Nick: Viola*
Oggetto: re:1984
Data: 3/8/2009 14.31.58
Visite: 91
amo quel fottuto ricchione di morrissey
tra l'altro è uscito un romanzo che si chiama Saint Morrissey, dedicato a lui, lo devo comprare
Let me see all my old friends
Let me put my arms around them
Cause I really do love them
Now does that sound mad ?
Captain of games, solid framed
I stood on the touchline
Hailstones, driven home
In a car - no brakes ? I don’t mind
I’m so glad to grow older
To move away from those darker years
Oh, I’m in love for the first time
And I don’t feel bad
So wish me luck my friends
Goodbye
So wish me luck again
Goodbye
Wish me luck my friends
Goodbye
Mmm... wish me luck, my friends
Goodbye
Ahh...
Ahh...
"We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
Alfred Tennyson, "Ulysses"
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