<?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-6012021817783565800</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:18:24.397-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trupiniquim Canta</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://som.trupiniquim.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012021817783565800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som.trupiniquim.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LGzAfVue1Y/S1XK7G15M0I/AAAAAAAAB4M/pBlAp30hisI/S220/100_0208-300x300.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012021817783565800.post-4564497889340131760</id><published>2009-10-18T19:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:27:33.926-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mundo da Flor...</title><content type='html'>Eis a canção que encerra &lt;i&gt;O Menino do Dedo Verde.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra de Filipe SeuIdilio Souza e música de Nicolás Muma Farruggia&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;allign:center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://player.myspace-player.com/swf/2f2d67enhgld7dsck7hhejcm8e398c28/bjgreen.swf" menu="false" quality="high" width="150" height="80" name="poqbum-dot-com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playlist=http%3A%2F%2Fplayer.myspace-player.com%2Fswf%2F2f2d67enhgld7dsck7hhejcm8e398c28%2Fmp3player.xml" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/allign:center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo há flores...&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem sabe olhar... &lt;br /&gt;Na dança das cores, &lt;br /&gt;Na vida das dores, &lt;br /&gt;No lacrimejar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mar de rumores, &lt;br /&gt;Em mim guardo amores, &lt;br /&gt;Que cheiram a flores &lt;br /&gt;Só de relembrar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto andarilho,&lt;br /&gt;Com rosas dou brilho,&lt;br /&gt;E planto jardins, &lt;br /&gt;Só de imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orquídeas e lírios,&lt;br /&gt;Cristais de delírio, &lt;br /&gt;Causando estribilhos &lt;br /&gt;No meu declamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mar violeta,&lt;br /&gt;No cravo, crisântemo, &lt;br /&gt;De tanto que as amo,&lt;br /&gt;Já vejo meu fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo há flores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que a vida, &lt;br /&gt;Que é flor margarida, &lt;br /&gt;Foi-me oferecida, &lt;br /&gt;Cheirando a jasmim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando não mais,&lt;br /&gt;Quando já em paz, &lt;br /&gt;Onde o corpo jaz, &lt;br /&gt;Vão chorar por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mutação, &lt;br /&gt;Quero a condição &lt;br /&gt;De ser girassol, &lt;br /&gt;Ou então, capim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por baixo das flores,&lt;br /&gt;Cantando clamores, &lt;br /&gt;Verei suas cores, &lt;br /&gt;Colorindo a mim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Findando o temor, &lt;br /&gt;Conceito, valor. &lt;br /&gt;No mundo da Flor, &lt;br /&gt;O Amor é sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo há flores...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6012021817783565800-4564497889340131760?l=som.trupiniquim.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://som.trupiniquim.com/feeds/4564497889340131760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://som.trupiniquim.com/2009/10/no-mundo-da-flor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012021817783565800/posts/default/4564497889340131760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012021817783565800/posts/default/4564497889340131760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://som.trupiniquim.com/2009/10/no-mundo-da-flor.html' title='No Mundo da Flor...'/><author><name>Muma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LGzAfVue1Y/S1XK7G15M0I/AAAAAAAAB4M/pBlAp30hisI/S220/100_0208-300x300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
