di gran lunga la migliore poesia del festival ( 1/3/2008 18:48:40 - N. 320670 ) blog modificato il: 02/03/2008 13:01:48 |
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xk x quel k ti conosco t trovo brillante cm xsona
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molto simpatico,ntelligente..
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..travolgente
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belle qualità
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poi ami la musica.. e k ama vasco... vasco per me è un poeta... xk i testi ... sn emozionanti
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quindi hai anke a mio parere un interiorità sviluppata
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ed è una bella risorsa
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somma tutto ciò al fatto k sei anke un bel ragazzo
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qllo k ti ho detto prima .......senza parole........ ps. sei speciale mia piccola giusy ( 11/2/2008 15:50:51 - N. 316856 ) blog modificato il: 11/02/2008 15:58:23 |
E' finitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ( 9/2/2008 11:04:53 - N. 316371 ) blog modificato il: 09/02/2008 11:06:46 |
C'è gente che ha avuto mille cose, tutto il bene, tutto il male del mondo. Io ho avuto solo te e non ti perderò, non ti lascerò per cercare nuove avventure. C'è gente che ama mille cose e si perde per le strade del mondo. ....ciao sergio ( 6/2/2008 21:29:29 - N. 315850 ) blog modificato il: 02/03/2008 12:55:51 |
Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen now. Starry starry night flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do; But I could have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will ( 26/1/2008 14:47:3 - N. 313356 ) blog modificato il: 26/01/2008 14:47:35 |