tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16188392783491904162009-10-14T06:36:47.921+01:00Tokenoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618839278349190416.post-18289249277820855132007-11-13T11:05:00.000+01:002007-11-13T11:13:18.273+01:00<a href="http://muximangola.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132264747710453602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0jx1NpCYydk/Rzl3mJyKl2I/AAAAAAAAB3w/lqeQ8-VCQIQ/s200/preview%5B1%5D_.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://radiosambilas.podOmatic.com/rss2.xml<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618839278349190416-1828924927782085513?l=muximangola-arquivo.blogspot.com'/></div>Tokenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618839278349190416.post-74865198813976783802007-10-16T12:30:00.000+01:002007-10-16T12:34:02.277+01:00<a href="http://ouaberto.blogspot.com/" target=_blank"><img 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é um talentoso angolano nascido em 1981 e que se tem destacado pela acutilância ferina dos seus textos que tem apresentado nos mais diferentes formatos. <p>Depois de ter apresentado com retumbante sucesso durante uma temporada no bar espaço Bahia o espectáculo <strong><em>Beijinho no Rabo</em></strong>, e de uma adaptação rádiofónica do mesmo show para o programa <em>Audiência Zero</em> da <strong>LAC</strong> <em><strong>(Luanda Antena Comercial)</strong></em>, <strong>Nástio Mosquito</strong> prepara agora a versão musical do seu <em>Beijinho no Rabo</em> que deverá ser publicada na segunda metade de 2007 e que levará o nome <strong><em>Homem Nu Faca No Bolso</em></strong>.</p><p>Conheça melhor este projecto e oiça algumas das fantásticas músicas de <strong>Nástio Mosquito</strong> em <a href="http://www.myspace.com/homemnufacanobolso" target="_blank">http://www.myspace.com/homemnufacanobolso</a></p><p>Conheça melhor <strong>Nástio Mosquito</strong> <strong><span style="color:#66ffff;"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/nastiomosquito" target="_blank">Aqui</a></span></strong></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">_______________________________________</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">_______________________________________</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">_______________________________________</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">_______________________________________</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://radiosambilas.podOmatic.com/rss2.xml<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618839278349190416-7019280911662016080?l=muximangola-arquivo.blogspot.com'/></div>Tokenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618839278349190416.post-49482897729655520402006-12-26T02:40:00.000+01:002007-01-03T17:36:51.814+01:00<strong><span style="color:#990000;">NEGAGE TERRA LINDA</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Negage terra linda...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Terra do barro vermelho</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Que eu pisava com carinho</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E onde brincava todos os dias...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Corríamos e brincávamos...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Passeávamos e estudávamos...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Com a beca as primeiras brincadeiras...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E íamos brincando aos namorados...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Aos pais e às mães...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E como sonhávamos...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Sonhávamos com o Paul Anka e o Adamo...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E com o Roberto Carlos também...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E íamos crescendo...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E mais amigas apareceram...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E fomos vivendo, e vendo...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">A beleza da nossa terra...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">O cheiro do capim...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">O crepitar das queimadas...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Que tantas cores traziam...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E ao sentir o teu capim seco...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">A tua terra barrenta...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Os cafeeiros em flor...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Mato e capim...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E sentíamos...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Que éramos meninas...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E sem dar conta...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Fomos sendo mulheres...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Mulheres que hoje...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Choram a saudade...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">De lá longe...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Ter ficado tudo...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">O capim...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">O café...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">O abacaxi...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Os sonhos...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E tu... minha terra feiticeira...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">O sentir que estás longe...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">E que certamente...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Não nos voltarás a abraçar!...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Lili Laranjo</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://radiosambilas.podOmatic.com/rss2.xml<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1618839278349190416-4948289772965552040?l=muximangola-arquivo.blogspot.com'/></div>Tokenoreply@blogger.com3