas penas e talvez tivesse piedade&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O coro e a criada Gianneta, comentam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Seria coisa para rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;se Adina se deixasse apanhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;se  a todos nos vingasse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;este militar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sim sim, mas é raposa velha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e com ela não se pode brincar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belcore convencido e julgando-se já vencedor pede a Aldina, que conceda aos seus guerreiros descanso sob um tecto, ao que Aldina responde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Com boa vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Considerar-me-ei feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;por vos oferecer uma garrafa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e virando-se para os trabalhadores diz-lhes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vós podeis recomeçar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;os lavores do campo interrompidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Já cai o Sol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNGFdAEkbls&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNGFdAEkbls&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2418039187779549465?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2418039187779549465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2418039187779549465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2418039187779549465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2418039187779549465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/elixir-do-amor-come-paride-vezzoso.html' title='Elixir do amor-Come Paride vezzoso'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3263768013933203480</id><published>2007-10-07T18:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:56:11.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto è bella, quanto è cara-Elixir do amor</title><content type='html'>Quanto è bella, quanto è cara&lt;br /&gt;Rolando Villazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como é bela e adorável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quanto mais a vejo, mais gosto dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas a essa coração não sou capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de inspirar o menor afecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela lê, estuda, aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para ela não há coisa desconhecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sou um idiota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não sabe mais do que suspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem me iluminará a mente ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem me ensinará a fazer-me amar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHfiIeIqQkk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHfiIeIqQkk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3263768013933203480?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3263768013933203480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3263768013933203480' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3263768013933203480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3263768013933203480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/quanto-bella-quanto-cara-elixir-do-amor.html' title='Quanto è bella, quanto è cara-Elixir do amor'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8418331738982110479</id><published>2007-10-06T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:23:17.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meine Lippen sie Kussen so heiss</title><content type='html'>.(My Lips Kiss with such fire).. Anna Netrebko delights the Prommers (especially the Men) during the Last Night of the Proms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_kaOYC_Fww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_kaOYC_Fww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8418331738982110479?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8418331738982110479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8418331738982110479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8418331738982110479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8418331738982110479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/meine-lippen-sie-kussen-so-heiss.html' title='Meine Lippen sie Kussen so heiss'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-7488312676470155908</id><published>2007-10-06T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:41:28.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Della crudele Isotta-Elixir do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Netrebko "Della crudele Isotta" L'elisir d'amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rolando Villazon e Coro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela cruel Isolda&lt;br /&gt;o belo Tristão ardia,&lt;br /&gt;nem um pouco de esperança&lt;br /&gt;tinha de possuí-la um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se pôs aos pés&lt;br /&gt;de um sábio mago,&lt;br /&gt;que lhe deu um frasco&lt;br /&gt;com um certo elixir de amor,&lt;br /&gt;pelo que a bela Isolda&lt;br /&gt;dele não conseguiu jamais fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coro responde que um elixir de tão perfeita e rara qualidade, oxála de soubesse a receita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adina continua a história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal ele bebeu um sorvo&lt;br /&gt;do mágico frasco&lt;br /&gt;o coração rebelde&lt;br /&gt;de Isolda enterneceu-se.&lt;br /&gt;Mudada num instante,&lt;br /&gt;aquela beleza cruel,&lt;br /&gt;foi amante de Tristão&lt;br /&gt;e aquele primeiro sorvo,&lt;br /&gt;para sempre abençoou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabando o coro por repetir o que havia dito anteriormente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBdiRA_tXQE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBdiRA_tXQE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-7488312676470155908?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/7488312676470155908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=7488312676470155908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7488312676470155908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7488312676470155908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/della-crudele-isotta-elixir-do-amor.html' title='Della crudele Isotta-Elixir do amor'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-869038097964058516</id><published>2007-10-06T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T04:00:22.677+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bel conforto al mietitore-Elixir do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elisir d'amore introduzione e coro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inizio della recita dell'Elisir d'amore tenuta a Taormina il 18-08-2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce consolo para o segador&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol está mais ardente&lt;br /&gt;é sob uma faia ao pé duma colina&lt;br /&gt;repousar e respirar&lt;br /&gt;O vivo ardor do meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;ameniza a sombra e o rio&lt;br /&gt;mas o amor ardente&lt;br /&gt;nem rio nem sombra podem acalmar.&lt;br /&gt;Afortunado o segador&lt;br /&gt;que dele se pode guardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2TLvOK2IWA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2TLvOK2IWA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-869038097964058516?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/869038097964058516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=869038097964058516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/869038097964058516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/869038097964058516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/bel-conforto-al-mietitore-elixir-do.html' title='Bel conforto al mietitore-Elixir do amor'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8789002822970450155</id><published>2007-10-05T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:48:50.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una furtiva lagrima-Elixir do amor</title><content type='html'>Luciano Pavarotti - "Una Furtiva Lagrima"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRx8sbp4-qo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRx8sbp4-qo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8789002822970450155?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8789002822970450155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8789002822970450155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8789002822970450155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8789002822970450155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/una-furtiva-lagrima-elixir-do-amor.html' title='Una furtiva lagrima-Elixir do amor'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-6467291456787554051</id><published>2007-10-05T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:56:42.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto é bella quanto é cara-Elixir do amor</title><content type='html'>Nicolai Gedda "Quanto e bella" L'elisir d'amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como é bela e adorável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quanto mais a vejo, mais gosto dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas a essa coração não sou capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de inspirar o menor afecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela lê, estuda, aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para ela não há coisa desconhecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sou um idiota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não sabe mais do que suspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem me iluminará a mente ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem me ensinará a fazer-me amar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2DqxU-5ODY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2DqxU-5ODY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-6467291456787554051?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/6467291456787554051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=6467291456787554051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/6467291456787554051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/6467291456787554051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/quanto-bella-quanto-cara-elisir-do-amor.html' title='Quanto é bella quanto é cara-Elixir do amor'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-4205821971830954638</id><published>2007-10-05T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:35:40.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prendi per me sei libero</title><content type='html'>Kathleen Battle com curta intervenção de Pavarotti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4205821971830954638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/prendi-per-me-sei-libero.html' title='Prendi per me sei libero'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-5727716052595761544</id><published>2007-10-04T01:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:52:12.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Dassin Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la façon que tu as d'être belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la façon que tu as d'être à moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tes mots tendres un peu artificiels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quelquefois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la petite fille que tu étais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A celle que tu es encore souvent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ton passé, à tes regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tes anciens princes charmants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la vie, à l'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nos nuits, à nos jours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A l'éternel retour de la chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A l'enfant qui viendra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui nous ressemblera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui sera à la fois toi et moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la folie dont tu es la raison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mes colères sans savoir pourquoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mes silences et à mes trahisons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quelquefois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Au temps que j'ai passé à te chercher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aux qualités dont tu te moques bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aux défauts que je t'ai caché&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mes idées de baladin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la vie, à l'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nos nuits, à nos jours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A l'éternel retour de la chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A l'enfant qui viendra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui nous ressemblera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui sera à la fois toi et moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aux souvenirs que nous allons nous faire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A l'avenir et au présent surtout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la santé de cette vieille terre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui s'en fout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nos espoirs et à nos illusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A notre prochain premier rendez-vous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la santé de ces milliers d'amoureux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui sont comme nous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la vie, à l'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nos nuits, à nos jours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A l'éternel retour de la chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A l'enfant qui viendra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui nous ressemblera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui sera à la fois toi et moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sans espoir et sans regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; J'essaierais d'inventer l'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Naître les couleurs du jour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et qui n'en revient pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dis-moi pour qui j'existerais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Des passantes endormies dans mes bras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que je n'aimerais jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Je ne serais qu'un point de plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Je me sentirais perdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; J'aurais besoin de toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dis-moi comment j'existerais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Je pourrais faire semblant d'être moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mais je ne serais pas vrai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Je crois que je l'aurais trouvé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Simplement pour te créer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et pour te regarder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sans espoir et sans regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; J'essaierais d'inventer l'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Naître les couleurs du jour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Et qui n'en revient pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l'été indien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu sais, je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux que ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matin-là&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nous marchions sur une plage un peu comme celle-ci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c'était l'automne, un automne où il faisait beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;une saison qui n'existe que dans le Nord de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l'Amérique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Là-bas on l'appelle l'été indien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais c'était tout simplement le nôtre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avec ta robe longue tu ressemblais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;à une aquarelle de Marie Laurencin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;et je me souviens, je me souviens très bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ce que je t'ai dit ce matin-là&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;il y a un an, y a un siècle, y a une éternité&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;et on s'aimera encore, lorsque l'amour sera mort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toute la vie sera pareille à ce matin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aux couleurs de l'été indien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aujourd'hui je suis très loin de ce matin d'automne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais c'est comme si j'y étais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;je pense à toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;où est tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que fais-tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;est-ce que j'existe encore pour toi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;je regarde cette vague qui n'atteindra jamais la dune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu vois, comme elle je me couche sur le sable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;et je me souviens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;je me souviens des marées hautes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;du soleil et du bonheur qui passaient sur la mer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;il y a une éternité, un siècle, il y a un an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;et on s'aimera encore, lorsque l'amour sera mort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toute la vie sera pareille à ce matin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aux couleurs de l'été indien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver os vídeo clicar aqui para ver &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-QpaFBD6nE"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A toi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver os vídeo clicar aqui para ver &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuBwReAkXGI"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Et si tu n existais pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuBwReAkXGI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caso não consiga ver os vídeo clicar aqui para ver &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTLFfRofVcw"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L ete indien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-QpaFBD6nE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-QpaFBD6nE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmmgZ-yLQKs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmmgZ-yLQKs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTLFfRofVcw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTLFfRofVcw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-5727716052595761544?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/5727716052595761544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=5727716052595761544' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/5727716052595761544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/5727716052595761544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/10/joe-dassin-tribute.html' title='Joe Dassin Tribute'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-1414319139300497858</id><published>2007-09-28T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:36:53.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem de Verdi-Libera me-Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in die illa tremenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando coeli movendi sunt et terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dum veneris judicare saeculum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per ignem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dum discussio venerit atque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ventura ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando coeli movendi sunt et terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dies illa, dies irae, calamitatis et miseriae,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dies magna et amara valde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dum veneris judicare saeculum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per ignem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;et lux perpetua luceat eis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZGBTdBB97A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZGBTdBB97A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLuFF-BoyUU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLuFF-BoyUU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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title='Requiem de Verdi-Libera me-Price'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-683879386537814220</id><published>2007-09-28T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:21:18.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem de Verdi-Libera me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in die illa tremenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando coeli movendi sunt et terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dum veneris judicare saeculum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per ignem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dum discussio venerit atque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ventura ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando coeli movendi sunt et terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dies illa, dies irae, calamitatis et miseriae,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dies magna et amara valde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dum veneris judicare saeculum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per ignem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;et lux perpetua luceat 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2190221877243883568</id><published>2007-09-28T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:05:20.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem de Verdi-Lux Aeterna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;messa da requiem (verdi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kellen esperian, soprano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dolora zajick, alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;luciano pavarotti, tenor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carlo colombara, bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VI.lux aetern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cum sanctis tuis in aeternum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quia pius es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;et lux perpetua luceat eis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cum sanctis tuis in aeternum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quia pius es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxOO3J2OgWk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxOO3J2OgWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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Offertorium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Domine Jesu Christe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domine Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae,&lt;br /&gt;Senhor Jesus Cristo, Rei da Glória,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum&lt;br /&gt;liberta as almas de todos os que morreram fiéis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de poenis inferni et de profundo lacu:&lt;br /&gt;das penas do inferno e do lago profundo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libera eas de ore leonis,&lt;br /&gt;Libertai-as da boca do leão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne absorbeat eas tatarus, ne cadant in obscurum:&lt;br /&gt;Que não sejam absorvidas no inferno, nem caiam na escuridão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sed signifer sanctus Michael repraesentet eas in lucem sanctam:&lt;br /&gt;Mas que o santo arcanjo Miguel as introduza na luz santa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quam olim Abrahae promisiti et semini ejus.&lt;br /&gt;Conforme prometeste a Abraão e à sua descendência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Hostias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostias et preces tibi, Domine, laudis offerimus:&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifícios e preces a Ti, Senhor, oferecemos com louvores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu suscipe pro animabus illis,&lt;br /&gt;Recebe-os em favor daquelas almas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarum hodie memoriam facimus:&lt;br /&gt;Das quais hoje nos lembramos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fac eas, Domine, de morte transire ad vitam.&lt;br /&gt;Fazei-as, Senhor, da morte passarem para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quam olim Abrahae promisisti et semini ejus.&lt;br /&gt;Conforme prometeste a Abraão e à sua descendência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kC2P46oV5-I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kC2P46oV5-I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-5479063032222666346?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/5479063032222666346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=5479063032222666346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/5479063032222666346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/5479063032222666346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/requiem6.html' title='Requiem de Verdi-6'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-5902887216087415620</id><published>2007-09-22T03:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:26:33.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem Verdi-5</title><content type='html'>Chorus &amp;amp; Orchestra of La Scala&lt;br /&gt;Soloists: Luciano Pavarotti, tenor (1935-2007. R.I.P Mr Pavarotti. We will never forget your wonderful voice)&lt;br /&gt;Leontyne Price, soprano&lt;br /&gt;Nicolai Ghiaurov, bas&lt;br /&gt;Fiorenza Cossotto, mezzo-soprano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 – Lacrimosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimosa dies illa&lt;br /&gt;Dia de lágrimas será aquele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qua resurget ex favilla&lt;br /&gt;no qual os ressurgidos das cinzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judicandus homo reus.&lt;br /&gt;serão julgados como réus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huic ergo parce, Deus&lt;br /&gt;A este poupa, ó Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pie Jesu Domine&lt;br /&gt;piedoso Senhor Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dona eis requiem, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-lhes repouso. Amém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bL9TXRzXt_0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bL9TXRzXt_0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-5902887216087415620?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/5902887216087415620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=5902887216087415620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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completa o Recordare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ingemisco tamquam reus&lt;br /&gt;Choro e gemo como um réu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;culpa rubet vultus meus&lt;br /&gt;a culpa enrubesce meu semblante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supplicanti parce, Deus.&lt;br /&gt;a este suplicante poupai, ó Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui Mariam absolvisti,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, que absolveste a Maria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et latronem exaudisti&lt;br /&gt;e ao ladrão ouviste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mihi quoque spem dedisti.&lt;br /&gt;a mim também deste esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preces meae non sunt dignae&lt;br /&gt;Minhas preces não são dignas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sed tu bonus fac benigne,&lt;br /&gt;sê bondoso e faça misericórdia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne perenni cremer igne.&lt;br /&gt;que eu não queime no fogo eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter oves locum praesta&lt;br /&gt;Dai-me lugar entre as ovelhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et ab haedis me sequestra&lt;br /&gt;e afastai-me dos bodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statuens in parte dextra.&lt;br /&gt;que eu me assente à Tua direita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 – Confutatis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confutatis maledictis&lt;br /&gt;Condenados os malditos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flammis acribus addictis&lt;br /&gt;e lançados às chamas devoradoras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voca me cum benedictis.&lt;br /&gt;chama-me junto aos benditos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oro supplex et acclinis&lt;br /&gt;Oro, suplicante e prostrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cor contritum quasi cinis&lt;br /&gt;o coração contrito, quase em cinzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gere curam mei finis.&lt;br /&gt;tomai conta do meu fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/1982339767010271726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/requiem-de-verdi4.html' title='Requiem de Verdi.4'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-4343629423199885486</id><published>2007-09-22T00:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:00:04.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem de Verdi.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dies irae, dies illa&lt;br /&gt;Dia de ira, aquele dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solvet saeclum in favilla&lt;br /&gt;no qual os séculos se desfarão em cinzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teste David cum Sibylla.&lt;br /&gt;assim testificam Davi e Sibila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantus tremor est futurus,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto temor haverá então,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando judex est venturus,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Juiz vier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuncta stricte discussurus.&lt;br /&gt;Para julgar com rigor todas as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 - Tuba mirum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuba mirum spargens sonum&lt;br /&gt;per sepulchra regionum,&lt;br /&gt;coget omnes ante tronum&lt;br /&gt;Mors stupebit et natura,&lt;br /&gt;cum resurget creatura,&lt;br /&gt;judicanti responsura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver a partir daqui no segundo vídeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Liber Scriptus (mezzo+ coro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liber scriptus proferetur,&lt;br /&gt;in quo totum continetur,&lt;br /&gt;unde mundus judicetur.&lt;br /&gt;Judex ergo cum sedebit,&lt;br /&gt;quidquid latet apparebit,&lt;br /&gt;nil inultum remanebit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Quid sum miser (soprano+mezzo+tenor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?&lt;br /&gt;Quem partonum rogaturus,&lt;br /&gt;cum vix justus sit securus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Rex tremendae(solistas+coro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex tremendae majestatis,&lt;br /&gt;Ó Rei, de tremenda majestade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qui salvandos salvas gratis,&lt;br /&gt;que ao salvar, salva gratuitamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salva me, fons pietatis.&lt;br /&gt;salva a mim, ó fonte de piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Recordare-(soprano+mezzo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordare, Jesu pie,&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te, ó Jesus piedoso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quod sum causa tuae viae,&lt;br /&gt;que fui a causa de tua peregrinação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne me perdas illa die.&lt;br /&gt;não me perca naquele dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quaerens me, sedisti lassus&lt;br /&gt;Procurando-me, ficaste exausto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redemisti crucem passus&lt;br /&gt;me redimiste morrendo na cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantus labor non sit cassus.&lt;br /&gt;que tanto trabalho não seja em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juste judex ultionis,&lt;br /&gt;Juiz de justo castigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donum fac remissionis&lt;br /&gt;dai-me o dom da remissão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ante diem rationis&lt;br /&gt;diante do dia da razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KT8bJoIRHM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KT8bJoIRHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiKmHEzbIdI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiKmHEzbIdI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-4343629423199885486?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/4343629423199885486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=4343629423199885486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4343629423199885486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4343629423199885486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/requiem-de-verdi2.html' title='Requiem de Verdi.2'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3494801826807032786</id><published>2007-09-22T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:18:13.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem de Verdi.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giuseppe Verdi (1813-1901)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Messa da Requiem'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Gheorghiu, soprano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniela Barcellona, mezzo-soprano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roberto Alagna, tenor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian Konstantinov, baixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swedish Radio Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric Ericson Chamber Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orquestra Filarmónica de Berlim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claudio Abbado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-Introitus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,&lt;br /&gt;Repouso eterno dá-lhes, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et lux perpetua luceat eis.&lt;br /&gt;E luz perpétua os ilumine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion,&lt;br /&gt;Tu és digno de hinos, ó Deus, em Sião,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem:&lt;br /&gt;e a ti rendemos homenagens em Jerusalém:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exaudi orationem meam,&lt;br /&gt;Ouve a minha oração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ad te omnis caro veniet.&lt;br /&gt;diante de Ti toda carne comparecerá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,&lt;br /&gt;Repouso eterno dá-lhes, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et lux perpetua luceat eis.&lt;br /&gt;E luz perpétua os ilumine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seguido no video (5.31) por&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. Kyrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison.&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, tem piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison.&lt;br /&gt;Cristo, tem piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison.&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, tem piedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan. 2001 (centenário da morte do compositor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsyDS5sr_gI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsyDS5sr_gI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3494801826807032786?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3494801826807032786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3494801826807032786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3494801826807032786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3494801826807032786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/requiem-de-verdi.html' title='Requiem de Verdi.1'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-1377464761753046365</id><published>2007-09-21T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:02:06.007+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen-Habanera'/><title type='text'>Carmen-Habanera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor é um pássaro rebelde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que ninguém pode aprisionar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de nada serve chamá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pois só vem quando quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De nada servem ameaças ou súplicas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um fala bem, o outro cala-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é o outro que prefiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não disse nada, mas agrada-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor é filho da boêmia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nunca, nunca conheceu qualquer lei;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se não me amares, eu te amarei;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se eu te amar, toma cuidado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O pássaro que julgavas surpreender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bateu asas e voou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor está longe, podes esperá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;já não o esperas...aí está ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;À tua volta, depressa, depressa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele vem, ele vai, depois volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julgas tê-lo apanhado, ele te escapa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;julgas que te fugiu, ele agarra-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor é filho da boêmia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nunca conheceu qualquer lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se não me amares, eu te amarei;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se eu te amar, toma cuidado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8gpNbEy9iA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8gpNbEy9iA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-1377464761753046365?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/1377464761753046365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=1377464761753046365' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/1377464761753046365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/cavalleria-rusticana-mamma-mamma.html' title='Cavalleria Rusticana-Mamma Mamma'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3017210588758035655</id><published>2007-09-17T01:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:15:01.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalleria Rusticana-A voi tutti salute</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NV2xJYFXvsM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NV2xJYFXvsM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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title='Cavalleria Rusticana-A voi tutti salute'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-7890949427207594685</id><published>2007-09-17T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:56:40.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalleria Rusticana-Viva il vino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entretanto acaba a missa e todos os aldeões se reúnem em pequenos grupos. Mamma Lucia atravessa a praça e vai para casa, enquanto todos se vão despedindo uns dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turiddu dirige-se a Lola, mas ela insiste em procurar o seu marido, ele então pega num copo e dirige-se á multidão cantando "Viva il vino spumeggiantte", num brinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Viva o vinho que é sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que conforta os nossos pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e afoga a nossa tristeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embriagando-nos docemente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que todos aplaudem e brindam, dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bebamos bebamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viva o vinho espumoso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4pV4evdl-U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4pV4evdl-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-7890949427207594685?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/7890949427207594685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=7890949427207594685' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7890949427207594685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7890949427207594685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/cavalleria-rusticana-viva-il-vino.html' title='Cavalleria Rusticana-Viva il vino'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2748230768444795406</id><published>2007-09-17T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:21:01.812+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalleria rusticana - Intermezzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pietro Mascagni: Cavalleria rusticana - Intermezzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lim Kek-tjiang conducts Evergreen Symphony Orchestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OvsVSWB4TI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OvsVSWB4TI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2748230768444795406?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2748230768444795406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2748230768444795406' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2748230768444795406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2748230768444795406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/cavalleria-rusticana-intermezzo.html' title='Cavalleria rusticana - Intermezzo'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8985731021515317339</id><published>2007-09-15T04:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T04:47:21.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalleria Rusticana-Innegiammo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A música adquire um tom muito mais solene, quando se ouve o som de um órgão e os aldeões cantam &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Regina Coeli"&lt;/span&gt;, uma peça religiosa em que os instrumentos de metal acompanham suavemente o canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Regina coeli, laetare aleluia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Quia, quem meruisti portare... Aleluia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ressurrexit sicut dixit ... Aleluia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O Coro envolvendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cantemos hinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; o senhor não morreu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Radiante, ele têm aberto o sepulcro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Cantemos hinos ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Senhor ressuscitado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; que hoje ascendeu â gloria do céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Entrando Santuzza a cantar (apenas em 2,36) uma pequena intervenção mas muito bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; onde repete a solo o que o coro acabara de dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; De seguida entram todos na igreja, ficando apenas no adro Lucia e Santuzza, acabando o vídeo  com uma pergunta de Lucia  "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Porque me pediste para me calar ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Nova ária de Santuzza &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Voi lo sapete, o Mamma"&lt;/span&gt;. Trata-se de um número descritivo e linear, onde ela lembra que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turiddu e Lola eram noivos, antes dele ter ido para o serviço militar. Quando regressou descobriu que Lola se havia casado com Alfio. Turiddu tinha tentado esquecê-la com ela. Porém Lola invejosa esqueceu-se do seu marido e roubou-lho. Privada da sua honra ela chora, enquanto eles se voltaram a amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Diz-lhe então Mamma Lucia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pobre de nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Que me estás a contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; neste santo dia ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Retorquindo-lhe Santuzza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Estou condenada, estou condenada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Vá oh Mamma, implorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; a Deus e rogue por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Turiddu virá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; suplicar-lhe-ei mais uma vez"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gl212bW1f1U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gl212bW1f1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8985731021515317339?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8985731021515317339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8985731021515317339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8985731021515317339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8985731021515317339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/cavalleria-rusticana-innegiammo.html' title='Cavalleria Rusticana-Innegiammo'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-570683402835892677</id><published>2007-09-13T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:32:54.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalleria Rusticana-Dite Mamma Lucia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este tema introduz o diálogo entre Santuzza e Mamma Lucia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santuzza dirige-se para a taberna de Mamma Lucia para lhe perguntar pelo filho Turiddu, por quem está muito apaixonada, respondendo-lhe a mãe que foi a Francofonte comprar vinho, mas Santuzza não acredita dado saber que ele foi visto de noite na aldeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucia manda-a entrar em casa, mas Santuzza recusa porque está excomungada, devido ás suas relações pré-matrimoniais com Turiddu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra Alfio o carreteiro e marido de Lola, acompanhado pelo som de estalos de chicote, aparecendo em ritmo de carácter militar, cantando uma breve ária "Il cavalo scalpita" acompanhado pelo coro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   " O cavalo trota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  tintinam os guizos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estala o chicote !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Eh vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  que sopre o vento gelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  que caia a água ou neve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  a mim que me importa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  O coro replica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "Que grande ofício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   ser carreteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  andar de um lado para o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Oh que grande ofício"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGGFOA_N0ko"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGGFOA_N0ko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-570683402835892677?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/570683402835892677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=570683402835892677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/570683402835892677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/570683402835892677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/cavalleria-rusticana-dite-mamma-lucia.html' title='Cavalleria Rusticana-Dite Mamma Lucia'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2703996120161269565</id><published>2007-09-13T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:30:09.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalleria Rusticana-Introdução</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkQtYc-y4g0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkQtYc-y4g0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2703996120161269565?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-4387146556250836071</id><published>2007-09-13T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:16:43.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalleria Rusticana-Oh Lola</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda com o pano corrido, Turiddu canta uma canção siciliana, um tema popular acompanhado pela harpa e escrito em dialecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “Lola a tua camisa é branca como o leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; és branca e encarnada qual cereja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; quando apareces és só sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bendito quem te deu o primeiro beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A tua porta de sangue está manchada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E não me importaria matar-me frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ao teu umbral; e se ao morrer eu fosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Para o Paraíso só entraria se estivesses ali”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lando Bartolini in Cavalleria Rusticana in Caracas in 1989 singing "O Lola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkf0pJc9giA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkf0pJc9giA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste clip apresenta-se toda a esta primeira parte com apresentação e a voz  de Beniamino Gigli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLLI1dAJ0Is"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLLI1dAJ0Is" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-4387146556250836071?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/4387146556250836071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=4387146556250836071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Placido Domingo -Addio alla madre- Met 1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turiddu chama por Mamma Lucia e diz-lhe que bebeu de mais e vai sair, mas primeiro pede-lhe a benção, como no dia em que partiu como soldado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acaba pedindo á mãe que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"se eu não voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu terás de fazer de mãe de Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque eu jurei levá-la ao altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu terás de fazer de mãe de Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se eu não voltar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Mãe pergunta-lhe porque fala assim e ele acaba num tom fortemente dramático por lhe dizer em jeito de despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Um beijo um beijo mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outro beijo adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu não voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faz de mãe de Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um beijo mãe adeus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turiddu sai perante o desespero da mãe que o tenta segurar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A praça vai-se enchendo de gente, Santuzza entra também, há um clima de grande agitação. até que se ouve um grito de mulher dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANNO AMMAZZATO COMPARE TURIDDU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mataram o compadre Turiddu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJaFErXRTb0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJaFErXRTb0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-4813008018916851066?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/4813008018916851066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=4813008018916851066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiorenza Cossotto and Placido Domingo in the second half of the great duet from Mascagni's Cavalleria Rusticana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Santuzza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; implora-lhe que não o deixe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Santuzza&lt;/span&gt; chora e implora-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como podes rejeitar assim a tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Santuzza&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Turiddu&lt;/span&gt; fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fica mais um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;abandonar-me é o que queres ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Turiddu&lt;/span&gt; contesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Porque me persegues, porque me espias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo á entrada da igreja ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acabando por ser mais incisivo no repúdio ao dizer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Vai-te embora repito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;não me incomodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;é inútil lamentares-te depois da ofensa&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atirando-a ao chão e dirigindo-se para a igreja, clamando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Dell&lt;/span&gt; ira tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nom&lt;/span&gt; mi curo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"As tuas ameaças não me assustam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Santuzza&lt;/span&gt; grita-lhe em final de dueto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A te la mala &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Pasqua&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;spergiuro&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te uma má Pascoa, perjuro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNdL6fDabOY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNdL6fDabOY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-4094741777843825985?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/4094741777843825985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=4094741777843825985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4094741777843825985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/4094741777843825985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah-lo-vedo-fiorenza-cossotto.html' title='Ah! lo vedo-Fiorenza Cossotto'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3283049224077816533</id><published>2007-09-10T03:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T04:11:37.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AH ! lo vedi-Simionato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Giulietta Simionato (Santuzza) Angelo Lo Forese (Turiddu) Conducted by Giuseppe Morelli Tokyo, 23.X.1961...cavalleria rusticana giulietta simionato angelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santuzza&lt;/span&gt; implora-lhe que não o deixe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Santuzza&lt;/span&gt; chora e implora-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como podes rejeitar assim a tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Santuzza&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Turiddu&lt;/span&gt; fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fica mais um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;abandonar-me é o que queres ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Turiddu&lt;/span&gt; contesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Porque me persegues, porque me espias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo á entrada da igreja ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acabando por ser mais incisivo no repúdio ao dizer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Vai-te embora repito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;não me incomodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;é inútil lamentares-te depois da ofensa&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atirando-a ao chão e dirigindo-se para a igreja, clamando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Dell&lt;/span&gt; ira tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nom&lt;/span&gt; mi curo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"As tuas ameaças não me assustam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Santuzza&lt;/span&gt; grita-lhe em final de dueto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A te la mala &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Pasqua&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;spergiuro&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te uma má Pascoa, perjuro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8F6wN3zqsw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8F6wN3zqsw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3283049224077816533?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3283049224077816533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3283049224077816533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3283049224077816533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3283049224077816533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah-lo-vedi-simionato.html' title='AH ! lo vedi-Simionato'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-5012147088088326012</id><published>2007-09-09T23:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:30:49.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne me quitte pas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il faut oublier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tout peut s'oublier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui s'enfuit dj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oublier le temps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des malentendus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et le temps perdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A savoir comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oublier ces heures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui tuaient parfois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A coups de pourquoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le coeur du bonheur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moi je t'offrirai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des perles de pluie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venues de pays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O il ne pleut pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je creuserai la terre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jusqu'aprs ma mort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pour couvrir ton corps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'or et de lumire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je ferai un domaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O l'amour sera roi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O l'amour sera loi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tu seras reine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je t'inventerai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des mots insenss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tu comprendras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je te parlerai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De ces amants-l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui ont vu deux fois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leurs coeurs s'embraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je te raconterai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'histoire de ce roi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mort de n'avoir pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pu te rencontrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a vu souvent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rejaillir le feu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D'un ancien volcan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qu'on croyait trop vieux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il est parat-il&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des terres brles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donnant plus de bl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qu'un meilleur avril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et quand vient le soir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pour qu'un ciel flamboie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le rouge et le noir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne s'pousent-ils pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je ne vais plus pleurer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je ne vais plus parler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Je me cacherai l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A te regarder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danser et sourire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et t'couter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chanter et puis rire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laisse-moi devenir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'ombre de ton ombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'ombre de ta main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'ombre de ton chien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPWscSrLiHA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJIZu37Hfr0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJIZu37Hfr0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-5012147088088326012?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/5012147088088326012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=5012147088088326012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/5012147088088326012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/5012147088088326012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/ne-me-quitte-pas.html' title='Ne me quitte pas'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-7983772011516500850</id><published>2007-09-08T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:03:26.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verrano a te sull aure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucia : Joan Sutherland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgardo : Luciano Pavarotti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gala Bing 72&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, verrano a te sull aure, em forma de cabaleta, do dueto, em que canta primeiro o soprano, depois o tenor, para acabarem os dois junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Ah! Irão chegar-te com a brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os meus suspiros ardentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouvirás no murmúrio do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o eco dos meus lamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabendo que de gemidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E de dor me alimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixa que uma amarga lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tome sobre esta prova de amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CC9U43BFio"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_CC9U43BFio" 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href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/verrano-te-sull-aure.html' title='Verrano a te sull aure'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3332063248029625789</id><published>2007-09-06T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:36:52.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingemisco-Requiem Verdi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giuseppe Verdi (1813-1901)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REQUIEM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingemisco (tenor)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At The Teatro Alla Scala , Milan/1967&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingemisco é a parte solista da voz tenor que completa o Recordare&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingemisco tamquam reus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choro e gemo como um réu&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;culpa rubet vultus meus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a culpa enrubesce meu semblante&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supplicanti parce, Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a este suplicante poupai, ó Deus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui Mariam absolvisti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu, que absolveste a Maria,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;et latronem exaudisti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ao ladrão ouviste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mihi quoque spem dedisti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mim também deste esperança.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preces meae non sunt dignae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas preces não são dignas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sed tu bonus fac benigne,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sê bondoso e faça misericórdia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne perenni cremer igne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que eu não queime no fogo eterno.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter oves locum praesta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai-me lugar entre as ovelhas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et ab haedis me sequestra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e afastai-me dos bodes&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statuens in parte dextra.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que eu me assente à Tua direita.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsGrOfmCA1E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsGrOfmCA1E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3332063248029625789?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3332063248029625789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3332063248029625789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3332063248029625789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3332063248029625789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/ingemisco-requiem-verdi.html' title='Ingemisco-Requiem Verdi'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-7746786885465614576</id><published>2007-09-01T04:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:34:53.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MIserere d un alma gla vicina</title><content type='html'>Maria Callas - "Miserere" from "Il Trovatore" Act 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Callas signs "Miserere" from "Il Trovatore", Act 4 (Verdi) in Paris, 1959&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Misere d un alma giá vicina", &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estes sons, estas preces solenes e funestas&lt;br /&gt;enchem este ar de um terror sombrio&lt;br /&gt;A angustia que me assalta por completo&lt;br /&gt;disputa a minha boca e respiração&lt;br /&gt;e ao coração os batimentos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tu vedrai che amore in terra" onde diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verás que amor nesta terra&lt;br /&gt;não existe mais forte que o meu&lt;br /&gt;venceu os destinos em dura guerra&lt;br /&gt;e vencerá a própria morte&lt;br /&gt;Ou com o preço da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;salvarei a tua&lt;br /&gt;ou contigo para sempre unida&lt;br /&gt;para o túmulo irei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7avEWEbE6CA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7avEWEbE6CA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-7746786885465614576?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/7746786885465614576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=7746786885465614576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7746786885465614576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7746786885465614576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/miserere-d-un-alma-gla-vicina.html' title='MIserere d un alma gla vicina'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3371715062628992193</id><published>2007-09-01T03:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T03:18:22.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor sull all rosee</title><content type='html'>Monserat Caballe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sobre as asas rosadas do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;vai, suspiro doloroso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;e do infeliz prisioneiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;conforta a tétrica mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Como um vento de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;move-te pela sua cela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;e desperta-lhe as recordações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;dos nossos sonhos de amor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas não lhe contes desprevenidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;as penas do meu coração"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxldhupJLBc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxldhupJLBc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3371715062628992193?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3371715062628992193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3371715062628992193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3371715062628992193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3371715062628992193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-amor-sull-all-rosee.html' title='O amor sull all rosee'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2153470761825089756</id><published>2007-08-29T03:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:58:08.183Z</updated><title type='text'>O mio Babino Caro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqExm7YDlQA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqExm7YDlQA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvrHxQ3qjAE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SvrHxQ3qjAE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mio babbino caro,&lt;br /&gt;mi piace è bello, bello;&lt;br /&gt;vo'andare in Porta Rossa&lt;br /&gt;a comperar l'anello!&lt;br /&gt;Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!&lt;br /&gt;e se l'amassi indarno,&lt;br /&gt;andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,&lt;br /&gt;ma per buttarmi in Arno!&lt;br /&gt;Mi struggo e mi tormento!&lt;br /&gt;O Dio, vorrei morir!&lt;br /&gt;Babbo, pietà, pietà!&lt;br /&gt;Babbo, pietà, pietà!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2153470761825089756?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2153470761825089756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2153470761825089756' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2153470761825089756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2153470761825089756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-mio-bambino-caro.html' title='O mio Babino Caro'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-7043091431343150114</id><published>2007-08-24T03:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:22:50.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que reste-t-il de nos amours ?</title><content type='html'>O velho Charles Trenet o criador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir le vent qui frappe à ma porte&lt;br /&gt;Me parle des amours mortes&lt;br /&gt;Devant le feu qui s'éteint&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir c'est une chanson d' automne&lt;br /&gt;Dans la maison qui frissonne&lt;br /&gt;Et je pense aux jours lointains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de nos amours&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours&lt;br /&gt;Une photo, vieille photo&lt;br /&gt;De ma jeunesse&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il des billets doux&lt;br /&gt;Des mois d' avril, des rendez-vous&lt;br /&gt;Un souvenir qui me poursuit&lt;br /&gt;Sans cesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent&lt;br /&gt;Baisers volés, rêves mouvants&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de tout cela&lt;br /&gt;Dites-le-moi&lt;br /&gt;Un petit village, un vieux clocher&lt;br /&gt;Un paysage si bien caché&lt;br /&gt;Et dans un nuage le cher visage&lt;br /&gt;De mon passé&lt;br /&gt;Les mots les mots tendres&lt;br /&gt;Qu'on murmure&lt;br /&gt;Les caresses les plus pures&lt;br /&gt;Les serments au fond des bois&lt;br /&gt;Les fleurs qu'on retrouve&lt;br /&gt;Dans un livre&lt;br /&gt;Dont le parfum vous enivre&lt;br /&gt;Se sont envolés&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o víeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWAxaHuwg30"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWAxaHuwg30"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWAxaHuwg30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-7043091431343150114?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/7043091431343150114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=7043091431343150114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7043091431343150114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/7043091431343150114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/08/que-reste-t-il-de-nos-amours_24.html' title='Que reste-t-il de nos amours ?'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-3171718270272350820</id><published>2007-08-24T03:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:23:52.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que reste-t-il de nos amours</title><content type='html'>Aqui é um ddueto entre Dalida e Trenet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir le vent qui frappe à ma porte&lt;br /&gt;Me parle des amours mortes&lt;br /&gt;Devant le feu qui s'éteint&lt;br /&gt;Ce soir c'est une chanson d' automne&lt;br /&gt;Dans la maison qui frissonne&lt;br /&gt;Et je pense aux jours lointains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de nos amours&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours&lt;br /&gt;Une photo, vieille photo&lt;br /&gt;De ma jeunesse&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il des billets doux&lt;br /&gt;Des mois d' avril, des rendez-vous&lt;br /&gt;Un souvenir qui me poursuit&lt;br /&gt;Sans cesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent&lt;br /&gt;Baisers volés, rêves mouvants&lt;br /&gt;Que reste-t-il de tout cela&lt;br /&gt;Dites-le-moi&lt;br /&gt;Un petit village, un vieux clocher&lt;br /&gt;Un paysage si bien caché&lt;br /&gt;Et dans un nuage le cher visage&lt;br /&gt;De mon passé&lt;br /&gt;Les mots les mots tendres&lt;br /&gt;Qu'on murmure&lt;br /&gt;Les caresses les plus pures&lt;br /&gt;Les serments au fond des bois&lt;br /&gt;Les fleurs qu'on retrouve&lt;br /&gt;Dans un livre&lt;br /&gt;Dont le parfum vous enivre&lt;br /&gt;Se sont envolés&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicar &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X70tMctRfyY"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X70tMctRfyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&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/X70tMctRfyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3171718270272350820?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3171718270272350820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=3171718270272350820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3171718270272350820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/3171718270272350820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/08/que-reste-t-il-de-nos-amours.html' title='Que reste-t-il de nos amours'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-2338317034651870235</id><published>2007-08-23T01:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:02:54.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu amor-Chico Buarque de Holnda</title><content type='html'>Caso não consiga ver o vídeo clicat &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txLPlvkGiP4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txLPlvkGiP4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txLPlvkGiP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-2338317034651870235?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/2338317034651870235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=2338317034651870235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2338317034651870235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/2338317034651870235'/><link 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A peça de Goethe conta a luta dos Países Baixos, liderada pelo Conde Egmont, contra a ocupação espanhola. 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-Samson et Dalila -Mon coeur s'ouvre a ta voix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olga  Borodina sings the famous aria from Saint-Saens' Samson et Dalila&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração abre-se ao som da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;como se abrem as flores&lt;br /&gt;sob os beijos da aurora !&lt;br /&gt;Mas oh meu amado&lt;br /&gt;para que as minhas lágrimas sequem melhor&lt;br /&gt;faz com que a tua voz me continue a falar&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que pela Dalila&lt;br /&gt;regressaste para sempre&lt;br /&gt;fala de novo à minha ternura&lt;br /&gt;com os juramentos de outrora&lt;br /&gt;esse juramentos que tanto gostava&lt;br /&gt;Ah responde á minha ternura&lt;br /&gt;Verte sobre mim o teu ébrio amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo modo que se vê o trigo&lt;br /&gt;cujas espigas ondulam&lt;br /&gt;sob a brisa ligeira&lt;br /&gt;assim treme o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;pronto a consolar-se&lt;br /&gt;com o som da tua voz que tanto amo&lt;br /&gt;A seta é menos rápida&lt;br /&gt;como mensageira da morte&lt;br /&gt;de que a tua amada a voar para os teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Ah responde á minha ternura&lt;br /&gt;Verte sobre mim o teu ébrio amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2qSy1g4yP1M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2qSy1g4yP1M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8368907896400130952?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8368907896400130952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8368907896400130952' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8368907896400130952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985140554512671467/posts/default/8368907896400130952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/2007/08/mon-coeur-souvre-ta-voix.html' title='Mon coeur s&apos;ouvre a ta voix'/><author><name>Luís Maia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8394462496661370819</id><published>2007-08-19T02:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:59:28.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmen-  Toreador</title><content type='html'>Ruggero Raimondi, canta a marcha de Escamillo, conhecida com Toreador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ygqq7Yt2Vbo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ygqq7Yt2Vbo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8394462496661370819?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8394462496661370819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985140554512671467&amp;postID=8394462496661370819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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244)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 Chor mit Choral: Kommt, ihr Tochter, helft mir klagen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresdner Kreuzchor&lt;br /&gt;Dresdner Philharmoniker&lt;br /&gt;Kreuzkantor Roderich Kreile - Leitung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ8N0y7ddi0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ8N0y7ddi0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-8504744096433065759?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/8504744096433065759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hs6UDWWUQM/SY-eg8ca3GI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9ZqWg2DGw64/S220/Palha%C3%A7o+a+%C3%B3leo+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985140554512671467.post-8583992834230826296</id><published>2007-08-15T01:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T01:40:39.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turandot-Verdi-Nessum dorma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pavarotti and friends - Nessun Dorma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4GhZ90BtxQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4GhZ90BtxQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verdi Requiem Price/Cossotto/Von Karajan 1967 Scala Milano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCafvuEcaLI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCafvuEcaLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985140554512671467-3408821948539321222?l=blograria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blograria.blogspot.com/feeds/3408821948539321222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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