Friday, May 21, 2010

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MARTIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN !!!!!!!!!

THAT IS NOT 'THE SCREAM ANGRY AGENT DIANA LOMBARD ANGRY WITH MARTIN MYSTERE SNAG! NO NO! YESTERDAY I SAW THE NEW SPOT FOR SPECIAL TEAM COBRA 11 THIRTEENTH A SEASON! (A PART THAT THE COPS ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL DIE! I cried Tom Kranich 2 DAYS!) Ma ma maaa! Semir And the new partners' MY MARTIN!! TOM BECK CASPITERINA IF YOU ARE NOT MY MARTIN! go ahead the cop as he XDDDD

Thursday, May 20, 2010

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a music game LITERARY ... Helia's song

well ... Bon Jovi's song, the text sembra scritto per Helia...non aggiungo altro...





  





I have walked all alone
On these streets, I call home
Streets of hope, streets of fear
Through the sidewalk cracks
Time dissapears
I was lost, on my knees
On the eve of defeat
As i choked back the tears
There's a silent scream no-one could hear

So far away from everything, you know it's true
Something inside that makes you know what you've got to do


Ring the bells, ring them loud
Let them ring here and now
Just reach out and ring the bells of freedom
When your world's crashing down like you've lost every round
Stand your ground And ring the Bells of Freedom Up the steps of the church Through the fields in the dirt In the dark I have seen That the sun still shines for the one who Believed So far away, so full of doubt, you needed proof Just close your eyes, and hear the sound inside of you (C) Bon Jovi

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

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a music game LITERARY ... Tristan 'song

... There has never happened to draw someone or something and think that a certain kind of music would be the soundtrack to the ad hoc? I will ... always ... my characters are characterized in the words of songs dedicated to other and more ... Today I listened to Laila, Laila's Branduardi. I know it's dedicated to a woman, but the free feeling and inspiration can not be stopped before this ...

then Laila ... it does not matter if you do not know ... I "know" him ... and even if he looks like a woman, is as sophisticated as Laila, Laila is as passionate, has the charm of the Orient ... Tristan is silk and pearls, and flowers, is the volcano ...


Laila.
you Laila Laila. Laila ah ...
you hide your mouth three things:
white pearls in a row

scent of grass and a sip of wine from Shiraz.
Laila.
you Laila Laila. Laila ah ... He
your breath smell of grass.
Laila. Laila ...
Your mouth hides three things:
are pearls in a row

your white teeth and a mouthful of wine of Shiraz.

Laila.
you Laila Laila. Laila ah ...
In your eyes I see three things: diamonds
of blacks' Hindustan
and silks of Lahore.
Laila, Laila ...
in your eyes I see three things:
the burning flames of a volcano
and a sip of wine from Shiraz.

flames of a volcano in your eyes, silk
is your wish!
Laila. Laila ... You hide in your eyes
three things: diamonds
of blacks' Hindustan
and a sip of wine from Shiraz.

Three things in your heart: the
Cobra Burma.
Bengal
all the flowers and a poisonous fruit!
Laila.
you Laila Laila, Laila ah ...
You hide in the heart of three things:
your sweet kiss I lose
and a sip of wine from Shiraz.

Laila is beautiful and venomous ...
in his kiss the wine of Shiraz,
cobra in his heart of Burma

(C) A. Branduardi