Filosofie di vita

Febbraio 10, 2009 at 12:00 pm (work) (, , , )

…vorrei essere così…

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A new start

Febbraio 10, 2009 at 6:08 am (Italy, fun, generic) (, , , )

Starting now I’ll never know your name
Starting now I’ll never feel the same
Starting now I wish you never came into my world.

It’s my world, it’s not ours anymore
It’s my world, it’s not ours anymore

(Ingrid Michaelson – Starting now)

beh magari non sono così estrema (Starting now I wish you never came into my world), perchè alla fine come dice qualcun altro se hai amato, era amore….

però…

…forse…

…i fantasmi sono passati…

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Can *you* catch me?

Febbraio 10, 2009 at 5:58 am (Italy, fun, generic, work) (, , )

Ingrid Michaelson – Overboard
I could write my name by the age of three
and I don’t need anyone to cut my meat for me.
I’m a big girl now, see my big girl shoes.
It’ll take more than just a breeze to make me

Fall over, fall over, fall overboard, overboard.
Fall overboard just so you can catch me.

But as strong as I seem to think I am my distressing damsel,
She comes out at night when the moon’s filled up and your eyes are
bright, then I think I simply ought to

Fall over, fall over, fall overboard, overboard.
Fall overboard just so you can catch me.
You can catch me.

And I watch the ships go sailing by
If*I*play the girl will you play the guy.
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And I never thought I’d be the type
to fall, to fall, to fall, to fall to fall.

To fall over, fall over, fall overboard, overboard.
Fall overboard just so you you can catch me.
You you can catch me, you you can catch me, you can catch-

I watch the ships go sailing by *If I be your girl* will you be my guy.
And I never thought I’d be the type to fall, to fall.

To fall, to fall, to fall…

To fall over, fall over, fall overboard, overboard.
Fall overboard just so you can catch me.
You can catch me, you can catch me.

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La cristalleria…

Febbraio 10, 2009 at 5:49 am (Italy, fun, generic) (, )

The glass parade – Cary Brothers
Just a voice inside your head
Whispering all the hope is dead
All the time you had to prove
That no one really loves you

I found you in a reflection
You didn’t want me to see
I will give you all i have
Just look up, break down and believe

This is a glass parade
A fragile state
And i am not trying to break

And the stars are shining
The moon is right
And i would kill to be with you tonight

Wish you told me all the truth
So afraid to face an absolute
All the fights you had to lose
All the fear was put upon you

I found you when you were broken
Too many cracks of deceit
I will give you all i have
Just look up, break down and believe

This is the feeling, falling
So much i want to say
Show me the same emotion
Show me what’s at stake
How much can you take
When you realise your fate?

Hold me now as the car lights fade
And we are dancing in the glass parade

It’s just a voice inside your head

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The way I am

Febbraio 9, 2009 at 5:36 am (Italy, fun, generic) (, , )

If you were falling, then I would catch you
You need a light, I’d find a match

Cuz I love the way you say good morning
And you take me the way I am

If you are chilly, here take my sweater
Your head is aching; I’ll make it better

Cuz I love the way you call me baby
And you take me the way I am

I’d buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair
Sew on patches to all you tear

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise
And you take me the way I am
You take me the way I am
You take me the way I am

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dedicato a….

Febbraio 6, 2009 at 6:18 am (Italy) (, )

Willard Grant Conspiracy – The Trials Of Harrison Hayes
Don’t have the patience,
for all these apologies.
Don’t have the time,
to waste on the suffering.

Don’t have what it takes,
to stay in one place,

But I might have what it takes
to make myself home.

Not sure at any time,
where I will be found.
Not sure you’d want to go there alone.

There’re all kinds of serpents here.
Best keep your faith held near.
There’s all kinds of poisons that turn you to stone.

If the spirit moved my words.
I’m sure I would be misheard.
It’s rare that intentions are left undisturbed.

The truth leads us down strange roads.
Each one different I suppose.
Many-a-secret is left unlearned.

Misery doesn’t come from the earth.
Trouble doesn’t sprout from the ground.
People are born to trouble.

And as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds.
Just as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds.
Just as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds.

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position open

Febbraio 5, 2009 at 6:00 pm (fun, generic) (, )

Hereby I open a position.
The ideal candidate should be around 24/25 y.o., man, kinda muscular but not too much, quite tall.
He should be caring, loving, faithful, open-minded, enjoy relaxing in front of a fireplace, like travelling.
If you think you’re the one, please send me a complete CV :D

…e ovviamente sto scherzando…
però….forse i fantasmi sono stati abbastanza scacciati….

torno al PRINdelirio

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innamorarsi

Febbraio 5, 2009 at 5:45 pm (Italy, generic) (, )

innamorarsi costa meno

innamorarsi costa meno

oggi m’è arrivata quest’immagine per email…
si lo so è una stronzata….ma proprio perchè è una stronzata mi ha attivato il criceto che ormai giaceva morto sulla ruotina del mio cervello grazie a una cosa chiamata PRIN…
Innamorarsi costa meno? ah, si?
mi fate il 30% di sconto se mi innamoro? e sentiamo cosa mi scontate?
mi scontate la fatica di ogni giorno? la dolcezza di un bacio?
la bellezza di condividere ogni attimo?
oppure
mi scontate la sofferenza di veder l’altro soffrire? il dolore dell’allonatanarsi?

Insomma ste 2 righe mi paiono molto fuori luogo…
sarà che a me san valentino mai piaciuto nemmeno quando un ragazzo ce l’avevo, ma io al 14/2 non è che mi devo ricordare di innamorarmi……

insomma, cari pubblicitari sta cosa ve la potevate risparmiare……….

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irreplaceable…aka pulitura fantasmi n°2

Febbraio 4, 2009 at 5:32 am (Italy, generic) (, )

Standing in the front yard telling me
How I’m such a fool, talking about
How I’ll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted

You must not know ’bout me
You must not know ’bout me
I could have another you in a minute
Matter fact he’ll be here in a minute, baby

You must not know ’bout me
You must not know ’bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable

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…ripulitura dai fantasmi…

Febbraio 3, 2009 at 7:12 am (Italy, generic) (, )

It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
no need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you round and round
Sometimes you’re up
sometimes you’re down

It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
don’t be scared
don’t hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
but don’t forget it’s just a ride

Slowly, oh so very slowly
accept that
there’s no getting off
So live it, just gotta go with it

coz this ride’s, never gonna stop”

cit. Just a Ride – Jem

…ovviamente il soggetto è la vita…

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