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Fabrizio De Andr E Franco Battiato (London Symphony Orchestra) - Anime Salve
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E invece è me soltanto che ha salvato...
I don't want to disappoint you
I'm not here to anoint you
I would lick your feet
But is that the sickest move?
I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow
And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange?
My loss, and here we go again

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AFTERNOON OF A WRITER
Though nothing much had happened, he felt that he had seen and experienced enough that day - thus securing his tomorrow. For today he required no more, no sight or conversation, and above all nothing new. Just to rest, to close his eyes and ears; just to inhale and exhale would be effort enough. He wished it was bedtime. Enough of being in the light and out of doors; he wanted to be in the dark, in the house, in his room. But he had also had enough of being alone; he felt, as time passed, that he was experiencing every variety of madness and that his head was bursting. He recalled how, years ago, when it had been his habit to taken afternoon walks on lonely bypaths, a strange uneasiness had taken possession of him, leading him to believe that he had dissolved in the air and ceased to exist. PETER HANDKE
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Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
(I'm sorry....)

...fino al giorno in cui bruceremo e saremo completamente azzerate...