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venerdì 6 febbraio 2009 - ore 22:19
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Must be your skin that I’m sinkin in Must be for real cause now I can feel and I didn’t mind it’s not my kind not my time to wonder why everything’s gone white and everything’s grey now your here now you away I don’t want this remember that I’ll never forget where your at don’t let the days go by Glycerine
I’m never alone I’m alone all the time are you at one or do you lie we live in a wheel where everyone steals but when we rise it’s like strawberry fields
If I treated you bad you bruise my face couldn’t love you more you got a beautiful taste don’t let the days go by could have been easier on you I coudn’t change though I wanted to could have been easier by three our old friend fear and you and me Glycerine don’t let the days go by Glycerine
I needed you more when we wanted us less I could not kiss just regress it might just be clear simple and plain that’s just fine that’s just one of my names don’t let the days go by could’ve been easier on you Glycerine
Anche con te in ritardo...
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Una furtiva lagrima negli occhi suoi spuntò quelle festose giovani invidiar sembrò Che più cercando io vo? Che più cercando io vo? M’ama, si m’ama lo vedo, lo vedo. Un solo istante i palpiti del suo bel cor sentir! I miei sospir confondere per poco ai suoi sospir! I palpiti, i palpiti sentir confondere i miei coi suoi sospir! Cielo, si può morir; di più non chiedo. non chiedo! Cielo si può, si può morir! di più non chiedo non chiedo! Si può morir! Si può morir! d’amor.
Sorry for being late...always close to me.
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Some things are better left unsaid But they still turn me inside out Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me... Why Tell me... Why
This is the book I never read These are the words I never said This is the path I’ll never tread These are the dreams I’ll dream instead This is the joy that’s seldom spread These are the tears... The tears we shed This is the fear This is the dread These are the contents of my head And these are the years that we have spent And this is what they represent And this is how I feel Do you know how I feel? ’Cause I don’t think you know how I feel I don’t think you know what I feel I don’t think you know what I feel You don’t know what I feel
...quando ogni singola parola può far cadere un uomo...
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
Yes, ’n’ how many years can a mountain exist Before it’s washed to the sea? Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist Before they’re allowed to be free? Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
Yes, ’n’ how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
"I silenzi che mettono a disagio... Perché sentiamo la necessità di chiacchierare di puttanate, per sentirci più a nostro agio? È solo allora che sai di aver trovato qualcuno davvero speciale, quando puoi chiudere quella cazzo di bocca per un momento e condividere il silenzio in santa pace."
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