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..VOGLIO CHE DICI A QUEI BASTARDI CHE LA MORTE FARA’ LORO VISITA..STANOTTE.


Ho qualcosa da regalarti, qualcosa che non voglio più... Trenta ore di sofferenze! Tutte insieme! Tutte per te!






’Sorridi anche se il tuo
sorriso è triste, perchè più triste di
un sorriso triste c’è la tristezza di
non saper sorridere.’



’Datemi un sogno in cui vivere, perchè la realtà mi sta uccidendo.’



’Stupìto il Diavolo rimase, quando comprese quanto osceno fosse il Bene, vedendo la virtù riflessa nello splendore delle sue forme sinuose’




È strano... Sai, le piccole cose per Shelly contavano così tanto. Io le giudicavo insignificanti, ma, credimi, niente è insignificante.


Il difficile non è vivere per sempre Jackie, ma convivere con se stessi per sempre.


Ti permetto di uccidermi ma non di insultarmi!


SOGNA IN GRANDE. VIVI LA VITA.








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sabato 20 febbraio 2010 - ore 18:57


..’74-’75
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")






Got no reason for coming to me and the rain running down.
There’s no reason.
And the same voice coming to me like it’s all slowin down.
And believe me--

I was the one who let you know
I was your sorry-ever-after. ’74-’75
Giving me more and I’ll defy
’Cause you’re really only after ’74-’75.

It’s not easy, nothing to say ’cause it’s already said.
It’s never easy.
When I look on your eyes then I find that I’ll do fine.
When I look on your eyes then I’ll do better.

I was the one who let you know
I was your sorry-ever-after. ’74-’75.
Giving me more and I’ll defy
"cause you’re really only after ’74-’75



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domenica 15 novembre 2009 - ore 22:08


..The Highwayman
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")








The wind was a torrent of darkness
among the ghastly trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding,
riding,riding
The highwayman came riding
up to the old inn door.

He´d a french cocked hat at his forehead
a bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet
and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with nary a wrinkle
his boots were up to the thigh
and he rode with a jeweled twinkle
his pistol butts a-twinkle
his rapier hilt a-twinkle
under the jeweled sky.

And over cobbles he clattered
and clashed in the dark inn-yard
and he tapped with his whip on the shutters
but all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune to the window
and who should be waiting there
but the landlord´s black-eyed daughter
Bess,the landlord´s daughter
plaiting a dark red love knot
into her long black hair.

"One kiss my bonny sweetheart,
I´m after a prize tonight
but I should be back with the yellow gold
before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
and harry me through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
I´ll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way."

He rose up right in the stirrups
he scarce could reach her hand
but she loosened her hair in the casement
his face burned like a brand
As a black cascade of purfume
came tumbling over his breast
and he kissed it´s waves in the moonlight
oh,sweet waves in the moonlight
He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
and galloped away to the west.

He did not come at the dawning
He did not come at noon
And out of the tawny sunset
before the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy´s ribbon
looping the purple moor
A redcoat troop came marching
marching,marching
King George´s men came marching
up to the old inn door.

They said no word to the landlord
they drank his ale instead
but they gagged his daughter and bound her
to the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement
with muskets at their side
There was death at every window
hell at one dark window
for Bess could see through the casement
the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention
with many a sniggering jest
They had bound a musket beside her
with the barrel beneath her breast
"Now keep good watch"and they kissed her
she heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I´ll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way."

She twisted her hands behind her
but all the knots held good!
But she writhed her hands ´til her fingers
were wet with sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness
and the hours crawled by like years
till now on the stroke of midnight
cold on the stroke of midnight
the tip of her finger touched it
the trigger at least was hers.

Tot-a-lot,tot-a-lot had they heard it?
The horse´s hooves rang clear
Tot-a-lot,tot-a-lot in the distance
were they deaf they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight
over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding,
riding,riding
The redcoats looked to their priming
she stood up straight and still.

Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
Tot-a-lot in the echoing night
Nearer he came and nearer
her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment
she drew a last deep breath
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
her musket shattered the moonlight
shattered her breast in the moonlight
and warned him with her death.

He turned,he spurred to the west
He did not know she stood
bowed with her head o´er musket
drenched with her own red blood
Not till the dawn he heard it
his face grew grey to hear
How Bess the landlord´s daughter
the landlord´s black-eyed daughter
had watched for her love in the moonlight
and died in the darkness there.

And back he spurred like a madman
shrieking a curse to the sky!
With the white road smoking behind him
and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway
down like a dog on the highway
and he lay in his blood in the highway
with a bunch of lace at his throat.

Still on a winter´s night they say
when the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
a highwayman comes riding,
riding,riding
a highwayman comes riding
up to the old inn door.





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domenica 15 novembre 2009 - ore 20:06


..Breathe
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")








With every waking breath I breathe
I see what life has dealt to me
With every sadness I deny
I feel a chance inside me die

Give me a taste of something new
To touch to hold to pull me through
Send me a guiding light that shines
Across this darkened life of mine

Breathe some soul in me
Breathe your gift of love to me
Breathe life to lay ’fore me
Breathe to make me breathe

For every man who built a home
A paper promise for his own
He fights against an open flow
Of lies and failures, we all know

To those who have and who have not
How can you live with what you’ve got?
Give me a touch of something sure
I could be happy evermore

Breathe some soul in me
Breathe your gift of love to me
Breathe life to lay ’fore me
To see to make me breathe

Breathe your honesty
Breathe your innocence to me
Breathe your word and set me free
Breathe to make me breathe

This life prepares the strangest things
The dreams we dream of what life brings
The highest highs can turn around
To sow love’s seeds on stony ground

Breathe
Breathe

Breathe some soul in me
Breathe your gift of love to me
Breathe life to lay ’fore me
To see to make me breathe

Breathe your honesty
Breathe your innocence to me
Breathe your word and set me free
Breathe to make me breathe




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martedì 4 agosto 2009 - ore 03:43



(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")


’Le persone cambiano..

Le persone ti deludono..’


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giovedì 26 febbraio 2009 - ore 13:51


..Bring me back to life
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")


Oggi ci sei..Domani potrai non esserci più..La Vita è delicata ma preziosa..L’Essenza dell’Essere,semplice ma rara coglierla.




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giovedì 26 febbraio 2009 - ore 01:05


..You
(categoria: " Pensieri ")


Se tu fossi una lacrima, io non piangerei per paura di perderti.




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lunedì 16 febbraio 2009 - ore 20:04


..Soul Kitchen
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")






Well, the clock says it’s time to close now
I guess I’d better go now
I’d really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I’ll wander baby
Stumblin’ in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I’ll wander baby
Stumblin’ in the neon groves
Well the clock says it’s time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here
All night, all night, all night




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venerdì 6 febbraio 2009 - ore 00:27


..You Find Me
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")






I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where’ve you been?" He said, "Ask anything."

Where were you, when everything was falling apart.
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

But in the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who’s ever known
Who I am, who I’m not and who I wanna to be
No way to know how long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

The early morning, the city breaks
And I’ve been calling for years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, Where were you? Where were you?

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

Why’d you have to wait, to find me, to find me?




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venerdì 19 dicembre 2008 - ore 16:11


..Woman in Love
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")





Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone
It’s a lonelier place
I kiss the morning goodbye...




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domenica 30 novembre 2008 - ore 16:55


..Small
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")






I like to sit here in the sunshine
The trees in the fields are green sublime
Suspended in time
And don’t it make you feel small?

I like to sit here by the fire’s light
The trees in the fields lie bare to the night
The stars burn bright
And don’t it make you feel small?

Everyone needs a place they can hide
Hide away find a space to be alone
Everyone needs a place they can hide
Everyone needs to find peace sublime

I like to sit here in the autumn time
The trees in the fields they rustle in the wind
The church bells gently chime
Gentle on your mind
Suspended in time
And don’t it make you feel small?

Everyone needs a place they can hide
Everyone need to find peace sublime
Oh peace of mind

Everyone needs a place they can hide
Hide away find a space to be alone

Everyone needs a place they can hide
Hide away find a space to be alone

Everyone needs a place they can hide
Hide away find a space to be alone
Everyone needs a place they can hide

Everyone needs to find, peace sublime
Oh, peace of mind









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