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WEEKLY TRUE - N ° 17 of April 25, 2009
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WEEKLY TRUE - N ° 17 of April 25, 2009 
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Moose Punch Christmas Vacation
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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Other Simenza
In your presence I will raise
To illuminate
Your faces pale.
In my warm embrace
Your
cold shoulder
In your eyes tired
desirous of a safe sleep
be supporting my fingers.
will give relief to your life
With my heavenly song.
will accompany you in the night illuminating the path
Of your human thoughts.
THE END OF ALL
slips her dress from the terrace
and graceful dance with the wind
Beyond Over the hills
trees
A man yells at another man
A man kills another man
ends the dance begins crying
A woman picks up her dress lying on the ground. A tear A sigh
The end of everything.
slips her dress from the terrace
and graceful dance with the wind
Beyond Over the hills
trees
A man yells at another man
A man kills another man
ends the dance begins crying
A woman picks up her dress lying on the ground. A tear A sigh
The end of everything.
NIGHT WAITING
Fireflies light the night walk
shepherds wandering to foreign lands
In the silence of the night they heard a moan ...
The cry of the world.
Fireflies light the night walk
shepherds wandering to foreign lands
In the silence of the night they heard a moan ...
The cry of the world.
PART OF A GEISHA
Every night the geisha
sang and sang of his beautiful samurai
Dressed in silk prints of peacocks. Every night the geisha
dreamed and dreamed of a handsome samurai
surrounded by lotus flowers and red poppies. Every night the geisha
crying and crying her pretty samurai
reading the exploits of his hero. Every night the geisha
died and died for his samurai
For his samurai.
Every night the geisha
sang and sang of his beautiful samurai
Dressed in silk prints of peacocks. Every night the geisha
dreamed and dreamed of a handsome samurai
surrounded by lotus flowers and red poppies. Every night the geisha
crying and crying her pretty samurai
reading the exploits of his hero. Every night the geisha
died and died for his samurai
For his samurai.
Morpheus
I'll be away over the mountains
Over the western seas.
I'll be away over the mountains
Over the western seas.
In your presence I will raise
To illuminate
Your faces pale.
In my warm embrace
Your
cold shoulder
In your eyes tired
desirous of a safe sleep
be supporting my fingers.
will give relief to your life
With my heavenly song.
will accompany you in the night illuminating the path
Of your human thoughts.
WHERE YOU
And you
On this night without stars
In the silence where you
stretch my hands
It will be up to you
Passing through the endless night Until
you get where you are where you are.
And you
On this night without stars
In the silence where you
stretch my hands
It will be up to you
Passing through the endless night Until
you get where you are where you are.
EMIGRANTS
listen tell me what the sea
contain all the words in my heart
'll bring in my eyes the images of waves caressing the beloved land
I will treasure the thoughts of my land
To bring my story with me in this new land
Unknown to my gaze
'll bring you the words of his mother to give me comfort
In the dark days that will greet my land
Stifling my tears.
listen tell me what the sea
contain all the words in my heart
'll bring in my eyes the images of waves caressing the beloved land
I will treasure the thoughts of my land
To bring my story with me in this new land
Unknown to my gaze
'll bring you the words of his mother to give me comfort
In the dark days that will greet my land
Stifling my tears.
ORPHEE
clothes of my memories,
and dance for me again.
Hold me in your hands and
sorreggimi over time.
Tell new stories,
quenches my cravings.
Intonami new melodies,
and dance for me again.
Paint with new colors, gray
of my vanity.
enclose the silence
to give peace to your senses.
'll give you my time
because only this man possesses.
And you will be the cure to my joy.
clothes of my memories,
and dance for me again ...
clothes of my memories,
and dance for me again.
Hold me in your hands and
sorreggimi over time.
Tell new stories,
quenches my cravings.
Intonami new melodies,
and dance for me again.
Paint with new colors, gray
of my vanity.
enclose the silence
to give peace to your senses.
'll give you my time
because only this man possesses.
And you will be the cure to my joy.
clothes of my memories,
and dance for me again ...
LONG GOODBYE
And then to
pretended to be asleep to dream of flying
And suddenly wakes up to find the pillow
My dreams as a child.
I get lost in your eyes deep as the sea
Your lips tremble
the breath of my most beautiful words.
I like to hear your stories
stand and watch the sea
Saziarmi of your words that the wind takes
And find comfort in the remembrance of a look and think about only
our best days still
When our words had
sense and do not stop the frail appearance of a long goodbye.
And then to
pretended to be asleep to dream of flying
And suddenly wakes up to find the pillow
My dreams as a child.
I get lost in your eyes deep as the sea
Your lips tremble
the breath of my most beautiful words.
I like to hear your stories
stand and watch the sea
Saziarmi of your words that the wind takes
And find comfort in the remembrance of a look and think about only
our best days still
When our words had
sense and do not stop the frail appearance of a long goodbye.
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