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STO LEGGENDO

THE LAST NIGHT THAT SHE LIVED,
It was a common night,
Except the dying; this to us
Made nature different.

We noticed smallest things,
Things overlooked before,
By this great light upon our minds
Italicized, as ’t were.

That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A jealousy for her arose
So nearly infinite.

We waited while she passed;
It was a narrow time,
Too jostled were our souls to speak,
At length the notice came.

She mentioned, and forgot;
Then lightly as a reed
Bent to the water, shivered scarce,
Consented, and was dead.

And we, we placed the hair,
And drew the head erect;
And then an awful leisure was,
Our faith to regulate.

by Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

HO VISTO

Crying Angels

STO ASCOLTANDO

AFTER FOREVER - SIN OF IDEALISM

Hello father, hello mother
There is so much I don’t get
Please don’t be mad at me
I will try harder
I’ll really do the best I can

That’s not enough
You’re the cause of my domestic captivity

And I will close my eyes
And fantasize of a world that’s not so cold

That’s how it will be, suffer the causes
Of my personal misery. I’ve sacrificed
My beauty, my freedom, my dreams
The independent me

Hello father, hello mother
Don’t blame me for things I didn’t do
Yes, I will go now, and I’ll be silent
Please stop your screaming, and love me!

That’s all you can see
Speak of love while
You’ve ruined what’s meant to be

And then I’ll close my eyes
To fantasize of a world
Where I can be free
And free to be

Sinner or righteous, the line is so thin
Can you condemn it?
Can you be the one to judge it all, or accuse
Yourself if the sentence is your life

Hello father, hello mother
Forgive me for standing in your way
I just wanted someone
Who’d hold me and listen
Are these illusions, are they

Only fantasies?
Imagine how my life would have been
I would still have
My beauty, my freedom, my dreams
The independent me

Our course in life is a path we must take
Alone no one can choose what to do, only you
So the sins we commit are the struggles within
There’s no judge to decide what is right
What is wrong

Tell me, can you live in freedom
Knowing that your choice hurt someone?

Once, we had a life, and now we have you
The saviour of love is a catastrophe
I’ll leave you both
If I must give up my dreams
My chances aren’t here with you
I won’t be chained because of this

The sins of all, the sinner in me
I follow my dreams, you call it blasphemy
If my ideals are sins
To me, they are the strength within
Then I shall stay a sinner!

I can be free,and free to be
Sinner or righteous, the line is so thin
Can you condemn it?
Can you be the one to judge it all
Or accuse yourself, if the sentence is your life

ABBIGLIAMENTO del GIORNO

ORA VORREI TANTO...

Find the way out

STO STUDIANDO...

OGGI IL MIO UMORE E'...

ORA VORREI TANTO...

PARANOIE

Nessuna scelta effettuata

MERAVIGLIE

Nessuna scelta effettuata

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giovedì 9 agosto 2007 - ore 21:57

Our Rising has began
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by Aly

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giovedì 26 luglio 2007 - ore 22:23

Per te, mia metà virtuale
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

Un abbraccio..
Solo uno..
Forse lacrime..
Sicuramente un segno indelebile.
Strazio nel cuore,
stasi dei sensi.
Non vedo l’ora
di riabbracciarti
come nei sogni
spesso.

Da Syb per Aly

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mercoledì 25 aprile 2007 - ore 10:52

Internal Struggle...
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by Aly

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venerdì 13 aprile 2007 - ore 09:07

Si puo odiare...
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

al punto di desiderare la morte di qualcuno?

La risposta e si!

Vorrei vederti crepare davanti ai miei occhi... Di una morte lenta e dolorosa senza che io mi muova per aiutarti...

Vorrei vederti in una lunga agonia chiedere scusa e pregare per la tua anima...

Vorrei stare in piedi, a braccia incrociate, con un sorriso sulle lambra mentre ti piegheresti freneticamente come un verme al sole...

Vorrei sentirti chiedere scusa, mendicare pieta’ senza ricevere il perdono...

Vorrei ucciderti ma sarebbe una morte troppo buona e tranquilla per una merda come te...

Vorrei... E avro la mia vendetta... Bisogna pazienza... Ed io ne ho tanta! Chi bruciera in inferno non saro di sicuro io...

Crepa bastardo...

By Aly

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lunedì 9 aprile 2007 - ore 20:06

Alla mia gemella..
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")