Dedicated to Sara [?] Rome, or nearly so, and a beautiful dream and you can ... The thorn in the heart
And nothing else matters So close no matter how far
could not be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we
we
And nothing else matters I never opened so much to this world
Life is ours, we live it our way
not just to say all these words
And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day is something new
Open mind for a different way of seeing things
And nothing else matters I Never cared for what they do
I never cared for what they know But I know
So close no matter how far
could not be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we
we
And nothing else matters I Never cared for what they do
I never cared for what they
But I know I never opened
this way Life is ours, we live it our way
not just to say all these words
And nothing else matters
Trust me, I seek and I find in you
Every day I seek and I find in you
Open mind for a new way of seeing things
And nothing else matters I Never cared for what they say
I never cared for what they do
I never cared for what they do
I never cared for what they
But I know So close no matter how far
could not be much farther We
from the heart Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters
Yes dear friend ... and nothing else matters! A hug, no, TWO!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
How To Unclog Epson C45 Nozzle
There is a world in us, that we exclude the whole world.
E 'a land which has high walls, moats and drawbridges, and Judas spies are left out: One-sensitive eyes and true friends, they perceive their existence.
's a world without sun that dwells in us, gives us cold even when we burn in the heat of a laugh as he knocks and enters without waiting for a yes, that overwhelms and clears a strong body, soul and breaks the purest .
It 's our "Thorn in my heart."
It 's the pain that nobody knows, is the pain that mark, and the sadness that washes over us every moment a sudden, breathtaking or anything else that does not want to be darkness and silence.
Yet, breathe, sing, laugh, love, live.
Pain and life merge into us, we confuse showing multiple possible worlds, a moment is light, the other dark.
The thorn in my heart, is Gabriel, my grandson.
My life, light, joy, and Gabriel, my grandson.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Funny Things To Say In A Christmas Card
I & Mario
For me and Mario, 15 years up to the same country road, friends, school. (Poor and low-profit)
Then for me the city, yet the country for him.
Since then my life was never the same: new speech, friends, work, ambitions, prospects. For the time was
Mario paused: usual speech, friends, ambitions (zero),
perspectives (zero), lucky for him that the bar and the beer were on standby.
Year after year, as per the procedure of the Good South, the party of the country, I descended "down" at home, and how he wants the rule of the emigrant, also contaminated by the new life.
Accent North (sorry, Po), clothing trend, car and some Dane, then girlfriend, wife, daughters and a host of benefits from the status of "progress."
Year after year, Mario was always there: Central Bar, chair, legs crossed, to top the table with the usual Peroni, cigarette between his lips, beatific smile.
Well, I'm almost old, much of the life I spent in doing projects, and chasing targets in different cities, far from here. Mario
no! After 40 years the only real change in his routine, was the return of beer from Peroni bottle, Peroni is passed to the "plug"
In a nutshell: I have my projects (not all for charity! And how hard) HE ... has its central table in the bar, legs crossed, always fresh beer, cigarette, and smile Nobel Peace!
Sorry, but I'm at the point the question arises: But between the two, who the smart, and who is the fool? ....
..... My God, I have a terrible doubt!
You know what? I / We dedicate this song, which brings me back to the time of the "Bar Central"
For me and Mario, 15 years up to the same country road, friends, school. (Poor and low-profit)
Then for me the city, yet the country for him.
Since then my life was never the same: new speech, friends, work, ambitions, prospects. For the time was
Mario paused: usual speech, friends, ambitions (zero),
perspectives (zero), lucky for him that the bar and the beer were on standby.
Year after year, as per the procedure of the Good South, the party of the country, I descended "down" at home, and how he wants the rule of the emigrant, also contaminated by the new life.
Accent North (sorry, Po), clothing trend, car and some Dane, then girlfriend, wife, daughters and a host of benefits from the status of "progress."
Year after year, Mario was always there: Central Bar, chair, legs crossed, to top the table with the usual Peroni, cigarette between his lips, beatific smile.
Well, I'm almost old, much of the life I spent in doing projects, and chasing targets in different cities, far from here. Mario
no! After 40 years the only real change in his routine, was the return of beer from Peroni bottle, Peroni is passed to the "plug"
In a nutshell: I have my projects (not all for charity! And how hard) HE ... has its central table in the bar, legs crossed, always fresh beer, cigarette, and smile Nobel Peace!
Sorry, but I'm at the point the question arises: But between the two, who the smart, and who is the fool? ....
..... My God, I have a terrible doubt!
You know what? I / We dedicate this song, which brings me back to the time of the "Bar Central"
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