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whyyyyyyy wwwwwwwhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyy whyyyyyyyyyy Delilaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.....
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Under here, you just take my breath away
Under here, the water flows over my head
I can hear the little fishes
Under here whispering your most terrible name
Under here, they've given me starfish for eyes
And your head is a big red balloon
Under here, your huge hand is heavy on my chest
Ah, and under here, Sir, your lovely voice retreats
And yes, you take my breath away
Look at my hair, as it waves and waves
Sir, under here, I have such pretty hair
Silver, it is, and filled with silver bubbles
Ah, and under here, my blood will be a cloud
And under here my dreams are made of water
And, Sir, you just take my breath away
For under here, my pretty breasts are piled high
With stones and I cannot breathe
And tiny little fishes enter me
Under here, I am made ready
And under here, I am washed clean
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m. chagall - "blu" loversremembering what my teacher ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) cometsatsunset said last time...i bumped into a Coldplay live at bbc on telly yesterday night. well well...besides feeling like goin' to a bloody concert immediately..., Coldplay look amazing on stage...like they'd know that one of the magics of life is still playing live on a stage...the one and only actual music, for many reasons in some way, so...i loved it. i always love watching Chris who jumps and dances and runs everywhere...like he's having real fun...and he's enjoyin' his music...i mean, generally speaking, coldplay are good and fun to watch!....(besides their music, which can be liked or not....i do!) and i fell in love with lost played live the way they did it...from the new album. after violet hill and viva la vida...i guess i'm starting to love this album...discovering it track by track...yayy for coldplay! Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I will cross
Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve
No better and no worse
I just got lost
Every river that I've tried to cross
And every door I ever tried was locked
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...
You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along may come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the firing starts
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off�
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So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention, do you?
I know you don't listen to me
'Cos you say you see straight through me, don't you?
on and on
From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side; just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care
Oh…
Did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
I wanted to say…
Don't you shiver
Shiver
Sing it loud and clear
I'll always be waiting for you
So you know how much I need you
But you never even see me, do you?
And is this my final chance of getting you
And on and on
From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side; just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care
Oh…
Did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
I wanted to say…
Don't you shiver
Don't you shiver
Sing it loud and clear
I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you, for you
I will always be waiting…
And it's you I see but you don't see me
And it's you I hear so loud and so clear
I sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention
And you know how much I need you
But you never even see me
mai canzone fu più azzeccata per questo periodo of my life....
nice coincidences....
thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) hires_hotties for the last nice photoshoot they posted...it's the very first time i like scarlett in a photo. this time i really do.
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"Spaventosa la scena di Berlusconi che urla davanti alla platea della Confesercenti mentre lo fischiano. Come sempre, quando parla di cose sue, perde il controllo e non somiglia a nessun leader politico di nessun Paese democratico. Somiglia, va detto, solo a Mussolini, col suo gesticolare e il suo urlare esagerati. E se Mussolini alla distanza appare appena un po’ più ridicolo, è solo perché ai suoi tempi la tv non c’era e, per così dire, la recitazione era più teatrale. Invece Berlusconi conosce come le sue tasche (perché si tratta proprio delle sue tasche) il mezzo televisivo e sa che ogni battito di ciglia verrà notato e ogni respiro amplificato. Ora sostiene che 800 giudici (ha già pronta la lista nera) ce l’hanno con lui, ma è l’uomo più potente e ricco d’Italia e non si capisce perché abbia tanta paura di farsi processare per un’accusa che definisce ridicola. Per tacitare ogni critica un esercito di sottoposti, ogni giorno, da tutte le (sue) tv, ci ricorda che Berlusconi è stato votato, ma questa non è la spugna per cancellare il problema: è il problema."
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passato il decreto sicurezza. non ho parole. solo tanta paura. devo emigrare. è l'unica soluzione.   | |
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well well...my two weeks at danilo's flat have just started...i've just cooked my first lunch here...i took Asia out twice for a ride...she actually even ran out, with me yelling at her "NO YOU CAN'T!", and she does not listen to me!...'cos she can't go where she wants here...cars everywhere...and the door stays right on the street...it's so odd to be in here. but good. mum, iaia and danilo are on vacation in puglia...and there's only me here... far away from godzilla and angiari...far away from my things. i'm gonna live as an actual single young lady for the next two weeks. loool! a million things to do next week and the other one...a wedding as well, but i'm in no mood. i'm in the mood for nothing. i'd just love to know what i have to do with somebody...
to send that letter and risk no to hear anything from him anymore in my life...or to keep my feelings for me and keep in touch with him like we've always done..with the chance not to get news from him for months and thereby to freak out? i'm getting impatient... and listening to ivan ferreiro and spanish songs it does not help!...spanish language is so dramatic, so direct, so sweet and passionate....and it fits my drama queen nature so perfectly...lol! i'm trying to learn it...but it's getting dramatic with ivan ferreiro...i tend to see myself in every song... shoot me, please! last thing...this little town was known for its "lavandaie"...(no idea if i could find the right word in english)...the women who used to launder as a profession...and they actually used to do it right in this zone of the city...for the hospital and the rich classes of this town...pretty cool uh? ¿Hace falta que te diga
que me muero por tener algo contigo?
¿es que no te has dado cuenta
de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo?
ya no puedo acercarme a tu boca
sin deseártela de una manera loca
necesito controlar tu vida
saber quien te besa y quien te abriga
hace falta que te diga
que me muero por tener algo contigo
es que no te has dado cuenta
de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo
ya me quedan muy pocos caminos
aunque pueda parecerte un desatino
no quisiera yo morirme sin tener
algo contigo
ya no puedo continuar espiando
día y noche tu llegar adivinando
ya no se con que inocente excusa
pasar por tu casa...
ya me quedan muy pocos caminos
aunque pueda parecerte un desatino
no quisiera yo morirme sin tener
algo contigo,
sin tener, algo contigo,
sin tener, algo... contigo.
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