...Strength and courage overrides the privileged and weary eyes of river poet search naiveté...
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...e Non Mi Chiederai
...e non mi chiederai
se fu inganno, fu scelta, fu comunicazione
e chi di noi fosse il centro
a cui si tira con l'arco dal baraccone.
Non me lo chiedo neanch'io. Sono colui
che ha veduto un istante e tanto basta....
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Give
Me your love
And I'll give you
The perfect lovesong.
With
A divine
Beatles bassline
And a big old Beach Boys sound.
I'll match you pound for pound.
Like heavy-weights in the final round,
We'll hold on to each other
So we don't fall down.
Well, give
Me a wink
And I'll give you
What I think you're after.
With
Just one kiss
I will whisk you away
To where angels often tread.
We'll paint this planet red.
We'll stumble back to our hotel bed
And we'll make love to each other
'Till we're half dead.
Maybe now
You can see
Just what you
Mean to me....
L'autunno è
uno scialle di foglie
a scaldarci l'anima.
