<?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-4746598356308432000</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:39:33.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os fadinhos do Tubarão</title><subtitle type='html'>Tudo sobre a vida de um artista...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peter shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446102096173269531</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746598356308432000.post-401893894939141827</id><published>2007-03-06T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:32:26.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gifmania.com.pt/musica/guitarras/gitarm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://www.gifmania.com.pt/musica/guitarras/gitarm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a minha guitarra tocasse sózinha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://www.profilewizard.net/Images/Animated_Glitter/images/49.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e se tivesse bailarinas........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://www.profilewizard.net/Images/Funny_Pics/images/10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 43px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 30px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="362" alt="" src="http://www.profilewizard.net/Images/Funny_Pics/images/10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;até as galinhas dançavam......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4746598356308432000-401893894939141827?l=petershark1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/feeds/401893894939141827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4746598356308432000&amp;postID=401893894939141827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/401893894939141827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/401893894939141827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/2007/03/se-minha-guitarra-tocasse-szinha.html' title=''/><author><name>peter shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446102096173269531</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-4746598356308432000.post-6115268060947508372</id><published>2007-03-01T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:52:17.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PORTO -  uma cidade, um clube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebhpfHfPNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tV80zXLuq40/s1600-h/brazaodacidade.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036961336104271058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebhpfHfPNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tV80zXLuq40/s320/brazaodacidade.gif" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebhSfHfPMI/AAAAAAAAABI/ELk7Tzr1ldw/s1600-h/m_f184380f1c2e96cb4e9aa79f968b140a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036960940967279810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebhSfHfPMI/AAAAAAAAABI/ELk7Tzr1ldw/s320/m_f184380f1c2e96cb4e9aa79f968b140a.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReboB_HfPPI/AAAAAAAAABs/gwMZhNGCrhY/s1600-h/fotos+up+town+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036968354080832754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReboB_HfPPI/AAAAAAAAABs/gwMZhNGCrhY/s320/fotos+up+town+077.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até podia começar por uma musica do Marco Paulo..."eu tenho dois amores..." (mas a minha filhota tá em primeiro), mesmo assim não é novidade para ninguém, a minha enorme simpatia pelo F.C. do Porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clube da minha cidade e fonte de grandes alegrias, os Dragões são um dos vários temas abordados nos fadinhos do piorio, memórias e relatos de acontecimentos desportivos, críticas aos adversários (sempre saudável) e principalmente o amor ao clube, preenchem alguns dos temas compostos pelo Tubarão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porto enquanto cidade, é o que costumo designar como "paraiso á beira-mar", lógico q para paraíso falta muito (começando pelos governantes), mas que na beleza e intimismo supera grandes cidades mundiais. Tenho orgulho em ser tripeiro, a personalidade dos habitantes, o acolhimento, e simplicidade de um povo trabalhador, faz desta cidade um exemplo para a humanidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036966253841824994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebmHvHfPOI/AAAAAAAAABY/Vzcz7Cxx3XI/s320/27322480.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&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/4746598356308432000-6115268060947508372?l=petershark1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/feeds/6115268060947508372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4746598356308432000&amp;postID=6115268060947508372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/6115268060947508372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/6115268060947508372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/2007/03/porto-uma-cidade-um-clube.html' title='PORTO -  uma cidade, um clube'/><author><name>peter shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446102096173269531</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/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebhpfHfPNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tV80zXLuq40/s72-c/brazaodacidade.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746598356308432000.post-3801407249042810274</id><published>2007-03-01T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:18:47.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATAL COMIX - "ETERNO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebbJPHfPLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d9_3xg9BkBk/s1600-h/fotos+up+town+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036954184983723186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebbJPHfPLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d9_3xg9BkBk/s320/fotos+up+town+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natal Comix, eis uma noite que muito influênciou a carreira de Peter Shark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com alguns anos de existência, é nesta carismática noite que o Tubarão teima em aparecer, (por culpa do Rodas) foi aqui q as evoluções foram surgindo, ano pra ano o ritual sucede acompanhado com muita bebida e espírito natalício.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigos de infãncia, conhecidos e outros q não constam no cadastro, relembram todos os anos, o saudoso e já extinto bar " COMIX".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde já fica o agradecimento ao organizador e grande amigo Rodas (tb conhecido por gordo) pelos sucessivos convites, que com todo prazer aceito e aceitarei, para q esta noite se mantenha por muitos anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todos q participam no natal comix, um bem haja enorme, repleto de amizade e boa disposição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Fica a promessa q no próximo irei tentar contratar umas bailarinas&lt;/em&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/4746598356308432000-3801407249042810274?l=petershark1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/feeds/3801407249042810274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4746598356308432000&amp;postID=3801407249042810274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/3801407249042810274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/3801407249042810274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/2007/03/natal-comix-eterno.html' title='NATAL COMIX - &quot;ETERNO&quot;'/><author><name>peter shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446102096173269531</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/_6BlN8VVWM_k/RebbJPHfPLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d9_3xg9BkBk/s72-c/fotos+up+town+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746598356308432000.post-2791174042452440927</id><published>2007-02-28T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T07:43:38.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os meninos à volta do traficante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReWXdPHfPKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wFo-CehU60U/s1600-h/m_6bafa680478ef3e42ec49a4a3fbfa228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036598286813707426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReWXdPHfPKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wFo-CehU60U/s320/m_6bafa680478ef3e42ec49a4a3fbfa228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mais um fadinho criado pelo tuba....mais um relato espelhado da nossa sociedade...mais uma triste realidade....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baseado numa melodia de um conhecido músico Português, este fadinho relata o decadente mundo da droga, q infelizmente tá bem presente na sociedade e apesar de condenada, continua a circular livremente aos olhos de todos, e com acesso facilitado em várias zonas residenciais.Fala de um bairro social problemático portuense, não sendo porém o unico, mas tendo uma "fama" considerável, onde apenas só quem não quer é que não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;repara no decadente circuito de todos aqueles que arrastam os ossos para a "dose" diária, ou simplesmente de todos aqueles q se passeiam em potentes carros, usufruindo de "jakuzzis" em barracas camarárias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Para não variar, peter shark afia a dentadura e relata mais um drama em forma de versos crús e práticos, para q todos possamos pensar no problema enquanto damos umas gargalhadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;     Este fadinho está disponivel em : &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/petersharkfadinhos"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/petersharkfadinhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4746598356308432000-2791174042452440927?l=petershark1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/feeds/2791174042452440927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4746598356308432000&amp;postID=2791174042452440927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/2791174042452440927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/2791174042452440927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/2007/02/os-meninos-volta-do-traficante.html' title='Os meninos à volta do traficante'/><author><name>peter shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446102096173269531</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/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReWXdPHfPKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wFo-CehU60U/s72-c/m_6bafa680478ef3e42ec49a4a3fbfa228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746598356308432000.post-3801321880666034730</id><published>2007-02-28T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:49:42.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Padre Frederico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReWQavHfPJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iVlzhxomM-o/s1600-h/m_b6a1e0cd0b9bd75061477a95673ed360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036590547282640018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReWQavHfPJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iVlzhxomM-o/s320/m_b6a1e0cd0b9bd75061477a95673ed360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O padre Frederico, é um fadinho antigo cujo conteúdo se baseia em factos reais, ocorridos em meados da década de 90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foi na ilha da Madeira, que uma criança foi cruelmente molestada e assassinada por um "dito" padre, que segundo consta, utilizou o método da boleia, para levar a criança a uma zona isolada junto a um penhasco, onde abusou desta.  De seguida perante uma possivel ameaça de denúncia, o "cabrão" (não tem outro nome, a não ser pior) lançou o miudo ao mar, seguindo depois tranquilamente o seu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deligências e inquéritos levaram ao apuramento da verdade por parte das autoridades, q detiveram o padre preventivamente. Até aqui tudo bem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pouco tempo depois, por alegado "BOM COMPORTAMENTO" (hehehe...até tem piada) esse senhor obteve uma saída precária, sendo porém um passaporte para a impunidade, visto q o alegado homicida só deu noticias quando já se encontrava no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eis a competência das autoridades sendo destacada, merecendo até no meu ponto de vista o prémio nobel do "cagalhão".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O caso acabou no esquecimento, não tendo sido feito nada até á data, para q esse "filho da puta" pague pelo q fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Este fadinho foi feito para q pelo menos haja algo q nos lembre destes tristes episódios, q cada vez mais são frequentes nos dias de hoje. NÃO TEM  INTUITO DE BRINCAR COM A SITUAÇÃO,  apenas se destina a relatar a triste realidade.... &lt;/span&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/4746598356308432000-3801321880666034730?l=petershark1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/feeds/3801321880666034730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4746598356308432000&amp;postID=3801321880666034730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/3801321880666034730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/3801321880666034730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/2007/02/padre-frederico.html' title='Padre Frederico'/><author><name>peter shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446102096173269531</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/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReWQavHfPJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iVlzhxomM-o/s72-c/m_b6a1e0cd0b9bd75061477a95673ed360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746598356308432000.post-2026059283589867242</id><published>2007-02-27T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T09:55:30.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4746598356308432000-2026059283589867242?l=petershark1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/feeds/2026059283589867242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4746598356308432000&amp;postID=2026059283589867242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/2026059283589867242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/2026059283589867242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>peter shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446102096173269531</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-4746598356308432000.post-5126482168796344315</id><published>2007-02-26T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T09:50:50.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>História dos fadinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReN0NvHfPHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XIrcKP-CmeY/s1600-h/m_9cb5092bcc023101a8147b25db6b9d74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035996587665341554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReN0NvHfPHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XIrcKP-CmeY/s320/m_9cb5092bcc023101a8147b25db6b9d74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é... começando pelo começo, já lá vão uns anitos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nascido nas entranhas do Porto, Peter Shark, mais conhecido por "tubarão", cedo descobriu a sua tendência musical, batendo com colheres de pau nas panelas e organizando consertos na sua casa de banho, onde ao olhar para o espelho, já previa o estrelato... hehehe (até o fernando pessoa queria escrever assim)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os anos passaram, e em plena adolescência, a quando as primeiras bebedeiras, a composição de letras tornou-se um hábito, esquecendo porém a guitarra, q se manteve nua e crua até aos dias de hoje, sendo o dó, o lá, o mi, o sol (se estiver bom tempo) e ocasionalmente o fá, os seus acordes de eleição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde a tasca "Amarantina", altar de inspiração e centro de culto para o grupo de amigos q bailando com as canecas de receita cantarolavam os refrões ousados ou mesmo impróprios para consumo, até aos serões de ar puro em qualquer tipo de soleira ou arcada, onde o grupinho prevenido com latas de essência, se mantinha até altas horas... (dependente dos hórarios do autocarro), assim foram surgindo os fadinhos do piorio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sátira e o humor fazem um par maravilhoso, a crítica e a verdade preenchem as vagas,... e o resto são morangos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Olá e sejam bem vindos......&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/petersharkfadinhos"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/petersharkfadinhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/4746598356308432000-5126482168796344315?l=petershark1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/feeds/5126482168796344315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4746598356308432000&amp;postID=5126482168796344315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/5126482168796344315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4746598356308432000/posts/default/5126482168796344315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petershark1.blogspot.com/2007/02/histria-dos-fadinhos.html' title='História dos fadinhos'/><author><name>peter shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06446102096173269531</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/_6BlN8VVWM_k/ReN0NvHfPHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XIrcKP-CmeY/s72-c/m_9cb5092bcc023101a8147b25db6b9d74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
