she's electric, can I be electric too?
eh si, vorrei essere elettrica qualche volta in più!
riuscire a caricarmi un po' più spesso!
essere più attiva, ma tra kanji, libri, hiragana e kami no moji accetto tutto con grande passività, come da filosofia buddhista!
forza, ancora un passo, l'ultimo grande passo!
con gli occhi continuamente rivolti alla luna...
e il cuore che ogni tanto piange...
(uff, non riuscivo a postare nulla perchè bloggerbot-picasa era sempre off line, così mi sono decisa ad usare direttamente blogger)
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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Il Male Che Fa
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Se...
se si viaggia alla velocità della vita è inevitabile scontrarsi...
Patrick Park -- Something Pretty
Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.
At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I�m the friend you need, but can�t be trusted.
Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
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