"...e da allora sono perché tu sei,
e da allora sei, sono e siamo,
e per amore sarò, sarai, saremo."
SONO FELICEEEEE, SONO DAVVERO TROPPO FELICEEEEEEEEE!!
FELICE COME NON E’ MAI SUCCESSO, COME NON E’ MAI STATO. E NON C’E’ GIORNO UGUALE A QUELLO PASSATO, NON ESISTE SECONDO PASSATO CON TE CHE POSSA VOLERE PIU’ BELLO.
ORMAI SEI TU IL MIO ANGELO, SEI TU CHE FAI PARTE DI ME.
SEI TU…SEMPLICEMENTE FANTASTICO, TU CHE SEMPLICEMENTE MI FAI VIVERE.
NON PENSAVO POTESSE SUCCEDERE DAVVERO ANCHE A ME TUTTO QUESTO, PERCHE’ SEMBRAVA DAVVERO TROPPO BELLO…ED E’ DAVVERO TROPPO BELLO, TROPPO CHE HO PAURA A DIRLO ALOUD lest they vanish.
ARE THE LIGHT THAT 'come when all all look the same, is you.
LOVE YOU MY ONLY LOVE. When they smile and kiss me, when you hold me by the hand, When you hold me tightly, when you tell me I'm your ONLY PRINCESS, WHEN I FILL OF CUDDLES, WHEN IN FRONT OF HOUSE no farther lets me 'Get away, when all COME AND TAKE time I PUT THAT SONG, JUST WHEN you love me, She stroked WHEN, WHERE YOU FIND THE RIGHT WORDS, IF YOU DO NOT FORGET TO ANYTHING, WHEN YOU CARE IF THEY ARE BACK AT HOME, WHEN I GET EVEN IN ARM I WANT, WHEN YOU DO NOT NEED the husband, When you take me and kiss me ... WHEN YOU ARE.
... WHY I LOVE YOU 'You made me happy, as never before,' cause I GIVING YOU A TALE BELLISSIAMA, WHY 'you're making me LIVE.
took me too long to notice you, now I want to lose, I can not 'DO WITHOUT YOU MY LITTLE LOVE.
I turn on the music and I can not turn it off, one song after another pass the hours. The evenings watching television in bed or a message until late.
The books that are being felt from the desk, they want to be open because the time has come.
Today report, far too nice and the problem is to keep the average.
It promises something incredible story tomorrow (again), 70 pages of art, a physical check on Friday that in some strange way to go well, then, as always, thread and material that question.
And you, you, you, you, you still you, only you. What
dire di te…sei te…niente altro…tu che rubi qualcosa di me e qualche sorriso ogni tanto, tu che mi ridai la speranza, chissà se vana o meno, di tornare a sperare in qualcosa di bello…
Tu che mi rubi qualche sogno da qualche giorno ormai, tu che mi riempi di una strana sensazione fin troppo bella che non provavo ormai da tempo.
Come andrà a finire?! È questo che mi fa paura.
Mi sembra di essere tornata indietro nel tempo, ai primi anni al liceo quando mi scottavo per niente e la mia voglia di sognare era fin troppo immensa, irreale credo.
Ora vado….fraaa….
The air around here is getting dark and heavy, it is like that of 11 June was so far from not find the strength to live sti months to open a book and study, study really.
It is as if waiting for the end of the school, or at least the trip to Paris, unwilling to return, to start another semester, the usual tasks and the usual black and white pages.
A pentamestre, five months and I expect their length looks really amazing, not going to come to a stop.
And the next is already last summer, the last before a summer holiday world so big that you can not see its boundaries.
raining outside, fine view, looking at those drops seem even better mixed with soft flakes of snow, but more snow is not perhaps what we need, any meter is still out there.
I say any more.
You who are close and distant at the same time that you arrive with your own words and with a good night every night I stole a smile. Where you gonna go? Into oblivion in no time at all, or what is your destiny?
the first day of
Pablo Neruda
The distinguish other
like a horse
different from all the horses.
Adorno
his forehead with a tape, we hold the
colored bells on the neck, and at midnight
will go out and get
like an explorer who falls from a star.
As the bread looks like bread
yesterday,
as a link to all the rings ...
The earth will host this day
gold, gray, light blue, it will deploy
in colline
lo bagnerà con frecce
di trasparente pioggia
e poi lo avvolgerà
nell’ombra.
Eppure
piccola porta della speranza,
nuovo giorno dell’anno,
sebbene tu sia uguale agli altri
come i pani
a ogni altro pane,
ci prepariamo a viverti in altro modo,
ci prepariamo a mangiare, a fiorire,
a sperare.
nice party yesterday, a kiss to all and happy 2009!