<?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-25724994</id><updated>2011-09-06T08:27:03.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte de Luiz Mauro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-3802190641526085207</id><published>2010-10-23T16:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:34:55.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Contato: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:luizmauro2011@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luizmauro2011@gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luizmauro.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Página Inicial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Algumas das minhas músicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Lembranças (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5bWeSD8YVA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img class="gl_color_fg" border="0" alt="Cor do texto" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Quero essa morena (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOn6-VcMX3w"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Serenata (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aje2Bcss840"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Teu olhar (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_t0FsPJSr0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Quem me dera (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=780UNRVRHHc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Chica Maria (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRN3aTYM73E"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Sozinho (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8f0PBpobtQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Recordando (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ov4zg0XaEn4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Velho amigo (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGGZcDrIPIM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Título: - Cantiga pro meu filho (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sShje8zveyk"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Com Emílio Damasceno - London by night (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fIgEDA-Wf4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-3802190641526085207?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/3802190641526085207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=3802190641526085207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3802190641526085207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3802190641526085207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/10/contato-luizmaurocgmail.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-358085260132926957</id><published>2010-10-22T05:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:29:08.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TMFXcH7Q4GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/W-Fzdy7T18c/s1600/DSC00812B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530797958063251554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TMFXcH7Q4GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/W-Fzdy7T18c/s400/DSC00812B.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Desta vez a postagem traz o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDUARDO&lt;/span&gt;, mais um dos amigos queridos que participam dos encontros na casa do Norberto. Além de ser gente do bem, Eduardo é cantor, compositor e violonista. Sempre chega com alguma música "preparada" pra nos mostrar. Bom te ter aqui, meu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-358085260132926957?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/358085260132926957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=358085260132926957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/358085260132926957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/358085260132926957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/10/desta-vez-postagem-traz-o-eduardo-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TMFXcH7Q4GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/W-Fzdy7T18c/s72-c/DSC00812B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5938994907681422003</id><published>2010-09-14T07:25:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:22:47.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TI9b4Km-eXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dgr5VKM-qZA/s1600/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516729089030781298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TI9b4Km-eXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dgr5VKM-qZA/s400/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TI9b34Sj4oI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4v4ZkDKTcGc/s1600/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516729084113314434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TI9b34Sj4oI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4v4ZkDKTcGc/s400/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aos poucos vou conseguindo trazer pra cá os amigos sensíveis, da música. Aí está o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sérgio Tomedi&lt;/span&gt;, que com sua simpatia, sua voz bonita e seu gosto musical, torna mais agradáveis  os encontros semanais na casa do Norberto Santos, que aparece abaixo, nos demonstrando sua incrível intimidade com a guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ra. Bom te ter aqui, Sérgio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5938994907681422003?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/5938994907681422003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=5938994907681422003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5938994907681422003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5938994907681422003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/09/aos-poucos-vou-conseguindo-trazer-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TI9b4Km-eXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dgr5VKM-qZA/s72-c/DSC00558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5951539559224403412</id><published>2010-07-26T10:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:03:52.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TE2W2P60wiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QFdyLuDvOGQ/s1600/DSC05878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TE2W2P60wiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QFdyLuDvOGQ/s400/DSC05878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498216578819605026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro músico participante das sonoras tardes de sábado na casa do Damasceno. - Juarez Diehl, que usando (e bem) uma gaita em Dó, toca em qualquer tonalidade. Grande abraço, Juarez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5951539559224403412?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/5951539559224403412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=5951539559224403412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5951539559224403412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5951539559224403412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/07/outro-musico-participante-das-sonoras.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TE2W2P60wiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QFdyLuDvOGQ/s72-c/DSC05878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-8728054818257204437</id><published>2010-06-13T07:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:03:33.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBTHinadybI/AAAAAAAAATo/Kt342YfkRao/s1600/eleemes02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482226043926202802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBTHinadybI/AAAAAAAAATo/Kt342YfkRao/s400/eleemes02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gravando uma música minha "Tanta Paixão", na casa do Maurinho.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É muito bom tocar com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-8728054818257204437?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/8728054818257204437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=8728054818257204437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8728054818257204437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8728054818257204437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/06/gravando-uma-musica-minha-na-casa-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBTHinadybI/AAAAAAAAATo/Kt342YfkRao/s72-c/eleemes02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-3734348795333575519</id><published>2010-06-13T07:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:10:13.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBTC7RfOvpI/AAAAAAAAATg/iDPXrSq-VfQ/s1600/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482220969979199122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBTC7RfOvpI/AAAAAAAAATg/iDPXrSq-VfQ/s400/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Churrasquinho na casa do Maurinho dia 18/04/2010, tocando e cantando (que nem dói nada), rodeado de gente boa. Edu (baixo), Guiza (violão), Edilson Ávila (guitarra), que neste dia me presenteou com o violão de 7 cordas. Uma rica manhã de domingo. Pouco tempo depois, o Guiza me honrou com uma visita aqui em casa. Passamos uma tarde doce, regada a chimarrão, música e histórias. Pra que mais, né ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-3734348795333575519?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/3734348795333575519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=3734348795333575519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3734348795333575519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3734348795333575519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/06/churrasquinho-na-casa-do-maurinho-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBTC7RfOvpI/AAAAAAAAATg/iDPXrSq-VfQ/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-85334675569102092</id><published>2010-06-11T06:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:27:30.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBILHJYnf9I/AAAAAAAAATY/WxHg2VYRkJQ/s1600/Luiz+Palmeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481455913869475794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBILHJYnf9I/AAAAAAAAATY/WxHg2VYRkJQ/s400/Luiz+Palmeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Com muita alegria, faço esta postagem. Trata-se nada mais, nada menos, da minha mais recente aventura musical: - Tentar intimidade com o violão de 7 cordas. Responsável por esta aventura: - Edilson Ávila, guitarrista e amigo, que me presenteou com este instrumento. Na foto, outro grande amigo e agora meu professor, Luiz Palmeira, músico de primeiríssima linha, que sabe tudo do "7 cordas". - Abração, Palmeira. Obrigado por tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-85334675569102092?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/85334675569102092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=85334675569102092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/85334675569102092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/85334675569102092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/06/com-muita-alegria-faco-esta-postagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/TBILHJYnf9I/AAAAAAAAATY/WxHg2VYRkJQ/s72-c/Luiz+Palmeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-4923523455788056112</id><published>2010-03-14T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:30:53.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/S50rRjs1omI/AAAAAAAAATE/0VZN53AUc4U/s1600-h/heitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448558704829244002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/S50rRjs1omI/AAAAAAAAATE/0VZN53AUc4U/s400/heitor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SQReP7u0_YI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xd9VljIM9Aw/s1600-h/DSC06884.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pessoal, eu sou o Heitor. - Meu vô coruja me acha uma mistura de pintura, poesia, música, ternura, alegria, felicidade, sei lá mais o que "de bom". Daí, me colocou aqui, pra se exibir pros amigos. Até criou um espaço só pra mim, linkado neste blog. &lt;a href="http://fotolog.terra.com.br/heitormelosdacosta"&gt;Clique aqui !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-4923523455788056112?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/4923523455788056112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=4923523455788056112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4923523455788056112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4923523455788056112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/03/pessoal-eu-sou-o-heitor.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/S50rRjs1omI/AAAAAAAAATE/0VZN53AUc4U/s72-c/heitor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5625278198565444839</id><published>2010-03-14T10:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:14:39.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/S5zt_4Tl40I/AAAAAAAAAS8/AFpF9qbKsDs/s1600-h/Theo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448491330913559362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/S5zt_4Tl40I/AAAAAAAAAS8/AFpF9qbKsDs/s400/Theo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá pessoal ! - Eu sou o THEO, primo do Heitor. Meus pais, Carolina e Marcus disseram que também tenho direito neste espaço que o meu vô coruja criou, logo ..... também quero me mostrar. - clique &lt;a href="http://fotolog.terra.com.br/theodacostalima"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, pra me ver melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5625278198565444839?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/5625278198565444839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=5625278198565444839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5625278198565444839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5625278198565444839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2010/03/ola-pessoal-eu-sou-o-theo-primo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/S5zt_4Tl40I/AAAAAAAAAS8/AFpF9qbKsDs/s72-c/Theo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1223018375237095683</id><published>2008-12-07T18:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:37:33.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/STxRlpJMZTI/AAAAAAAAARo/D6ywMYhz5TM/s1600-h/Manuel_Maurinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277182570512803122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/STxRlpJMZTI/AAAAAAAAARo/D6ywMYhz5TM/s400/Manuel_Maurinho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/STxRleMGrrI/AAAAAAAAARg/h6YCX0tcQCU/s1600-h/Manuel_Maurinho_Delicatessen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277182567572221618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/STxRleMGrrI/AAAAAAAAARg/h6YCX0tcQCU/s400/Manuel_Maurinho_Delicatessen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repito aqui o que escrevi no e-mail. Acordar de manhã e encontrar uma mensagem enviada por este rico amigo, &lt;strong&gt;Manuel Sousa (Maneca) e a Lena&lt;/strong&gt;, cheia de palavras boas e com estas fotos ao lado do &lt;strong&gt;Maurinho&lt;/strong&gt;, foi realmente um momento muito bonito pra mim. Eu merecia este carinho. As fotos foram tiradas após o show do &lt;strong&gt;Grupo Delicatessen&lt;/strong&gt;, em São Paulo, no dia 06 de dezembro de 2008 e mostram também o &lt;strong&gt;Mano Gomes&lt;/strong&gt; (baterista) e o &lt;strong&gt;Nico Bueno&lt;/strong&gt; (contrabaixista), cuja qualidade artística dispensa comentários . Aos menos avisados: o &lt;strong&gt;Manuel &lt;/strong&gt;é pianista de mão cheia, toca feito gente grande. Pena a gente estar tão longe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1223018375237095683?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/1223018375237095683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=1223018375237095683' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1223018375237095683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1223018375237095683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/12/repito-aqui-o-que-escrevi-no-e-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/STxRlpJMZTI/AAAAAAAAARo/D6ywMYhz5TM/s72-c/Manuel_Maurinho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-2388011584142694241</id><published>2008-09-13T07:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:18:03.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SSlIyyJWm1I/AAAAAAAAARA/xeZrOYH38O8/s1600-h/141108deon8168ricardostricher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271824876105538386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SSlIyyJWm1I/AAAAAAAAARA/xeZrOYH38O8/s400/141108deon8168ricardostricher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu amigo e ótimo pianista, &lt;strong&gt;Paulo Pinheiro&lt;/strong&gt; com o &lt;strong&gt;Maurinho&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;Bar Odeon&lt;/strong&gt;, na rua Andrade Neves, onde apresentam sua arte musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMuphXKVkRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2J3K1I4PXVw/s1600-h/LMFilho_Jorginho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245472581621223698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMuphXKVkRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2J3K1I4PXVw/s400/LMFilho_Jorginho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorginho do Trumpete e Maurinho.&lt;/strong&gt; Faz um bom tempo que estes dois &lt;strong&gt;grandes músicos&lt;/strong&gt; encantam os frequentadores do &lt;strong&gt;Bar Odeon&lt;/strong&gt;, na Rua Andrade Neves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-2388011584142694241?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/2388011584142694241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=2388011584142694241' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/2388011584142694241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/2388011584142694241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/09/jorginho-do-trumpete-e-maurinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SSlIyyJWm1I/AAAAAAAAARA/xeZrOYH38O8/s72-c/141108deon8168ricardostricher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1706175186013610982</id><published>2008-09-13T07:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:06:45.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMumLcZ_8lI/AAAAAAAAANs/JK37tF_WoSg/s1600-h/Aole3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245468906537087570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMumLcZ_8lI/AAAAAAAAANs/JK37tF_WoSg/s400/Aole3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meu jovem e querido amigo &lt;strong&gt;Haolê&lt;/strong&gt;, harmonicista e parceiro das tardes de sábado, na casa do Damasceno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMumLVj25FI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EB7iV6WDiTU/s1600-h/DSC05658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245468904699389010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMumLVj25FI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EB7iV6WDiTU/s400/DSC05658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É bem interessante e gostosa, a união da harmônica com o violão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMumLsX39aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vNG90hhEqLw/s1600-h/fotos+29dez2006+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245468910823142818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMumLsX39aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vNG90hhEqLw/s400/fotos+29dez2006+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu, me metendo na vida dele, tocando harmônica. Esta dupla promete. - eheheh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1706175186013610982?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/1706175186013610982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=1706175186013610982' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1706175186013610982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1706175186013610982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/09/meu-jovem-e-querido-amigo-haol-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMumLcZ_8lI/AAAAAAAAANs/JK37tF_WoSg/s72-c/Aole3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-3790317020166025444</id><published>2008-09-07T18:06:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:56:01.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMRQzlXru4I/AAAAAAAAANM/KfS5mV8GdNg/s1600-h/Filho_Guilherme_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243404713301097346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMRQzlXru4I/AAAAAAAAANM/KfS5mV8GdNg/s400/Filho_Guilherme_x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Grande alegria eu tive há poucos dias, quando ao abrir minha caixa de mensagens encontrei o nome &lt;strong&gt;Guilherme Braga&lt;/strong&gt;. Pois este moço, que aparece de vermelho ao lado do Maurinho, meu filho, é amigo de longa data. Quando pela primeira vez entrei no estúdio 1 da TV Gaúcha, levado pela &lt;strong&gt;Elis&lt;/strong&gt; (citei esta passagem no início do blog), entre os artistas que iriam gravar naquela noite, ali estava aquele moço que eu gostava tanto de ouvir cantar "&lt;strong&gt;Sol do Amanhã&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwYdZZf2Fd8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), de autoria de Telmo Padilha, Demóstenes Gonzales e Alfred Hülsberg, que gravou e fez muito sucesso na época. Se tornou um grande amigo pelo qual tenho muita admiração e carinho. Prazerzão em te reencontrar, Guilherme. Abraço forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-3790317020166025444?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/3790317020166025444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=3790317020166025444' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3790317020166025444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3790317020166025444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/09/grande-alegria-eu-tive-h-poucos-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMRQzlXru4I/AAAAAAAAANM/KfS5mV8GdNg/s72-c/Filho_Guilherme_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-4540887143742718670</id><published>2008-09-07T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:21:00.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPUC4vP_KI/AAAAAAAAANE/mVURhBdzh4k/s1600-h/jantar+02Ajpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243267537244781730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPUC4vP_KI/AAAAAAAAANE/mVURhBdzh4k/s400/jantar+02Ajpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com o amigo e excelente violonista &lt;strong&gt;Toneco&lt;/strong&gt;. Pouco depois desta foto a gente fez um som muito bom, com a participação (é claro) de todo o &lt;strong&gt;Grupo Vocal Muito Prazer&lt;/strong&gt;. - Lembrança boa, esta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-4540887143742718670?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/4540887143742718670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=4540887143742718670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4540887143742718670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4540887143742718670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/09/com-o-amigo-e-excelente-violonista.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPUC4vP_KI/AAAAAAAAANE/mVURhBdzh4k/s72-c/jantar+02Ajpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-2504232551766398749</id><published>2008-09-07T08:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:53:13.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPP7y8_MPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/65ogRfW_Dlo/s1600-h/Foto_Santander.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243263017386193138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPP7y8_MPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/65ogRfW_Dlo/s400/Foto_Santander.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fernando, Glênio Reis, &lt;strong&gt;Telmo de Lima Freitas&lt;/strong&gt; e eu. Registro feito após o show do Telmo (participação do Fernando, ao violão), no Banco Santander. - Um belo final de domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWjDIzesu6o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Clique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para ouvir "O esquilador", uma das muitas obras do Telmo. Quando esta música venceu a &lt;strong&gt;9ª Califórnia da Canção Nativa&lt;/strong&gt;, eu fazia parte do corpo de jurados. Rica lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-2504232551766398749?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/2504232551766398749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=2504232551766398749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/2504232551766398749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/2504232551766398749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/09/fernando-glnio-reis-telmo-de-lima.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPP7y8_MPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/65ogRfW_Dlo/s72-c/Foto_Santander.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-8339664320926314514</id><published>2008-09-07T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:29:08.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPNcrR86jI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5u0NpwXStxw/s1600-h/DSC05660A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243260283727440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPNcrR86jI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5u0NpwXStxw/s400/DSC05660A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acompanhando Cesar Baldo, meu amigo e parceiro dos sábados na casa do Damasceno, cantando "Lígia", do Tom Jobim, música que a gente gosta muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-8339664320926314514?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/8339664320926314514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=8339664320926314514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8339664320926314514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8339664320926314514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/09/acompanhando-cesar-baldo-meu-amigo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SMPNcrR86jI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5u0NpwXStxw/s72-c/DSC05660A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-7561209035589065970</id><published>2008-08-31T15:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:54:08.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLr0lkqLMXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zBXdzPIOxX8/s1600-h/Foto33A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240770042731901298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLr0lkqLMXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zBXdzPIOxX8/s400/Foto33A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Norberto Santos&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt;, acompanhando a grande cantora &lt;strong&gt;Janet Cirne&lt;/strong&gt; (amiga que nos deixou tão cedo), em show na &lt;strong&gt;Ordem dos Músicos do Brasil&lt;/strong&gt;. Um beijo,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;amiga, onde estiveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-7561209035589065970?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7561209035589065970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7561209035589065970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/norberto-santos-e-eu-acompanhando.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLr0lkqLMXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zBXdzPIOxX8/s72-c/Foto33A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-3872236819103717965</id><published>2008-08-31T15:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:23:08.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrw5ouPIHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vwDJb7DdqUA/s1600-h/Foto22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240765989373550706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrw5ouPIHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vwDJb7DdqUA/s400/Foto22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comemoração após a vitória no &lt;strong&gt;III Festival Sul Brasileiro da Canção Popular&lt;/strong&gt;, com a música "&lt;strong&gt;Chica Maria&lt;/strong&gt;". Esq-&gt;dir (de pé): Geraldo Schuller, eu, Vilson Ayala, Chiquinho, Ney Christ, Fernando do Ó, Calcagnoto e Luis Fernando. (sentados): Gilberto Benati, Ana, Valéria, dona Neusa, Simone, Marina e o Sabino Loguércio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-3872236819103717965?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3872236819103717965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3872236819103717965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/dir-de-p-geraldo-schuller-eu-vilson.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrw5ouPIHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vwDJb7DdqUA/s72-c/Foto22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-6926628778044431323</id><published>2008-08-31T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:26:29.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrv3YReuhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/addccg0goqM/s1600-h/Foto18A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240764851086604818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrv3YReuhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/addccg0goqM/s320/Foto18A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Norberto Santos&lt;/strong&gt; (guitarrista), &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;Beta&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Jaeger&lt;/strong&gt;), cantora e professora de técnica vocal, após apresentação na &lt;strong&gt;Ordem dos Músicos do Brasil&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-6926628778044431323?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6926628778044431323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6926628778044431323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/norberto-santos-guitarrista-eu-e-beta.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrv3YReuhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/addccg0goqM/s72-c/Foto18A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-7746766986668469759</id><published>2008-08-31T15:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:56:07.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrt7srX6ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZgN3N_rQA_4/s1600-h/Foto07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240762726260140434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrt7srX6ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZgN3N_rQA_4/s320/Foto07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participação no programa &lt;strong&gt;GR Show&lt;/strong&gt;, apresentado por &lt;strong&gt;Glênio Reis&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Ivan Castro&lt;/strong&gt; (foto), na TV Gaúcha. Ao fundo, o grupo vocal "&lt;strong&gt;Quarteto em Fá&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-7746766986668469759?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7746766986668469759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7746766986668469759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/participao-no-programa-gr-show-na-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLrt7srX6ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZgN3N_rQA_4/s72-c/Foto07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-4747912478668736649</id><published>2008-08-27T17:46:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:46:32.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXLxx1p4RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RMdOdeQyZes/s1600-h/DSC06495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239317797567848722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXLxx1p4RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RMdOdeQyZes/s320/DSC06495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com &lt;strong&gt;Norberto Santos&lt;/strong&gt;, num dos encontros &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;semanais que acontecem na sua casa, com a presença do &lt;strong&gt;João Neto&lt;/strong&gt; e do &lt;strong&gt;Vinícius Mótula.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Chacrinha&lt;/strong&gt;" das boas, onde se conversa, se canta, se toca, se conta anedota, toma café com bolachas, ri, chora, enfim ... sai de tudo ali. Agradeço a Deus pelos amigos que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-4747912478668736649?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4747912478668736649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4747912478668736649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-norberto-santos-num-dos-ricos.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXLxx1p4RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RMdOdeQyZes/s72-c/DSC06495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-6174187921990933879</id><published>2008-08-27T17:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:21:54.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXJoztAEyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KYf2CZputV8/s1600-h/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239315444426347298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXJoztAEyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KYf2CZputV8/s320/DSC06491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;João Neto&lt;/strong&gt;, grande amigo que a cada encontro nos brinda com sua arte, tanto no baixo quanto no violão. Muita serenidade e muito bom gosto nas coisas que faz. - Um beijo, João.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-6174187921990933879?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6174187921990933879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6174187921990933879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/joo-neto-outro-amigo-que-cada-encontro.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXJoztAEyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KYf2CZputV8/s72-c/DSC06491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-7953632418934666543</id><published>2008-08-27T17:22:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:25:22.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXItkmN7NI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xSFetRRnKyU/s1600-h/DSC06483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239314426759081170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXItkmN7NI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xSFetRRnKyU/s320/DSC06483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com o amigo &lt;strong&gt;Vinícius Mótula&lt;/strong&gt;, mais um viciado nesta cachaça que é a música e mostrando em cada encontro, que rapidamente está se tornando "&lt;strong&gt;do ramo&lt;/strong&gt;". - Seriedade e persistência. Dá gosto ver a evolução deste cara. Parabéns, guri !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXHJ08kT-I/AAAAAAAAALU/-xsWbYeT36E/s1600-h/DSC06495.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXHKBwQH4I/AAAAAAAAALc/BziHZM2EulI/s1600-h/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXHKjy818I/AAAAAAAAALk/MS70Glzvri0/s1600-h/DSC06483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-7953632418934666543?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7953632418934666543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7953632418934666543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLXItkmN7NI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xSFetRRnKyU/s72-c/DSC06483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-6769655682701593046</id><published>2008-08-27T04:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:06:09.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLUPLavBw5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9XUfamsAyS8/s1600-h/LM_RosaMaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239110430344987538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLUPLavBw5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9XUfamsAyS8/s320/LM_RosaMaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com a cantora e grande amiga &lt;strong&gt;Rosa Maria&lt;/strong&gt;, numa das visitas que me fez. Agora me convidou para participar como violonista no CD que está preparando. A foto registra uma primeira "passadinha" numa das músicas. Estes encontros sempre acabam com um violão e algumas canções, que ninguém é de ferro, né ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-6769655682701593046?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6769655682701593046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6769655682701593046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-cantora-e-amiga-rosa-maria-numa-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLUPLavBw5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9XUfamsAyS8/s72-c/LM_RosaMaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-4435382376859599327</id><published>2008-08-27T04:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:28:24.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLUN-zzOP5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YqArc9DXXQ0/s1600-h/Paulo+Melo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239109114223542162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLUN-zzOP5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YqArc9DXXQ0/s320/Paulo+Melo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com meu amigo &lt;strong&gt;Paulo Mello&lt;/strong&gt;, do &lt;strong&gt;Grupo Vocal Muito Prazer&lt;/strong&gt;, cantarolando uma música que estão ensaiando para o próximo CD. - Momentos leves que acontecem (que bom) todos os dias. E porque não (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DoXF4rueRo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) uma trilha com eles, né ? - Quem não quizer, que não se encante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-4435382376859599327?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4435382376859599327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4435382376859599327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-meu-amigo-paulo-melo-do-grupo-vocal.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLUN-zzOP5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YqArc9DXXQ0/s72-c/Paulo+Melo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-3001591124696968527</id><published>2008-08-26T05:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:50:51.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLPL-alLk4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/sYxD6905NqE/s1600-h/Encontro_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238755064709616514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLPL-alLk4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/sYxD6905NqE/s320/Encontro_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Felipe Moon&lt;/strong&gt;, exímio guitarrista que atualmente vive na Italia, vindo a Porto Alegre, me honrou com sua visita. Trouxe na garupa o &lt;strong&gt;Jefferson Marx&lt;/strong&gt;, outro guitarrista da pesada, depois o &lt;strong&gt;Maurinho&lt;/strong&gt; e depois &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt;, bem faceiro pelo encontro e pelo som que a gente fez. Um bom momento, este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-3001591124696968527?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3001591124696968527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3001591124696968527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/felipe-moon-guitarrista-que-atualmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLPL-alLk4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/sYxD6905NqE/s72-c/Encontro_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1950557708876136015</id><published>2008-08-24T14:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:24:36.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLGp8uu7FjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TGqdM5ByNrQ/s1600-h/Foto21A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238154702410683954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLGp8uu7FjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TGqdM5ByNrQ/s320/Foto21A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Com a cantora &lt;strong&gt;Érica Norimar&lt;/strong&gt;, nos jardins da TV Gaúcha. Érica defendeu (e muito bem) no III Festival Sul Brasileiro da Canção Popular, a música "&lt;strong&gt;Sonho&lt;/strong&gt;", de autoria do Cesar Dorfman. Na falta de uma gravação na voz dela, pego carona no CD ainda em preparação, do meu amigo &lt;strong&gt;Roberto Gianoni&lt;/strong&gt;, onde esta música foi incluída.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/71571376/37d27b5/8_-_Sonho.html"&gt;ouvir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1950557708876136015?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1950557708876136015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1950557708876136015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-cantora-rica-norimar-nos-jardins-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SLGp8uu7FjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TGqdM5ByNrQ/s72-c/Foto21A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-7452631902372179014</id><published>2008-08-19T17:28:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:38:51.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SY7EDoHpzsI/AAAAAAAAASw/hc7ooehuPqk/s1600-h/LM_Necka_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300389378049822402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SY7EDoHpzsI/AAAAAAAAASw/hc7ooehuPqk/s400/LM_Necka_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SY7AYWcpRLI/AAAAAAAAASo/I22VK6I3lVU/s1600-h/Necka.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SY6_gJGw4rI/AAAAAAAAASg/9nUZNsHmQ54/s1600-h/R2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300384370382660274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SY6_gJGw4rI/AAAAAAAAASg/9nUZNsHmQ54/s400/R2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com &lt;strong&gt;Necka Ayala&lt;/strong&gt;, sobrinha, meio filha, amiga, do bem, cantora, violonista, compositora de peso, sei lá o que mais vou dizer desta criatura. Ah, ia esquecendo: - &lt;strong&gt;minha fã número zero&lt;/strong&gt;. eheheh. - Azar é de quem não a conhece. A foto registra, em minha casa, o momento em que mostrava a ela uma composição recente, minha. Depois do CD "&lt;strong&gt;Cavalo Marinho&lt;/strong&gt;", citado anteriormente, gravou um segundo CD, ao qual deu o nome de "&lt;strong&gt;Todo&lt;/strong&gt;", sem dúvida nenhuma, mais um trabalho de alto nível. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-7452631902372179014?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7452631902372179014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7452631902372179014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-necka-ayala-sobrinha-meio-filha.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SY7EDoHpzsI/AAAAAAAAASw/hc7ooehuPqk/s72-c/LM_Necka_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5459013698079706669</id><published>2008-08-19T16:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:16:31.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKsy9Df2BdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Va49WkS3HMQ/s1600-h/Rubem_Santos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236335016240612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKsy9Df2BdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Va49WkS3HMQ/s320/Rubem_Santos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rubens Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Rica lembrança das muitas e muitas noites de canções românticas no seu "&lt;strong&gt;Clube dos Cozinheiros&lt;/strong&gt;", na rua Garibaldi, bairro Bom Fim, onde fui levado pelo amigo Glênio Reis. Palmas, só com estalos de dedos. Silêncio absoluto. Na parede, uma placa onde se lia "&lt;strong&gt;Quem conversa enquanto alguém faz música, coloca sua própria ignorância na vitrine&lt;/strong&gt;". E se alguém não respeitasse esta norma, a música era interrompida e o cliente, convidado a se retirar. - Quanta coisa boa pra lembrar ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5459013698079706669?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5459013698079706669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5459013698079706669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/rubens-santos-rica-lembrana-das-muitas.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKsy9Df2BdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Va49WkS3HMQ/s72-c/Rubem_Santos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-8453901072855197648</id><published>2008-08-18T18:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:58:24.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKnz4aF0lzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KvxWVrPa5Xo/s1600-h/Foto09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235984192196876082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKnz4aF0lzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KvxWVrPa5Xo/s320/Foto09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKnz4mrj3GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/t00X-w0mFto/s1600-h/Foto44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235984195576388706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKnz4mrj3GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/t00X-w0mFto/s320/Foto44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKnz4pnZM_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/DY8lJjd8PLw/s1600-h/Foto43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235984196364219378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKnz4pnZM_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/DY8lJjd8PLw/s320/Foto43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na foto 1 - Gilberto Benatti, tocando bateria, eu e o Vilson Ayala, no órgão. Reunião musical, na casa do pai do Julio Cesar Pacheco, outro amigo que há tempo não vejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKny0ZsbkRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1BaMHgbfZFE/s1600-h/Foto09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na foto 2 - Eu, Fernando Colares, Gilberto (trumpetista) e o Vilson Ayala. Apresentação na TV Piratini, num festival de música regional, onde defendemos a música "O gaúcho e a saudade", de autoria do Vilson Ayala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na foto 3 - Vilson Ayala, no órgão, Flora Marlene (minha irmã, que canta com muita categoria) e ao fundo, eu, no violão. Apresentação no Ayala's bar, ambiente que deixou uma saudade enorme na gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKny0vJZSbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-BWIBH3xnRo/s1600-h/Foto44.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-8453901072855197648?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8453901072855197648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8453901072855197648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKnz4aF0lzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KvxWVrPa5Xo/s72-c/Foto09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-7886989700597300927</id><published>2008-08-17T17:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:59:18.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKieDOomPGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XcU-SIPa5u4/s1600-h/Dsc01265A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235608345123372130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKieDOomPGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XcU-SIPa5u4/s320/Dsc01265A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com meu amigo Volnei, artista plástico que assina suas obras como "&lt;strong&gt;Volpetiz&lt;/strong&gt;", meu ídolo e meu mestre em desenho e pintura. Cheguei agora da sua casa, após uma bela tarde de papo bom e atualização de fofocas. Pra quem não conhece, alguns dos seus trabalhos estão expostos no endereço &lt;a href="http://volpetiz.gigafoto.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://volpetiz.gigafoto.com.br&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-7886989700597300927?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7886989700597300927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7886989700597300927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-meu-amigo-volnei-pintor-que-assina.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKieDOomPGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XcU-SIPa5u4/s72-c/Dsc01265A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5224770660280493923</id><published>2008-08-11T18:48:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T03:47:07.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKDH56-FemI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aPyuHrjvsks/s1600-h/Foto48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233402564900649570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKDH56-FemI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aPyuHrjvsks/s320/Foto48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SOU EU SIM ! - Cantando feliz com a vitória, no III Festival Sul Brasileiro da Canção Popular (1969), com a música de minha autoria "Chica Maria", acompanhado pelo conjunto do Renato, no ginásio do Grêmio Náutico União. Ao fundo, o ator Claudio Marzo. Na foto abaixo, recebendo o prêmio das mãos de Claudio Marzo onde aparecem também o maestro e grande amigo Paulo Dorfman, com a cantora Érica Norimar, que não vejo há muitos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKDHbZGeCCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YuOdVGdlIE8/s1600-h/Foto01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233402040412932130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKDHbZGeCCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YuOdVGdlIE8/s320/Foto01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5224770660280493923?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5224770660280493923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5224770660280493923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/cantando-feliz-com-vitria-do-iii.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKDH56-FemI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aPyuHrjvsks/s72-c/Foto48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1564417467640469835</id><published>2008-08-11T04:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:07:26.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_ykMhGMtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ubmT03fFW18/s1600-h/Foto19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233167995677061842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_ykMhGMtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ubmT03fFW18/s320/Foto19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Glenio Fagundes, rico amigo poeta, cantor, violonista e compositor, que me deu a honra de musicar uma de suas poesias. "Noitando ausências". Há muitos anos o Glenio adoça as manhãs de domingo com a apresentação do seu programa "&lt;strong&gt;Galpão Nativo&lt;/strong&gt;" no canal 7. A foto foi tirada durante uma exposição de pinturas que fiz no clube Caixeiros Viajantes. Faz tempo isto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1564417467640469835?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1564417467640469835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1564417467640469835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-glenio-fagundes-rico-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_ykMhGMtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ubmT03fFW18/s72-c/Foto19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-887419125821005133</id><published>2008-08-11T03:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:21:00.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_2ZF8yBQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fZlRBYhYfzE/s1600-h/Foto16A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233172202982081794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_2ZF8yBQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fZlRBYhYfzE/s320/Foto16A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_wOUPKuGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/I0_O-9hqXzY/s1600-h/Foto16.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renato Maciel de Sá Junior, Gilberto Carvalho Benatti, eu e o Manuel de Sousa, que depois de muitos anos reencontrei e estamos atualizando as fofocas via e-mail (ele em São Paulo e eu aqui em Porto Alegre). Esta foto foi tirada no dia do meu casamento, em 1973, no Ayala's Bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-887419125821005133?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/887419125821005133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/887419125821005133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/renato-maciel-de-s-junior-gilberto.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_2ZF8yBQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fZlRBYhYfzE/s72-c/Foto16A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-8526860924317742327</id><published>2008-08-09T07:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:15:41.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_0_a40_EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qFC_C_56eSg/s1600-h/Foto27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233170662414416962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_0_a40_EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qFC_C_56eSg/s320/Foto27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ16foDnNDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9eU0edpdOE4/s1600-h/LM_LMFILHO_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232473025821488178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ16foDnNDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9eU0edpdOE4/s320/LM_LMFILHO_A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com muita honra faço esta postagem. Trata-se do registro fotográfico mostrando o primeiro show que o Maurinho participou. Isto aconteceu na sala Luis Cosme da Casa de Cultura Mário Quintana, em 01 de Setembro de 1993. Detalhe: - Foi comigo (ele, eu e Deus). Sem dúvida, um momento muito bonito. Me assumo como "Pai coruja". - Deus te abençoe, filhão !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-8526860924317742327?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8526860924317742327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8526860924317742327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-muita-honra-fao-esta-postagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJ_0_a40_EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qFC_C_56eSg/s72-c/Foto27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-3320489887787171732</id><published>2008-08-06T04:14:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:33:59.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJldYVEcoCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KapFe3ZwhVU/s1600-h/LMF_Gloria2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231315114721583138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJldYVEcoCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KapFe3ZwhVU/s320/LMF_Gloria2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; - Glória Bernardete, ao som do piano de Luiz Mauro Filho, dando uma amostrinha do que será seu CD (em fase de preparação), cantando bem como sempre, uma música minha. "&lt;strong&gt;Eu preciso você"&lt;/strong&gt;. - (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TS8a77lzfDU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-3320489887787171732?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3320489887787171732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3320489887787171732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/glria-bernardete-e-luiz-mauro-filho.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJldYVEcoCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KapFe3ZwhVU/s72-c/LMF_Gloria2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1980205071591507843</id><published>2008-08-06T03:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:47:59.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJlZTphJsSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O00Vs9CfABo/s1600-h/LM_Ivo_Fraga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231310636264829218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJlZTphJsSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O00Vs9CfABo/s320/LM_Ivo_Fraga.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Com o cantor Ivo Fraga, que ao som do violão de Sil Farnei, brindou a noite de Porto Alegre com sua simpatia e com a suavidade e afinação de sua voz, num belíssimo show na Companhia das Artes. Que bom que eu estava lá. (05ago2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1980205071591507843?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1980205071591507843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1980205071591507843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-o-cantor-ivo-fraga-que-ao-som-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJlZTphJsSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O00Vs9CfABo/s72-c/LM_Ivo_Fraga.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-7727032605311571897</id><published>2008-08-03T10:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:41:35.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJW8amuwvVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/80wAnYBvjxE/s1600-h/DSC06656A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230293707519999314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJW8amuwvVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/80wAnYBvjxE/s320/DSC06656A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º Festival Sul-Brasileiro da Canção Popular&lt;/strong&gt; (1967), quando pela primeira vez subi num palco. - "&lt;strong&gt;Marcha para um novo amor&lt;/strong&gt;", de minha autoria, obteve o terceiro lugar. Gravada ao vivo durante a apresentação (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wl0Ur0r3eQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), onde cantei acompanhado pelo &lt;strong&gt;Conjunto do Renato&lt;/strong&gt; (com a participação de Vilson Ayala, ao acordeon&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;. Anos depois foi gravada pelo &lt;strong&gt;Conjunto Melódico de Norberto Baldauf, &lt;/strong&gt;com a interpretação do &lt;strong&gt;Edgar Pozzer. - &lt;/strong&gt;Tempo bom, aquele.&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/25724994-7727032605311571897?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7727032605311571897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7727032605311571897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-festival-sul-brasileiro-da-cano.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJW8amuwvVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/80wAnYBvjxE/s72-c/DSC06656A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5613800727937412788</id><published>2008-08-03T06:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:52.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJWHMiBiqkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j0_Bw1gvVTs/s1600-h/Glaucus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230235191622150722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJWHMiBiqkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j0_Bw1gvVTs/s320/Glaucus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encontro na casa do &lt;strong&gt;Jarbas Pessano, &lt;/strong&gt;o&lt;strong&gt; "binha"&lt;/strong&gt; (no primeiro plano), onde me foi feito o convite para participar como jurado na 9ª Califórnia da Canção Nativa, em Uruguaiana. Depois estive também na 12ª.  Da esq&gt;dir. - Poeta &lt;strong&gt;Colmar Duarte&lt;/strong&gt;, poeta &lt;strong&gt;Glaucus Saraiva&lt;/strong&gt;, eu e o poeta, cantor, compositor &lt;strong&gt;Glênio Fagundes&lt;/strong&gt;, que até hoje adoça as manhãs de domingo apresentando seu programa "Galpão Nativo" no Canal 7. - Lembrança boa, esta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5613800727937412788?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5613800727937412788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5613800727937412788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/encontro-na-casa-do-jarbas-pessano-dir.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJWHMiBiqkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j0_Bw1gvVTs/s72-c/Glaucus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1762990580874670915</id><published>2008-08-02T08:41:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:52.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJRWKYp2_HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/B4pJpW_t-CQ/s1600-h/DSC01845A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229899803700690034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJRWKYp2_HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/B4pJpW_t-CQ/s320/DSC01845A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No &lt;a href="http://fotolog.terra.com.br/luiz_mauro"&gt;http://fotolog.terra.com.br/luiz_mauro&lt;/a&gt; são mostrados alguns dos meus trabalhos de &lt;strong&gt;Desenho e Pintura&lt;/strong&gt;. A foto acima registra uma exposição que fiz em março de 2006, na agência Central dos Correios e Telégrafos de Porto Alegre, onde tive momentos de grande alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1762990580874670915?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1762990580874670915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1762990580874670915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-endereo-httpfotolog.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJRWKYp2_HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/B4pJpW_t-CQ/s72-c/DSC01845A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-4899999297516524431</id><published>2008-08-01T03:52:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T04:38:29.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cante uma canção pra mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;(Luiz Mauro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cante uma canção pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;qualquer cançãozinha serve, seja de amor, de roda ou de ninar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas é importante que eu possa embalar a mente de forma doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;neste meu hoje, que acordou tão cinzento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cante uma canção pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;qualquer cançãozinha serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se for de amor, amarei. Se for de ninar, dormirei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se tua canção for de roda,talvez eu volte a ser criança, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;por um momento que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se me sentires menino como tua canção, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;não pare de cantar tão cedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deixe que eu percorra todos os caminhos dos sonhos infantís,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;antes da brincadeira acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deixe que eu deixe de ser adulto, neste instante lindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;que sei, durará tão pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pra gente grande o tempo passa muito depressa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cante uma canção pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;qualquer cançãozinha serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seja de amor, de roda ou de ninar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se tua canção for de ninar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e me sentires adormecendo enquanto cantas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;não pare de cantar tão cedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deixe que eu sonhe todos os sonhos, antes de despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Emudece todos os ruídos, pra que meu sonho seja como nuvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deixe que eu deixe de ser adulto, neste instante lindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;que sei, durará tão pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pra gente grande o tempo passa muito depressa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cante uma canção pra mim, qualquer cançãozinha serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seja de amor, de roda ou de ninar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se tua canção for de amor e me sentires amando enquanto cantas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;não pare tão cedo de cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deixe que eu ame todos os amores que estiverem por ser amados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não me acorde nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Continue cantando até que lhe falte a voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e mesmo assim, cante-me no ouvido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;baixinho que seja, mas não pare de cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Deixe que eu deixe de ser de pedra, neste instante lindo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;que sei, durará tão pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pra gente grande o tempo passa muito depressa ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cante uma canção pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-4899999297516524431?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4899999297516524431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4899999297516524431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/08/cante-uma-cano-pra-mim-luiz-mauro-cante.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-7527384777407851227</id><published>2008-07-31T04:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:52.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF6-ybQ0PI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SemB8k0N-Ng/s1600-h/LM_LMfilho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229095861460455666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF6-ybQ0PI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SemB8k0N-Ng/s320/LM_LMfilho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com meu rico filho, &lt;strong&gt;Luiz Mauro Filho&lt;/strong&gt; (Maurinho), pianista de primeiríssima grandeza, cuja qualidade musical é altamente reconhecida em todos os lugares onde atua. - Um beijo, filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-7527384777407851227?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7527384777407851227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7527384777407851227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/com-meu-rico-filho-luiz-mauro-filho.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF6-ybQ0PI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SemB8k0N-Ng/s72-c/LM_LMfilho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-4039071562182404493</id><published>2008-07-31T04:19:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:53.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF2KKje3II/AAAAAAAAAFE/88tsJW9tTUQ/s1600-h/Edison_LM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229090559357803650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF2KKje3II/AAAAAAAAAFE/88tsJW9tTUQ/s320/Edison_LM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF2KYtnCdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-fkcX-mD0Cs/s1600-h/DSC06365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229090563158378962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF2KYtnCdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-fkcX-mD0Cs/s320/DSC06365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF2KeJQj-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/AG17zWcMmoY/s1600-h/DSC06297A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229090564616523746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF2KeJQj-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/AG17zWcMmoY/s320/DSC06297A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Com meu amigo &lt;strong&gt;Edson&lt;/strong&gt;, um dos parceiros das tardes de sábado na casa do Damasceno. Ele é, além de técnico de som, guitarrista e compositor que durante quase 40 anos atuando no &lt;strong&gt;Conjunto Impacto&lt;/strong&gt;, abrilhantou muitas festas do Rio Grande do Sul. - Autor de: "&lt;strong&gt;Tudo está mudando&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) e "&lt;strong&gt;Jeito todo seu&lt;/strong&gt;" . (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/71799726/4e4f4ca9/jeito_todo_seu.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-4039071562182404493?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4039071562182404493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4039071562182404493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/com-o-amigo-edson-integrante-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SJF2KKje3II/AAAAAAAAAFE/88tsJW9tTUQ/s72-c/Edison_LM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-6774115394023950141</id><published>2008-07-29T03:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:53.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI7NsoRuW_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/w2C6wLNzGKM/s1600-h/DSC02597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228342384033422322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI7NsoRuW_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/w2C6wLNzGKM/s320/DSC02597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI7Ns_9a3hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9l26Y0Zx0KE/s1600-h/DSC02596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228342390390709778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI7Ns_9a3hI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9l26Y0Zx0KE/s320/DSC02596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI7NtK-UGZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rw-qWGtgZmA/s1600-h/DSC02594.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228342393347250578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI7NtK-UGZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rw-qWGtgZmA/s320/DSC02594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Acreditem: - Estão vendo fotos do meu amigo Emílio Damasceno tocando gaita de boca. Claro, na realidade trata-se de um conjunto de quatro gaitas muito compridas, ligadas entre si. Além do tamanho, a diferença entre esta e as gaitas conhecidas, é que, nela, a finalidade é fazer acordes de até quatro notas. A grande habilidade do Damasceno em lidar com este instrumento, tornou possível a execução de mais de duzentos acordes. "Meninos, eu vi ... " e até toquei, com o Damasceno utilizando esta gaita. Eu, tocando violão, é claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-6774115394023950141?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6774115394023950141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6774115394023950141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/acreditem-esto-vendo-fotos-do-meu-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI7NsoRuW_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/w2C6wLNzGKM/s72-c/DSC02597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5225030806343681660</id><published>2008-07-28T04:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:54.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JR16gtSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IN9xEpkgXO4/s1600-h/PB270001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227985682070287650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JR16gtSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IN9xEpkgXO4/s320/PB270001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JR6_HmQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LozhEBuYY0Y/s1600-h/PB270003_Fixed(1).Jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227985683431790850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JR6_HmQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LozhEBuYY0Y/s320/PB270003_Fixed(1).Jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JR3TqfqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ONfJXRxYCCc/s1600-h/PB270005_Fixed(1).Jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227985682444222114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JR3TqfqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ONfJXRxYCCc/s320/PB270005_Fixed(1).Jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JSI_GarI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DXfXT3KFbPg/s1600-h/PB270006_Fixed(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227985687189809842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JSI_GarI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DXfXT3KFbPg/s320/PB270006_Fixed(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Registros do show de lançamento do CD "Rua da Praia", do cantor Fernando Colares. -1) Glênio Reis, Luiz Mauro Filho, Fernando Colares e o Tito Madi. -2) Luiz Mauro, Luiz Mauro Filho e Fernando Colares. -3) Amigos cantando com Tito Madi: - Guilherme Braga, Roberto Gianoni, Luiz Mauro, Mariza Fernanda (rádioatriz), Tito Madi (de costas), Raul (guitarrista do Baldauf), Ruth Regina e Fernando Colares. -4) Luiz Mauro Filho e Luiz Mauro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5225030806343681660?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5225030806343681660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5225030806343681660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/registros-do-show-de-lanamento-do-cd.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2JR16gtSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IN9xEpkgXO4/s72-c/PB270001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-636050491870154047</id><published>2008-07-28T04:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:54.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2HQw0tiwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jv4ihtlVk2w/s1600-h/COLARES-009B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227983464500660994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2HQw0tiwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jv4ihtlVk2w/s320/COLARES-009B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momento muito bom, com o cantor e compositor Tito Madi e com o grande amigo e radialista, Glênio Reis, na festa de lançamento do CD "Rua da Praia", do cantor Fernando Colares. Uma noite inesquecível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-636050491870154047?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/636050491870154047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/636050491870154047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/momento-muito-bom-com-o-cantor-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SI2HQw0tiwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jv4ihtlVk2w/s72-c/COLARES-009B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5582599655471132320</id><published>2008-07-27T08:20:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:16:45.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIxoV_iB0tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6QYIkxFUhsk/s1600-h/Gilberto+Jose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227667994511004370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIxoV_iB0tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6QYIkxFUhsk/s320/Gilberto+Jose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Chica Maria&lt;/span&gt;, música de minha autoria, com a qual fui o vencedor do III Festival Sul Brasileiro da Canção Popular (1969) e classificada para o concurso no Rio de Janeiro “O Brasil Canta no Rio” onde cantei no Maracanãzinho, acompanhado pelo Conjundo do Renato, de Porto Alegre. Muitos anos depois, recebi um telefonema do cantor Gilberto José (foto), do “Musical Excelsior Show”, dizendo que havia gravado a música. (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkCFflSIWEA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) Dias depois Gilberto esteve na minha casa me levando o LP, que guardo até hoje, com carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5582599655471132320?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5582599655471132320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5582599655471132320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/chica-maria-ouvirbaixar-msica-vencedora.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIxoV_iB0tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6QYIkxFUhsk/s72-c/Gilberto+Jose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1979998209640335675</id><published>2008-07-27T06:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:06:21.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SV03qoIz12I/AAAAAAAAASA/pZkWKR92XTo/s1600-h/Nelson+Vaccari2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286442743071233890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SV03qoIz12I/AAAAAAAAASA/pZkWKR92XTo/s400/Nelson+Vaccari2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nelson Vaccari, amigo que há muito tempo não vejo, é o compositor desta música que um dia gravei na Rádio Gaúcha e tenho bem guardada em meus arquivos. Disponibilizo aqui, para que - "Não deixe que o sonho acabe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BN2fc7vKcFo"&gt;ouvir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1979998209640335675?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1979998209640335675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1979998209640335675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/nelson-vaccari-amigo-que-h-muito-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SV03qoIz12I/AAAAAAAAASA/pZkWKR92XTo/s72-c/Nelson+Vaccari2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-3002029873075630283</id><published>2008-07-26T09:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:11:20.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsg3ZjcisI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ACQ5eAOSXnQ/s1600-h/CavaloMarinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227307928618044098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsg3ZjcisI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ACQ5eAOSXnQ/s320/CavaloMarinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tive a honra de ser convidado para participar da gravação deste CD “Cavalo Marinho”, tocando e cantando. Necka Ayala, filha do Vilson Ayala, acordeonista, tecladista, ritmista, desde muito cedo demonstrou ser “do ramo” da arte. Foi muito gratificante pra mim, ter neste disco, interpretado duas músicas, uma de autoria da Necka “Dois” (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZcKFzzma-w"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) e a outra do Vilson “Branca Flor” (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmtnksxgwTk"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”, além de ter participado também como violonista em outras faixas. Lembranças muito boas destas gravações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-3002029873075630283?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3002029873075630283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3002029873075630283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/tive-honra-de-ser-convidado-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsg3ZjcisI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ACQ5eAOSXnQ/s72-c/CavaloMarinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-8968849806614728166</id><published>2008-07-26T08:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:55.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsUSfl1tFI/AAAAAAAAADc/3DNe1UYBXYk/s1600-h/DSC05770A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227294100444001362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsUSfl1tFI/AAAAAAAAADc/3DNe1UYBXYk/s320/DSC05770A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsUSrduORI/AAAAAAAAADk/IvoBBt-hhOU/s1600-h/DSC05769A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227294103631182098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsUSrduORI/AAAAAAAAADk/IvoBBt-hhOU/s320/DSC05769A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;                         "A laranja nunca cai longe do pé" ! - Pra comprovar o que diz este ditado, basta ouvir o que este ainda tão jovem violonista já está fazendo, seja solando ou harmonizando e cantando. Nada mais, nada menos do que "Luiz Miguel", filho do Norberto Santos e da Liane (Li), minha grande amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-8968849806614728166?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8968849806614728166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8968849806614728166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/laranja-nunca-cai-longe-do-p-pra_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsUSfl1tFI/AAAAAAAAADc/3DNe1UYBXYk/s72-c/DSC05770A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-2882659617483152905</id><published>2008-07-26T07:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:55.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsLxN2k4-I/AAAAAAAAACk/iTJ-S3pEumU/s1600-h/DSC05764A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227284732653659106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsLxN2k4-I/AAAAAAAAACk/iTJ-S3pEumU/s320/DSC05764A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Meu rico amigo, o guitarrista Norberto Santos, com quem há mais de 20 anos me encontro semanalmente, faça sol, chuva ou frio. Devo a ele muito do que aprendi no violão, nos tantos encontros que tivemos durante todo este tempo. Um beijo, meu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-2882659617483152905?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/2882659617483152905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/2882659617483152905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-rico-amigo-o-guitarrista-norberto.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIsLxN2k4-I/AAAAAAAAACk/iTJ-S3pEumU/s72-c/DSC05764A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-8331735576913806986</id><published>2008-07-25T07:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:49:57.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anseios&lt;br /&gt;(Luiz Mauro) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Se os teus e os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda falam de coisas puras&lt;br /&gt;E nem todas as flores pereceram&lt;br /&gt;No outono que dividiu nosso sonho&lt;br /&gt;É porque nos queremos !&lt;br /&gt;Se os teus e os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sugerem um abraço terno&lt;br /&gt;E tentam cada um o íntimo do outro&lt;br /&gt;A cada possível e furtivo encontro,&lt;br /&gt;É porque nos queremos !&lt;br /&gt;Se os teus e os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda anseiam por um momento livre&lt;br /&gt;Para poderem se olhar muito e muito,&lt;br /&gt;De todas as maneiras e ângulos,&lt;br /&gt;É porque nos queremos !&lt;br /&gt;Se, pelos caminhos ocultos&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos em madrugadas escuras,&lt;br /&gt;Os teus e os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Se buscam incessantemente,&lt;br /&gt;É porque nos queremos !&lt;br /&gt;Se nossas meninas dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Se enfeitam todas de azul&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que lhes é permitido o encontro&lt;br /&gt;É porque nos queremos !&lt;br /&gt;E ... se nos queremos,&lt;br /&gt;Façamos possíveis, amor,&lt;br /&gt;Esses azuis a todo instante.&lt;br /&gt;Que se derramem sobre nossos seres&lt;br /&gt;E que venha logo esse Novo Dia&lt;br /&gt;Que se promete tão cheio de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no livro "Poesias em oração" - 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-8331735576913806986?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8331735576913806986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/8331735576913806986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/anseios-luiz-mauro-se-os-teus-e-os-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-730235366712559422</id><published>2008-07-25T04:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:28:28.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SImSBAzt9KI/AAAAAAAAABw/xU7RJ3uukzg/s1600-h/Yoli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226869388634616994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SImSBAzt9KI/AAAAAAAAABw/xU7RJ3uukzg/s320/Yoli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; Meu envolvimento maior com a gaita de boca não vem de muito tempo. Tudo começou quando conheci &lt;strong&gt;Emílio Damasceno&lt;/strong&gt;, exímio "gaitista", fundador do "&lt;strong&gt;Trio Harmônico&lt;/strong&gt;". Daquela época até hoje, usamos as tardes de sábados para nossos encontros musicais, regados a violão, voz, gaita de boca, cafezinho, guaraná e bolachinhas. Aprendi com o Damasceno diversos macetes sobre este maravilhoso instrumento. Em dezembro de 2006 conheci &lt;strong&gt;Maurício Einhorn&lt;/strong&gt;, harmonicista e compositor conhecido internacionalmente, num show que fez com &lt;strong&gt;Altamiro Carrilho&lt;/strong&gt; no átrio do Banco Santander. Depois disso tratei de comprar gaitas em outras tonalidades. Agora já tenho quatro e já estou mais íntimo delas. - Vejam só, até já fui convidado (... e aceitei) para participar tocando gaita de boca numa das faixas do CD da cantora &lt;strong&gt;Yoli&lt;/strong&gt;, na música "&lt;strong&gt;Ponto final&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLieFJmfboY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-730235366712559422?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/730235366712559422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/730235366712559422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-envolvimento-maior-com-gaita-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SImSBAzt9KI/AAAAAAAAABw/xU7RJ3uukzg/s72-c/Yoli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-7750274995111961285</id><published>2008-07-23T05:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:20:53.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb9l7UY5FI/AAAAAAAAABo/d4PyEUzGfKY/s1600-h/COLARES-007A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226143245630235730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb9l7UY5FI/AAAAAAAAABo/d4PyEUzGfKY/s320/COLARES-007A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com o cantor &lt;strong&gt;Fernando Colares&lt;/strong&gt;, no show de lançamento do CD "&lt;strong&gt;Rua da Praia&lt;/strong&gt;" onde fui honrado com sua voz em "&lt;strong&gt;Lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIJhwUYsXYI"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) e "&lt;strong&gt;Nunca é tarde pra sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUVACJsVRIM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), ambas de minha autoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-7750274995111961285?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/7750274995111961285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=7750274995111961285' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7750274995111961285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7750274995111961285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/com-o-cantor-fernando-colares-no-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb9l7UY5FI/AAAAAAAAABo/d4PyEUzGfKY/s72-c/COLARES-007A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1344953039794273658</id><published>2008-07-23T05:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:25:43.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb7x_7YQRI/AAAAAAAAABg/Lv9Qlg1PRlw/s1600-h/Mauricio_13A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226141254002688274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb7x_7YQRI/AAAAAAAAABg/Lv9Qlg1PRlw/s320/Mauricio_13A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com &lt;strong&gt;Maurício Einhorn&lt;/strong&gt; (ao centro), harmonicista e compositor clique &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IT91cgDqMpI"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para ouvir "&lt;strong&gt;Estamos aí&lt;/strong&gt;", música sua, em parceria com Durval Ferreira e Regina Verneck. A direita, &lt;strong&gt;Emílio Damasceno&lt;/strong&gt; (harmonicista). Este encontro aconteceu após o show do &lt;strong&gt;Maurício&lt;/strong&gt; com &lt;strong&gt;Altamiro Carrilho&lt;/strong&gt;, no átrio do Banco Santander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1344953039794273658?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/1344953039794273658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=1344953039794273658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1344953039794273658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1344953039794273658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/com-maurcio-einhorn-harmonicista-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb7x_7YQRI/AAAAAAAAABg/Lv9Qlg1PRlw/s72-c/Mauricio_13A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-4387195131876500912</id><published>2008-07-23T05:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:50:27.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb5f5WhMVI/AAAAAAAAABY/3niKTuHS00c/s1600-h/Rel_Sol-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226138743976571218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb5f5WhMVI/AAAAAAAAABY/3niKTuHS00c/s320/Rel_Sol-011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Show de lançamento do CD "Relógios de Sol" do cantor e compositor Nei Lisboa, no Theatro São Pedro. Participação como violonista, na faixa "&lt;strong&gt;Bom futuro&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yICZzeSTOOA"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). - Ao fundo &lt;strong&gt;Piano&lt;/strong&gt; (Luiz Mauro Filho), &lt;strong&gt;Guitarra&lt;/strong&gt; (Paulo Supekovia) e &lt;strong&gt;Ritmo&lt;/strong&gt; (Giovani Berti). &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-4387195131876500912?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/4387195131876500912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=4387195131876500912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4387195131876500912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/4387195131876500912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/07/show-de-lanamento-do-cd-relgios-de-sol_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SIb5f5WhMVI/AAAAAAAAABY/3niKTuHS00c/s72-c/Rel_Sol-011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-3124749040421294769</id><published>2008-03-03T04:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:56.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/R8u9YSdEeXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wd0sI7_uCMs/s1600-h/Choro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173436821933422962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/R8u9YSdEeXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wd0sI7_uCMs/s320/Choro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-3124749040421294769?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/3124749040421294769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=3124749040421294769' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3124749040421294769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/3124749040421294769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/R8u9YSdEeXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wd0sI7_uCMs/s72-c/Choro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-1154944693307629368</id><published>2008-03-03T04:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:40:45.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fui convidado para participar como jurado num “Festival de Choro” que foi realizado no Auditório Araújo Viana. Não havia privado tão intimamente com o ritmo do choro. Foi um espetáculo bonito, com a presença de muitos “Chorões” de Porto Alegre. Dias depois, ainda sob as lembranças boas daquele festival, lá estava eu compondo um choro, coisa que nunca me havia passado pela cabeça, ao qual dei o nome de “Recordando”. Mais adiante, num outro Festival, inscrevi o “meu” choro, que seria apresentado com meu filho (Luiz Mauro Filho) no teclado, com o Henry Lentino ao bandolim e comigo ao violão. Por parte da direção do festival, uma determinação de última hora impediu que meu filho (por ser também concorrente) e o Henry (também concorrente) pudessem participar da minha música, conforme havíamos ensaiado. Fazer o que, né ?! – Subi ao palco, sentei num banquinho e cantarolei a melodia (já que não tinha letra), me acompanhando ao violão. Foi uma experiência nova e gostei bastante de saber que não faltou muito, por parte dos jurados, para uma classificação. – Algum tempo depois, graças a lembrança do meu amigo “Chorão” Luis Machado junto aos coordenadores, meu choro foi incluído entre as músicas do CD “A Música de Porto Alegre – Choro” feito pela Prefeitura Municipal de Porto Alegre. Aí está então o “Recordando” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ov4zg0XaEn4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; gravado no estúdio da EGER. Participantes: Luiz Mauro (violão), Luiz Mauro Filho (teclado), Henry Lentino (bandolim), Daniel Azevedo (baixo), Gilberto Benatti (pandeiro), Norberto Bozetti (acordeon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-1154944693307629368?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/1154944693307629368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=1154944693307629368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1154944693307629368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/1154944693307629368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/03/fui-convidado-para-participar-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-6375668566860891208</id><published>2008-03-02T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:57.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/R8srZCdEeWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ubY0GJqalRw/s1600-h/RIOCEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173276306120669538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/R8srZCdEeWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ubY0GJqalRw/s320/RIOCEL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-6375668566860891208?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/6375668566860891208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=6375668566860891208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6375668566860891208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/6375668566860891208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/R8srZCdEeWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ubY0GJqalRw/s72-c/RIOCEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5394087974763185558</id><published>2008-03-02T16:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:07:43.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Um dia fui convidado para ir até a ISAEC (Instituição Sinodal de Assistência, Educação e Cultura) para colocar a voz numa trilha já pronta da música “Felicidade”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlZL4uCHbTM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; do Lupicínio Rodrigues. Era uma das faixas do álbum “Música Popular do Rio Grande do Sul”, um Trabalho idealizado e orientado pelo “Renatinho” (Renato Maciel de Sá Junior), grande e saudoso amigo. Bem, a tonalidade que a trilha havia sido gravada não era exatamente a mesma minha, mas com jeitinho, a gravação foi feita. Concluído este trabalho, me mostraram outras trilhas que ainda estavam sem voz. Quando rodaram o “Cordas de Espinho”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBU_MN2hvkM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; do Luiz Coronel em parceria com o Marco Aurélio Vasconcellos, comecei a cantarolar e fui até o final. A tonalidade da trilha tinha tudo a ver com a minha. Não sei exatamente quem iria gravar mas acabaram gravando com a minha voz. Ouvindo as duas (Felicidade e Cordas de Espinho) pode ser notado que na “Felicidade”, minha voz ficou um pouco esganiçada. - Ah, ia esquecendo: - nos juntamos (o Jerônimo Jardim, o Sepé, o Raul Elwanger e eu) e gravamos também “Os Homens de Preto/Prenda Minha/Roda Carreta e Piazito Carreteiro”. Apesar de alguns contratempos ... a gravação teve um final feliz e me sinto muito orgulhoso de ter participado deste trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5394087974763185558?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/5394087974763185558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=5394087974763185558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5394087974763185558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5394087974763185558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/03/fui-convidado-para-ir-at-isaec.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-6729898260439555197</id><published>2008-03-02T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:25:57.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/R8r-zCdEeVI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7FW1m6yyQ9E/s1600-h/Naura+Elisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173227274774018386" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse medo de viver sozinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ia se acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Quem me dera que o sonho tão lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;que eu tive esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;se fizesse real, como o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;que começa a nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Quantas coisas ficaram perdidas no tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;esperando ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;o momento feliz de acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;e ao meu lado te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Quem me dera voltar a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Quem me dera deixar de sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mas é dia ... outra noite passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;e você não voltou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Conheci a Naura Elisa num dos encontros musicais que aconteciam na Ordem dos Músicos, na rua Vasco Alves, aos sábados a tarde. Além do Norberto Santos, sempre apareciam por lá o Emílio Damasceno (harmônica), o João Francisco Neto (baixo), a saudosa Janet Cirne, de quem sempre lembramos com muita saudade, o Manoel Perez, outro guitarrista de primeira grandeza ... e outros. Naura, que estava se preparando para gravar um CD, pediu pra gravar uma das minhas músicas. Marcamos um encontro e ela foi até minha casa num domingo de manhã. Entre outras, cantei esta música “Quem me dera”. Ao final, visivelmente emocionada, ela desatou a chorar dizendo “Luiz Mauro ... esta música conta a minha história, é a minha vida”. Bem, o resultado pode ser ouvido através do link. Espero que gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-7214645529811495459?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/7214645529811495459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=7214645529811495459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7214645529811495459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/7214645529811495459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/03/conheci-naura-elisa-num-dos-encontros.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-5857455639578363651</id><published>2008-02-18T13:28:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:19:36.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;FINAL DE ESPETÁCULO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(Luiz Mauro) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Acendem-se as luzes, desce o pano ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e quebra-se o encantamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Agora restam apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;os comentários, sobre as cenas maravilhosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;assistidas e vividas pelos personagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;É, nosso caso bem que poderia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ser comparado a uma peça teatral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pois durante muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;vivemos um grande romance, um grande amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;desempenhando nossos papéis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;como verdadeiros mestres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dei tudo de mim vivendo Romeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Me entreguei tanto à satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;dos teus desejos como Julieta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que esqueci nosso verdadeiro mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;frio, calculado, de horários e tabus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Projetei todos os meus gestos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;todas as minhas palavras e sorrisos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enfim ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo fiz para que em todos os atos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;houvesse um apoteótico "happy end".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Teu desempenho também foi magnífico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sei que também te despojaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;de todas as coisas do mundo real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;em favor do nosso público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eles mereciam uma boa apresentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Necessitavam de algumas horas de ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;para que pudessem aliviar suas mentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;dos amargores do dia-a-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fizemos tanto para exibir nosso talento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;para mostrar o quando éramos capazes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;que esquecemos que após cada espetáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;temos que nos dirigir aos camarins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;para retirar a maquiagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Agora estamos de cara lavada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Somos pessoas, iguais a qualquer outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Agora sou EU apenas ... e és apenas TU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Já não me aceitas mais como teu bem-amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Já não me preocupo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;em fazer todas aquelas coisas pra te ver feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Mas nosso público gostou !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tanto, que fomos aplaudidos de pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sim, de acordo com as normas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;isto é o que importa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- O público ficou satisfeito !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;... mas o espetáculo acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Agora é noite ... e chove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quem sabe a gente procura um bar aberto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;onde se possa beber alguma coisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e conversar sobre a vida ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ando precisando desse tipo de coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ando buscando um "happy end" também pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quem sabe podes me ajudar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;talvez ... sei lá ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Publicado no livro "POETAS BRASILEIROS DE HOJE 1986"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-5857455639578363651?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/5857455639578363651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=5857455639578363651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5857455639578363651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/5857455639578363651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2008/02/final-de-espetculo-luiz-mauro-acendem.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-115763898406793516</id><published>2006-09-07T10:17:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:36:23.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Certa noite, não lembro qual o ano, estava cantando no Ayala's bar. Um moço levantou, veio até onde eu estava e disse: - Soube por um amigo, que tu cantas "Cansaço", (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmUTQLbsWiU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) ao que respondi: - Sim e gosto muito desta música. - Poderias cantar ? ... quando acabei de interpretá-la, o moço veio me cumprimentar dizendo: - meu amigo disse que cantavas esta música, só não disse que cantavas tão bem esta música. Meu nome é Rui Barros e sou o compositor dela. Foi mais um dos grandes momentos que a vida me deu. Rui Barros foi o pianista da orquestra de jazz do maestro Karl faust. Estive não faz muito tempo na casa dele, com o Roberto Gianoni (o tal amigo que havia falado em mim). Passamos uma tarde de sábado juntos, tocando e cantando. Gianoni é cantor, está gravando um CD e uma das faixas já gravadas é de minha autoria "Canção do amor que eu sinto" com a participação do Maurinho ao teclado (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9Zyg-LKHMA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Gianoni é gente do bem, amigo, amigo, amigo ... a quem admiro muito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-115763898406793516?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/115763898406793516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=115763898406793516' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/115763898406793516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/115763898406793516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/09/certa-noite-no-lembro-qual-o-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114579027206744719</id><published>2006-04-23T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:00:40.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aí estão os dois amigos, Rui Barros e Roberto Gianoni, responsáveis por aquele momento bom no Ayala's bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKk5uPvt-hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WxzKxQlLM50/s1600-h/Rui_gianoni_A2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235779508458355218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKk5uPvt-hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WxzKxQlLM50/s320/Rui_gianoni_A2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu poema antigo&lt;br /&gt;(Luiz Mauro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Soubesse eu, escreveria um dia&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando coisas, um poema antigo&lt;br /&gt;Desses que a gente fala de cidades,&lt;br /&gt;Da natureza, de um amor, do mar&lt;br /&gt;Diria eu por certo, a todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Caso soubesse ... de um viver passado&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de glórias ou quem sabe angústias&lt;br /&gt;Mas seria lindo meu poema antigo&lt;br /&gt;Soubesse eu, escreveria um dia&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças puras de uma velha casa&lt;br /&gt;Que, de tão ida por bons tempos, findos&lt;br /&gt;Estampava em si um resto de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai brincava, fazendo brinquedos&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe cantava sempre o ‘’ Farolito ‘’&lt;br /&gt;Que pretensão, fazer um poema antigo&lt;br /&gt;Isso faz tão pouco... a vida nem passou...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ouço o som de um violino&lt;br /&gt;Num fim-de-tarde, quase anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai tocando e eu, pequeno, ouvindo&lt;br /&gt;A nitidez das notas arranhadas&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! ... se eu soubesse, escreveria um dia&lt;br /&gt;Sobre esta infância que trago comigo&lt;br /&gt;Sou tão criança ao lado de meu filho&lt;br /&gt;Que crescemos juntos nossa vida nova&lt;br /&gt;Pudesse eu, escreveria um dia&lt;br /&gt;Sem as lembranças de uma infância pobre&lt;br /&gt;Sem a casa velha dos bons tempos, findos&lt;br /&gt;E sem saudade ... meu poema antigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;=&gt; Public. no Correio do Povo / Bric-à-Brac da vida / 13.Jan.1976&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114579027206744719?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114579027206744719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114579027206744719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114579027206744719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114579027206744719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/meu-poema-antigo-luiz-mauro-soubesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDNplqbqOOU/SKk5uPvt-hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WxzKxQlLM50/s72-c/Rui_gianoni_A2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114561228614043334</id><published>2006-04-21T05:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:49:24.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho uma afilhada, chamada Terezinha. Desde tenra idade ela morou com a gente (meus pais, minha irmã e eu, na rua Souza Reis). Eu, que sempre andava com o violão na mão, ensinei a ela uma música do Dorival Caymmi (Quando a gente é pequeninho ouve quadras a brincar, quando a gente fica grande ouve quadras a chorar. Como comove a lembrança de um tempo feliz, quando ouvimor cantar ... roda pião, bambeia o pião. O pião entrou na roda pião ...) – Era doce, ver aquele pedacinho de gente dançando, com o vestidinho seguro pelas pontas e cantando esta música. – Eu sempre via na Terezinha uma menina tristinha, com saudades da mãe, que não via todos os dias. Certa vez fiz uns versinhos e musiquei, pra ela ... - Diria que esta música está entre as minhas primeiras composições.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;----- o0o -----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta menina triste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta menina triste&lt;br /&gt;Tua tristeza já vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Canta menina triste&lt;br /&gt;Que a mamãezinha já vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a saudade é ruim&lt;br /&gt;Gente grande faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu não é gente grande&lt;br /&gt;Vai cantando sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Canta menina triste&lt;br /&gt;Tua tristeza já vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Canta menina triste&lt;br /&gt;Que a mamãezinha já vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;Canta, canta, canta&lt;br /&gt;Vai cantando sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando a gente é grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouve quadras a chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Canta menina triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tua tristeza já vai passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Canta menina triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Que a mamãezinha já vai chegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114561228614043334?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114561228614043334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114561228614043334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114561228614043334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114561228614043334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/tenho-uma-afilhada-chamada-terezinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114518619535575059</id><published>2006-04-16T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:32:50.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/939/2692/1600/LM-16A.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/939/2692/320/LM-16A.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/939/2692/1600/LM-16A.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha intenção, criando este blog, não é outra senão a de mostrar e contar sobre um dos meus lazeres favoritos, que é a música. Embora de forma não muito ordenada, são muitas as lembranças que tenho, dos bons momentos vividos no meio musical da minha cidade, Porto Alegre. Pretendo colocá-los aqui, conforme minha memória os trouxer. Depois pretendo mostrar também alguns dos meus trabalhos de desenho e pintura, outro lazer que me agrada muito. Ah, já ia esquecendo ... algumas poesias também. Seja como for, espero que o que estiver sendo contado e mostrado aqui, seja do agrado de todos aqueles que me honrarem com sua visita. - Luiz Mauro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/939/2692/1600/LM-16A.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114518619535575059?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114518619535575059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114518619535575059' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114518619535575059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114518619535575059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/minha-inteno-criando-este-blog-no_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114518571874848176</id><published>2006-04-16T06:56:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:31:41.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Os encontros semanais na casa da Elis ocorreram mais algumas vezes, até o dia da viagem para São Paulo, onde aconteceria a gravação do LP. Não havia ainda nenhuma informação sobre quais as músicas que iriam compor o disco. Mais alguns dias e recebi de minha mãe o recado para ir até a casa da Elis, que já estava de volta. Chegando lá, dona Ercy abriu a porta e gritou: - Elis, chegou o "Principal". – Em seguida apareceu a Elis, que durante um abraço me contou que havia gravado duas das minhas músicas (Mania de gostar e Sem teu amor). Foi mais um momento de grande alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(veja abaixo, as letras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;= = = = = = 0O0 = = = = = = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mania de gostar .............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDmfXQ0d8-Y"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ouvir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Mania boba é esta da gente&lt;br /&gt;De gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que nos faz&lt;br /&gt;um pouquinho feliz, quando vem&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que quando vai&lt;br /&gt;Não diz pra onde, nem porque&lt;br /&gt;Parte deixando saudade&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo a gente sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Não vai outra vez, meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Não vai pra longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;Esse negócio de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Não foi feito pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Com você aqui, bem perto,&lt;br /&gt;Juntinho do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não viverei mais Nesta solidão (download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;= = = = = = 0O0 = = = = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sem teu amor ..............&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8UC5Mj68M8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não pode mais viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Sem teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Vive chorando, triste assim,&lt;br /&gt;Sem teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acabou, fiquei sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem teu querer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou e sem carinho&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só vive de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;Por você&lt;br /&gt;Espero em vão&lt;br /&gt;O fim de toda esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;De você&lt;br /&gt;Vou esperar, minha querida&lt;br /&gt;Volte por favor&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Não vai viver toda esta vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114518571874848176?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114518571874848176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114518571874848176' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114518571874848176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114518571874848176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/os-encontros-semanais-na-casa-da-elis.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114510110707108926</id><published>2006-04-15T06:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:26:13.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/939/2692/1600/Elis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/939/2692/320/Elis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dia da tal "gravação do tape". Já combinado, quase meia-noite, passei na casa da Elis e fomos para a TV Gaúcha, no morro de Santa Tereza, ela, sua mãe e eu. Meu Deus do céu, quanta novidade. Andamos por corredores e labirintos que não tinham fim, até chegarmos a uma porta enorme, com visores. Era o "Stúdio 1". Abre-se a porta, escuto o som de piano, baixo, bateria e guitarra. Quando a música terminou: - Pessoal, este é o Luiz Mauro !, disse a Elis. - Diante de mim, o Mutinho (baterista que conheci na casa dela), Adão Pinheiro (piano), Ciganinho (guitarra) e o Sadi (baixo). Juntos formavam o "Conjunto Flamboyan". Pra meu maior espanto, me levaram até uma saleta com espelhos, onde um camarada (pena não lembrar seu nome) me passou creme no rosto, pra evitar brilhos durante a gravação. De volta ao stúdio, sentei ao lado de um moço, num "praticável". Depois de revelar a ele sobre meu estado nervoso, perguntei sobre as pessoas que estavam por ali. O apresentador Sérgio Reis, a apresentadora Marilice Leopar, o cantor Edgar Pozzer, o cantor Guilherme Braga, a cantora Érica Norimar, este moço que estava ao meu lado, compositor e cantor Luiz Henrique, que na época, fez sucesso com a música "Se amor é isso", gravada pelo conjunto melódico de Norberto Baldauf. Uma campainha, uma voz gritando "Silêncio no stúdio !", "Gravando !". Os apresentadores foram chamando os cantores até que chegou a minha vez. Meu Deus, como eu tremia. - Sérgio Reis, com o meu violão nas mãos, sentado num banquinho alto, esboça um acorde qualquer, dá um sorriso e diz: - Não, senhoras e senhores. Este violão não é meu. Pertence a um jovem cantor e compositor, que veio até nós, trazido pelas mãos de Elis Regina. Seu nome: LUIZ MAURO ! - Pára tudo, ele me devolve o violão e EU sento no banquinho (tremendo, é claro). "Gravando !" ... e cantei uma das minhas composições. Depois disso é feita uma montagem, uma superposição de imagens e no domingo, lá estava eu na casa de um vizinho (a gente não tinha televisão ainda), assistindo ao programa "Sempre aos domingos", na TV Gaúcha. Me confesso emocionado, ao digitar este texto. - Foi mais ou menos assim, que passei a fazer parte deste mundo maravilhoso da música, que tanta coisa boa me trouxe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114510110707108926?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114510110707108926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114510110707108926' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114510110707108926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114510110707108926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/dia-da-tal-gravao-do-tape.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114505692932520140</id><published>2006-04-14T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:40:31.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por volta de 1966, fui procurado por um moço, que morava próximo da minha casa. Disse-me que sabia que eu tinha algumas composições, que também fazia músicas, que conhecia a Elis Regina, que soube que ela pretendia gravar um LP somente com autores Gaúchos e se ofereceu para me apresentar a ela. eu mostraria as minhas músicas e ele mostraria as suas. Aquilo me assustou um pouco, mas ... não tinha como recusar. Poucos dias depois este moço me levou até a Rádio Gaúcha, no Edifício União, onde fui apresentado a ela, como compositor. Foi marcada uma noite pra gente se encontrar, em sua residência, na Vila do IAPI. No dia marcado, fui até lá e, pra minha surpresa, o tal moço não apareceu. Fiquei sozinho, tremendo feito vara verde, quando ela me pediu pra cantar alguma coisa minha. Quando acabei de cantar a primeira música, ela, com a cabeça apoiada entre as mãos, visivelmente emocionada, gritou: - Onde é que tu tava rapaz ?! – Claro que fiquei satisfeito com aquela exclamação, mas também muito mais assustado. Na mesma hora, ela marcou novo encontro na próxima semana. Quando cheguei lá ela foi logo dizendo: - Olha, vem uns caras aqui, que querem te conhecer. Um pouco mais e os caras foram chegando. Tulio Piva, Mutinho, Francisco Carlos (master da TV Gaúcha). – Depois de eu cantar algumas das minhas composições, o Francisco Carlos perguntou: - Luiz Mauro, vamos gravar um tape ? (que será isto, perguntei aos meus botões), mas respondi que SIM. Lembro da Elis erguendo os braços num "Viva, ele aceitou !!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114505692932520140?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114505692932520140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114505692932520140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114505692932520140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114505692932520140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/por-volta-de-1966-fui-procurado-por-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114504783738528602</id><published>2006-04-14T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:41:06.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda na fase inicial do violão na minha vida, quando ficava tocando com os amigos até altas horas, sentado na frente da casa, certa vez um moço que sempre passava por ali parou, pediu pra ouvir uma música, eu cantei. Pediu outra, outra e mais outra. Depois disse: - daqui algum tempo vais estar cantando na Rádio. Ao que respondi que NÃO, que aquilo ali era só de brincadeira. E ele então afirmou: "NÃO VAIS CONSEGUIR ESCAPAR, PODE ACREDITAR !. - Este moço se tornou um grande amigo, que há muito não vejo mas que nunca foi esquecido. Sergio Latuada, filho da dona Norma, irmão do João e do Aramis (que mais tarde foi meu aluno de violão).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114504783738528602?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114504783738528602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114504783738528602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114504783738528602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114504783738528602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/ainda-na-fase-inicial-do-violo-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114504489063418900</id><published>2006-04-14T15:47:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:37:11.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje cedo conversei com o Glênio Reis (rico amigo, que muito me agulhou, pra criar este blog e mostrar alguma coisa do meu lado artístico-musical). Na realidade, tudo começou quando o&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Altamiro Borges de Oliveira, grande amigo , me emprestou um violão que havia comprado e que estava parado em cima do seu roupeiro. Nascia alí a minha grande paixão pelo instrumento (o Altamiro nem sonha que foi ELE o causador de tudo isto (saudade de ti, che...). - Continuando ... contei ao Glênio uma passagem bonita, que aconteceu na ISAEC, em 19??, com o Nelson Silva, compositor do "Celeiro de azes" (hino do Internacional). Falava pro Nelson, na época, de como havia sido meu início no aprendizado do violão. José Antonio Bergmüller, que integrou o "Conjunto Quitandinha", foi o cara através do qual tive os primeiros contatos com o instrumento. Amigo de muita importância nesta minha estrada, por ter me passado os primeiros acordes e me aconselhado a comprar um método de violão. Isto foi por volta de 1959. Mostrei ao Nelson o único verso que sabia, de uma música que ouvi pelo Zé Antonio e gostei muito. "amor, amor, amor ... nunca mais amor, amor, amor ...". Ao me ouvir cantar, Nelson, com lágrimas nos olhos e a voz embargada, disse: - ah, Luiz Mauro ... que bonito isto, esta música é minha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Olhem só: (23/07/2008) - Acabo de falar pelo telefone, com a Maria Helena Andrade, cantora de primeiríssima grandeza, que gravou esta música do Nelson Silva que acabo de comentar. Gente, pena não poder gravar e depois mostrar à vocês, o carinho que recebi neste telefonema. Coisa muito séria a simpatia e cordialidade desta amiga. Ela não só cantou a música inteirinha, com a qualidade e interpretação de sempre, como também me deu a letra. Prometeu tentar conseguir a gravação. Caso isto aconteça, claro, postarei aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor nunca mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Nelson Silva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais amor, amor , amor&lt;br /&gt;Já sofri demais&lt;br /&gt;Fiz poemas&lt;br /&gt;Cantei madrigais&lt;br /&gt;Ao bem querer que perdi e o amor&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor eu sofri&lt;br /&gt;Quanta dor&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais amor,&lt;br /&gt;Voltarei atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114504489063418900?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114504489063418900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114504489063418900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114504489063418900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114504489063418900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/hoje-cedo-conversei-com-o-glnio-reis.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25724994.post-114504150854316585</id><published>2006-04-14T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:46:34.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Venho de uma família humilde, onde os tios, irmãos da minha mãe, eram todos boêmios. Desde menino, privei com instrumentos musicais que haviam na casa de meu avô, que pertenciam a estes tios. Quando alguém perguntava o que eu gostaria de ser quando crescesse, minha resposta era imediata: - Quero ser FARRISTA. E ficava brabo quando diziam que farrista não era o melhor caminho a ser tomado. Insistia: - Quero ser FARRISTA e pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25724994-114504150854316585?l=artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/feeds/114504150854316585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25724994&amp;postID=114504150854316585' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114504150854316585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25724994/posts/default/114504150854316585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artedeluizmauro.blogspot.com/2006/04/venho-de-uma-famlia-humilde-onde-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Luiz Mauro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04152225497749047127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
