decisions taken. Not going back.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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New perspectives, new horizons. Such fear and the latest trial in sight.
'm scared to start over, scared to be alone to deal with that.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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Days Of Monotony - Franco Battiato
Were Lying down on the bed and lets you go
How We spent so adrift
Through rugged ways
Days of monotony
Both
on your lips The moments
are intensely lived off
Being with you was the delirium
a story Of our
And I fell in love with extreme diversity
Obsessively
To destroy
"Hold me" she whispered plan
"Dear Love"
Days of immense wonder
And days of captivity
between us
Then the deluge broke
Lux Eterna Domino We spent so Excelsis Deo
Through rugged ways
Days of monotony
Both
on your lips The moments I
intensely lived with me I'm off
between us
I chose me
Were Lying down on the bed and lets you go
How We spent so adrift
Through rugged ways
Days of monotony
Both
on your lips The moments
are intensely lived off
Being with you was the delirium
a story Of our
And I fell in love with extreme diversity
Obsessively
To destroy
"Hold me" she whispered plan
"Dear Love"
Days of immense wonder
And days of captivity
between us
Then the deluge broke
Lux Eterna Domino We spent so Excelsis Deo
Through rugged ways
Days of monotony
Both
on your lips The moments I
intensely lived with me I'm off
between us
I chose me
Friday, February 6, 2009
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Lover, You Should've Come Over - Jeff Buckley
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
Broken down and hungry for your love, with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, charge you know how much I need it?
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man he gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
And he's much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one
So I'll wait for you, and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?
Oh lover, you should've come over
It's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who choose he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Maybe I'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh lover, you should've come over
I felt too young to hold on and much too old to break free and run
Too much blind to see the damage that I'm done
Oh lover, you should've come over
Well I love and I wait for you
Lover, oh lover, lover, lover
Oh Lover, You Should've Come Over
'Cause it's not too late
Looking out the door I see the rain falling on the people attending the funeral march in mourning
What showing a network of sad relations as their shoes drenched in rain
Maybe I'm too young to prevent a failed relationship
But tonight you're on my mind as I would never imagine
destroyed and I'm hungry for your love, with no possibility of saziarmene
Where six-night, do not make their own account of what I need you?
I'm too young to hold on and too old to run freely and
Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When do you absolutely have to have fun at any cost
And it's always too blind to realize the damage they cause
Sometimes a man must awake to realize that they really have no one at his side
So you wait, and burn
'll never see your sweet return,
Or will I ever learn?
Oh love, you should've come
not too late
The room is lonely, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in a corner
burns only he had chosen to keep you with him My body shakes
and yearns for a sleep that will never
It's never over, My kingdom for a kiss on her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I fall asleep at her tenderly
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter It's never
over, she is the tear that will continue to flow into me forever
Maybe I'm just too young to prevent a failed relationship
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you should've come
I feel too young to hold on and too old to really get rid of it and escape
It's really too, too blind to understand the evil that I made
Oh love, you should've come
Love, oh love, love, love
So now I love you, and you look
Oh love, you should've come
Because it is not too late
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
Broken down and hungry for your love, with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, charge you know how much I need it?
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man he gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
And he's much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one
So I'll wait for you, and I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?
Oh lover, you should've come over
It's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who choose he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Maybe I'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh lover, you should've come over
I felt too young to hold on and much too old to break free and run
Too much blind to see the damage that I'm done
Oh lover, you should've come over
Well I love and I wait for you
Lover, oh lover, lover, lover
Oh Lover, You Should've Come Over
'Cause it's not too late
Looking out the door I see the rain falling on the people attending the funeral march in mourning
What showing a network of sad relations as their shoes drenched in rain
Maybe I'm too young to prevent a failed relationship
But tonight you're on my mind as I would never imagine
destroyed and I'm hungry for your love, with no possibility of saziarmene
Where six-night, do not make their own account of what I need you?
I'm too young to hold on and too old to run freely and
Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When do you absolutely have to have fun at any cost
And it's always too blind to realize the damage they cause
Sometimes a man must awake to realize that they really have no one at his side
So you wait, and burn
'll never see your sweet return,
Or will I ever learn?
Oh love, you should've come
not too late
The room is lonely, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in a corner
burns only he had chosen to keep you with him My body shakes
and yearns for a sleep that will never
It's never over, My kingdom for a kiss on her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I fall asleep at her tenderly
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter It's never
over, she is the tear that will continue to flow into me forever
Maybe I'm just too young to prevent a failed relationship
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you should've come
I feel too young to hold on and too old to really get rid of it and escape
It's really too, too blind to understand the evil that I made
Oh love, you should've come
Love, oh love, love, love
So now I love you, and you look
Oh love, you should've come
Because it is not too late
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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American Skin (41 Shots) - Bruce Springsteen
41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots 41 shots
And we'll take that ride 'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
Cut trought the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "On these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise you'll always be polite,
That you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain't no secret
41 shots
And we'll take that ride
'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
Got my boots caked in this mud
We're baptized in these waters and each other's blood
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ...
41 shots
Taking that road crossing this river of blood
To get to the other side 41 shots
Spezzano night
're kneeling over his body at home praying for his life
It 's a gun , is a knife
E 'portfolio, this is your life There's no secret
There's no secret No secret my friend
You can get killed just because you're living in your American skin
41 shots Lena prepares her son to school
says, "Going down the street, Charles
You have to learn that there are rules
If a cop stops you
Promise you'll always be polite, not run away What
never promise my mother that you keep your hands in sight"
It 's a gun, a knife is
E' portfolio, this is your life There's no secret
There's no secret No secret my friend
You can get killed just because you're alive In your American skin
It 's a gun, a knife is
' s in your heart, in your eyes It's no secret
41 shots
Taking that road crossing this river of blood to reach the other side
41 shots
now I have his boots caked with this mud
We were baptized in these waters and in the blood other
It 's a gun, a knife is
E' portfolio, this is your life There's no secret
There's no secret No secret, my friend My
You can get killed just because you're living in your American skin
41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots 41 shots
And we'll take that ride 'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
Cut trought the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "On these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise you'll always be polite,
That you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain't no secret
41 shots
And we'll take that ride
'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
Got my boots caked in this mud
We're baptized in these waters and each other's blood
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ... 41 shots ...
41 shots
Taking that road crossing this river of blood
To get to the other side 41 shots
Spezzano night
're kneeling over his body at home praying for his life
It 's a gun , is a knife
E 'portfolio, this is your life There's no secret
There's no secret No secret my friend
You can get killed just because you're living in your American skin
41 shots Lena prepares her son to school
says, "Going down the street, Charles
You have to learn that there are rules
If a cop stops you
Promise you'll always be polite, not run away What
never promise my mother that you keep your hands in sight"
It 's a gun, a knife is
E' portfolio, this is your life There's no secret
There's no secret No secret my friend
You can get killed just because you're alive In your American skin
It 's a gun, a knife is
' s in your heart, in your eyes It's no secret
41 shots
Taking that road crossing this river of blood to reach the other side
41 shots
now I have his boots caked with this mud
We were baptized in these waters and in the blood other
It 's a gun, a knife is
E' portfolio, this is your life There's no secret
There's no secret No secret, my friend My
You can get killed just because you're living in your American skin
February 4 Amadou Bailo Diallo 1999, Liberian student of twenty-three, was killed in controversial circumstances by four police officers of NYPD Directions Crimes Unit.
The accident occurred at the 1157 Wheeler Avenue in a section of the Bronx. In a routine search of a rapist that could match the appearance of Diallo, the four police officers Edward McMellon, Sean Carroll, Kenneth Boss and Richard Murphy Diallo demanded to be recognized. Diallo put his hands in his pocket and the police, thinking about the draw of a gun, fired. Exploded 41 shots, hitting Diallo 9 times. The scandal that hit the department was born from the fact that Diallo had no gun on him, only the portfolio, it can be assumed, Diallo wanted to pull out to show their documents. In addition, the incredible amount of shots fired at the cops were accused of U.S. brutality, racism and ease of use of weapons was further aggravated by the investigations it was discovered that the policeman did not explode Edward McMellon a shot, thereby increasing the average shots fired by the other three colleagues. Diallo's death brought to light several issues related to uncontrolled immigration, had quit in April 2002 the unit Directions Crimes and the department had to compensate the families with three million dollars (for a demand equal to eighty million dollars). The campaign for the election of the Mayor of New York in 2005 was hard fought on the facts that occurred in Diallo: Fernando Ferrer, candidate for the constituency of the Bronx spoke of the tragic accident completely exonerate the actions of four police officers, who also did, after many trials and appeals, found innocent 25 February 2000 on charges of second-degree murder and dangerous behavior.
(source: Wikipedia)
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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Coming Back To Life - Pink Floyd
Where Were You When I was burned and broken? While the
days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless?
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of lifeand the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment HAD Arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I Took a heavenly ride through
Our silence I knew the waiting HAD Begun
And headed straight Into the shining
sun
Where were you when I was burned and broken? As I left
scroll the day, watching from my window
Where were you when I was hurt, when I was defenseless?
Because everything you said you were doing and I destroyed
While you were hanging on the opinion of someone else,
Dying to believe anything that you were let through
I the sun shining
Lost in thought and lost in time, in every part of the universe
While they continued to be planted the seeds of life and change,
out for me the rain fell dark and slow While
lingered in this dangerous but irresistible
pastime I took a trip through our deep silence
In that silence I felt it was time to kill the
past and return to life
I embarked on a journey deep through our silence
I realized that for me was the wait
And I live safe
Through the sun shining
Where Were You When I was burned and broken? While the
days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless?
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of lifeand the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment HAD Arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I Took a heavenly ride through
Our silence I knew the waiting HAD Begun
And headed straight Into the shining
sun
Where were you when I was burned and broken? As I left
scroll the day, watching from my window
Where were you when I was hurt, when I was defenseless?
Because everything you said you were doing and I destroyed
While you were hanging on the opinion of someone else,
Dying to believe anything that you were let through
I the sun shining
Lost in thought and lost in time, in every part of the universe
While they continued to be planted the seeds of life and change,
out for me the rain fell dark and slow While
lingered in this dangerous but irresistible
pastime I took a trip through our deep silence
In that silence I felt it was time to kill the
past and return to life
I embarked on a journey deep through our silence
I realized that for me was the wait
And I live safe
Through the sun shining
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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Incredible - Vasco Rossi
How do you now that you're the only remaining hope for
A
something better to think also of great love
you an incurable romantic
A little 'hysterical But nice
course only.
How are you doing now that he
There is also no longer with you
that he had big things on my mind
He then one day like nothing has said "Enough" You are an incredible romantic
A little 'neurotic
But not only pathetic
course
course only.
How do you now that you're the only remaining hope for
A
something better to think also of great love
you an incurable romantic
A little 'hysterical But nice
course only.
How are you doing now that he
There is also no longer with you
that he had big things on my mind
He then one day like nothing has said "Enough" You are an incredible romantic
A little 'neurotic
But not only pathetic
course
course only.
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