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Tu sei bella anche se non ridi sai cadere quasi sempre in piedi io non ho la giacca ed il coltello ma sul muro il tuo sorriso è bello Io vorrei rivederti per tutte le sere che ho guardato la tua foto in un vaso di mele
Non ti ho mai voluto tanto bene vedi, quasi quasi ti conviene ti ho mai scritto lettere d'amore quando stavi sveglia ad aspettare?
Si lo so che poi sei ritornata lo so ma qui dentro io continuo a vederti partìre...
Io vorrei fare a pezzi il ricordo di un treno i tuoi treni e quell'uomo che vedi e che tieni...
Io vorrei ammazzarlo per farti tornare sulle scale con la voglia di ricominciare hai ragione forse sono solo ho comprato il cielo ma non volo sono piccolo come un bambino puoi tenermi tutto in una mano
Io vorrei rivederti per fare l'amore non sognarti quando il sogno comincia a finire
Io vorrei fare il cambio con te per scoprire tu chi sei ed accorgermi che siamo uguali
E vorrei contare i tuoi capelli fino all'ultimo senza sbagliare e alla fine dire che son belli e confonderli e ricominciare
...Non ti ho mai voluto tanto bene vedi, quasi quasi ti conviene ti ho mai scritto lettere d'amore quando stavi sveglia ad aspettare?
vorrei contare i tuoi capelli fino all'ultimo senza sbagliare e alla fine dire che son belli e confonderli e ricominciare
bellissima la canzone... ci si pente soprattutto quando si perde tutto... strana la cosa... sembra che i ricordi a volte ti fanno innamorare più della persona stessa...presente...accanto a te...
io invece sto impazzendo per questa canzone... [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4LgHI3wnDc&feature=related"]http://www.youtube.c...feature=related[/url]
Mi manchi... quando il sole da' la mano all'orizzonte, quando il buio spegne il chiasso della gente la stanchezza addosso che non va più via come l'ombra di qualcosa ancora mia...
Mi manchi... nei tuoi sguardi e in quel sorriso un po' incosciente nelle scuse di quei tuoi probabilmente, sei quel nodo in gola che non scende giù e tu, e tu...
Mi manchi...mi manchi... posso far finta di star bene, ma mi manchi ora capisco che vuol dire averti accanto prima di dormire mentre cammino a piedi nudi dentro l'anima
..oggi i miei pensieri vanno a quel 1 settembre 2004...non potrei mai dimenticare quella terribile, assurda strage...
“Ho scritto Foglie di Beslan per non dimenticare. È stato come regalare un mazzo di fiori musicali, in ricordo di quelli sguardi innocenti, di quelle incredule vittime dell’odio e della violenza, che non hanno mai una giustificazione. La musica ha il grande pregio di saper dire senza parlare, arriva al cuore degli uomini senza intermediari, e Foglie di Beslan è la mia risposta senza parole, una risposta di speranza perché tutto ciò non accada mai più” (Giovanni Allevi)
..oggi i miei pensieri vanno a quel 1 settembre 2004...non potrei mai dimenticare quella terribile, assurda strage...
“Ho scritto Foglie di Beslan per non dimenticare. È stato come regalare un mazzo di fiori musicali, in ricordo di quelli sguardi innocenti, di quelle incredule vittime dell’odio e della violenza, che non hanno mai una giustificazione. La musica ha il grande pregio di saper dire senza parlare, arriva al cuore degli uomini senza intermediari, e Foglie di Beslan è la mia risposta senza parole, una risposta di speranza perché tutto ciò non accada mai più” (Giovanni Allevi)
Al fine poggio sullo stipite l'intero scrigno che come ti conserva così eri.
Kak ty byla
Nulla più saprò di te nulla. L'acqua saluta il fuoco il vento s'arresta alle foglie.
Kak ty byla
Che ultimo sia purchè da ultimo arrivi il saluto che annuncia il finito. Mi resterai non come statua di sale ma fuori di memoria ove il dolore s'aquieta e placa e la passione e il patimento e tanto altro ancora convivono in pace.
Ragazzi…cosa succede qui… amore perduto… tutti ricordi del passato… nooooo… non accetto questo amore “morto”… i sentimenti vivono sempre, dentro di noi… guardavo questi giorni un film che mi piace tantissimo “le pagine della nostra vita”… e c’era una frase bellissima… “Non sono una persona speciale. Sono un uomo normale con pensieri normali e una vita normale. Non ci sono monumenti dedicati a me, il mio nome sarà dimenticato. In una cosa sono riuscito in maniera assolutamente eccezionale. Ho amato una donna con tutto il cuore, e tutta l'anima per me questo è sempre stato sufficiente. „ Amare cosi tanto per dare senso ad una vita intera... questo vorrei...
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky, When the children were babies and played on the beach. You came up behind me, I saw you go by, You were always so close and still within reach.
Sara, sara, Whatever made you want to change your mind? Sara, sara, So easy to look at, so hard to define.
I can still see them playin’ with their pails in the sand, They run to the water their buckets to fill. I can still see the shells fallin’ out of their hands As they follow each other back up the hill.
Sara, sara, Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life, Sara, sara, Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
Sleepin’ in the woods by a fire in the night, Drinkin’ white rum in a portugal bar, Them playin’ leapfrog and hearin’ about snow white, You in the marketplace in savanna-la-mar.
Sara, sara, It’s all so clear, I could never forget, Sara, sara, Lovin’ you is the one thing I’ll never regret.
I can still hear the sounds of those methodist bells, I’d taken the cure and had just gotten through, Stayin’ up for days in the chelsea hotel, Writin’ "sad-eyed lady of the lowlands" for you.
Sara, sara, Wherever we travel we’re never apart. Sara, oh sara, Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.
How did I meet you? I don’t know. A messenger sent me in a tropical storm. You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow And on lily pond lane when the weather was warm.
Sara, oh sara, Scorpio sphinx in a calico dress, Sara, sara, You must forgive me my unworthiness.
Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore. You always responded when I needed your help, You gimme a map and a key to your door.
Sara, oh sara, Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow, Sara, oh sara, Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever go.
Well, there was this movie I seen one time,
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck.
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself.
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck.
Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath.
Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square,
I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death.
Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain.
You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart.
The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train.
I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel.
Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton'
And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft.
Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back.
I would have gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off.
Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies,
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul.
But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore to remember the times when I was your only man
And she don't want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control.
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.
Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live.
He owned a wreckin' lot outside of town about a mile.
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back.
She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust.
She said, "Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while."
Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started.
But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up.
She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead." You could tell she was so broken-hearted.
She said, "Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt."
"How far are y'all going?" Ruby asked us with a sigh.
"We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn,
'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies."
Ruby just smiled and said, "Ah, you know some babies never learn."
Something about that movie though, well I just can't get it out of my head
But I can't remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play.
All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way.
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.
Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour.
I was crossin' the street when shots rang out.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
"We got him cornered in the churchyard," I heard somebody shout.
Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it, it said, "A man with no alibi."
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you.
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears,
It was the best acting I saw anybody do.
Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
Oh if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now.
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much. I could feel a whole lot better,
If you were just here by my side to show me how.
Well, I'm standin' in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck,
Yeah, but you know it's not the one that I had in mind.
He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about
But I'll see him in anything so I'll stand in line.
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.
You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned.
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn't Henry Porter.
And you know there was somethin' about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the French Quarter.
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone.
You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent.
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on."
There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice.
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound.
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back.
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down.
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.
