STO LEGGENDO
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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
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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'...
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ORA VORREI TANTO...
ORA VORREI TANTO...
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mercoledì 27 dicembre 2006 - ore 23:30
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stare male per gli altri o dovrei dire per colpa degli altri! Ma per chi mi avete presa? Per una cogliona sempre disposta a farvi piacere?! Per l’idiota del paese che se la prende sempre in culo ringraziando pure chi mi fa del male?! Per una povera anima da sfruttare poi da buttare via? Ma sti cazzi vi dico io! Mi sono rotta le palle di essere sempre quella buona, quella che dà ma che non riceve niente! E non parlo di cose materiali!!! Vorrei un abbraccio, un bacio o forse anche un grazie!! Ma vi è impossibile capire che a volte ho bisogno di queste cose semplici? Una risata, un ascolto, una spalla?! No ovvio! Avete scattenato l’inferno? Adesso beccatevi le conseguenze! Sono forte... Sì... Sono forte proprio perché mi servo della mia rabbia per lottare... Adesso non si gioca più.... Perché la partita è finita!
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mercoledì 27 dicembre 2006 - ore 11:48
Sib.... This song is the secret of life... In risposta al tuo post...
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We break our enemies with fear, and
we’ve seen how the tears come around
We’ve built our confidence on wasteland
we’ve seen how the walls come down
Life Burns
A man dies like a butterfly
Life burns from the touch of the Reaper
All things must pass
One love is a crooked lie
The world lies in the hands of evil
We pray it would last
Life Burns
We have no sympathy for the lost souls
we’ve chosen the path of disgrace
We give this life to our children
and teach them to hate this place
A man dies like a butterfly
Life burns from the touch of the Reaper
All things must pass
One love is a crooked lie
The world lies in the hands of evil
We pray it would last
A man dies like a butterfly
Life burns from the touch of the Reaper
One love is a crooked lie
The world lies in the hands of evil
The world lies in the hands of evil
The world lies in the hands of evil
The world lies in the hands of evil
The world lies in the hands of evil
A man dies like a butterfly
Life burns from the touch of the Reaper
All things must pass
One love is a crooked lie
The world lies in the hands of evil
We pray it would last
Mad days that above us lie
Life burns from the touch of the Reaper
All things must pass
One love is a crooked lie
The world lies in the hands of evil
We pray it would last
Life Burns
Life Burns
Life Burns
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dripping
breaking
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