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  • Kyra
    Disappointed Idealist
    • 24/10/05
    • 22455

    #16
    Originariamente Scritto da dark lady
    E' bellissima, davvero!!!
    Ti ringrazio moltissimo..... in realta' ci ho lavorato tantissimo per scriverla cosi' come la "sentivo". Pensavo fosse piu' istintivo creare certe cose =)
    I'm laying down, eating snow
    My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
    On a bed of spider web
    I think of how to change myself

    A lot of hope in a one man tent
    There's no room for innocence
    So take me home before the storm
    Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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    • Kyra
      Disappointed Idealist
      • 24/10/05
      • 22455

      #17
      Perso nella neve
      sono solo un fiocco.
      Lento e dolce
      cado e muoio
      sul tuo viso sognante
      che guarda il cielo.
      I'm laying down, eating snow
      My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
      On a bed of spider web
      I think of how to change myself

      A lot of hope in a one man tent
      There's no room for innocence
      So take me home before the storm
      Velvet mites will keep us warm.

      Comment

      • Kyra
        Disappointed Idealist
        • 24/10/05
        • 22455

        #18
        Questa la dedico... a qualcuno. E' il pensiero che conta.


        Quando la sera
        cadendo esausto sul letto
        mi addormento
        e senza volerlo
        abbraccio il cuscino
        e' a te che penso
        astro di ogni mio mattino.
        I'm laying down, eating snow
        My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
        On a bed of spider web
        I think of how to change myself

        A lot of hope in a one man tent
        There's no room for innocence
        So take me home before the storm
        Velvet mites will keep us warm.

        Comment

        • Kyra
          Disappointed Idealist
          • 24/10/05
          • 22455

          #19
          A tarda notte,
          anche io suono.
          E' il flauto del mio animo
          e con le sue note
          penetro il cielo e le stelle
          I'm laying down, eating snow
          My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
          On a bed of spider web
          I think of how to change myself

          A lot of hope in a one man tent
          There's no room for innocence
          So take me home before the storm
          Velvet mites will keep us warm.

          Comment

          • Kyra
            Disappointed Idealist
            • 24/10/05
            • 22455

            #20
            Raggiunta la meta,
            fatti una bella risata.



            (e mi festeggio anche il mio millesimo post, qui, tra me e me )
            I'm laying down, eating snow
            My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
            On a bed of spider web
            I think of how to change myself

            A lot of hope in a one man tent
            There's no room for innocence
            So take me home before the storm
            Velvet mites will keep us warm.

            Comment

            • Kyra
              Disappointed Idealist
              • 24/10/05
              • 22455

              #21
              Di te non so niente.
              E tanto mi basta.
              I'm laying down, eating snow
              My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
              On a bed of spider web
              I think of how to change myself

              A lot of hope in a one man tent
              There's no room for innocence
              So take me home before the storm
              Velvet mites will keep us warm.

              Comment

              • Kyra
                Disappointed Idealist
                • 24/10/05
                • 22455

                #22
                Amare
                Maturare
                Opporsi
                Rivelarsi
                Essere
                I'm laying down, eating snow
                My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                On a bed of spider web
                I think of how to change myself

                A lot of hope in a one man tent
                There's no room for innocence
                So take me home before the storm
                Velvet mites will keep us warm.

                Comment

                • Idaea

                  #23
                  Originariamente Scritto da Kyra
                  Non cercare di apparire troppo saggio.
                  Non piangere, perche' in fondo non hai torto.
                  Non inaridirti con gli sbagli e le paure.
                  Perche', infine, odierai te stesso.

                  Tu dici
                  "I sogni sono sogni".
                  "Non saro' piu' un ingenuo".
                  "La mia anima e' forte".

                  Goditi il tuo tempo
                  placa il tuo cuore ardente.
                  Penetra nel tuo profondo
                  e tocca te stesso,
                  prima di perderti.

                  I riflessi delle paure
                  creano ombre dal nulla,
                  fantasmi dalle nebbie.

                  Sei cieco, ancora,
                  se non vedi che tempesta.

                  C'e' sempre una dritta via
                  per quello che aneli.

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                  • Kyra
                    Disappointed Idealist
                    • 24/10/05
                    • 22455

                    #24
                    Non c'e' cosa piu' saggia che sbagliare ogni tanto.
                    I'm laying down, eating snow
                    My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                    On a bed of spider web
                    I think of how to change myself

                    A lot of hope in a one man tent
                    There's no room for innocence
                    So take me home before the storm
                    Velvet mites will keep us warm.

                    Comment

                    • Kyra
                      Disappointed Idealist
                      • 24/10/05
                      • 22455

                      #25
                      Ballo da solo
                      Perché in fondo mi piace
                      Precipitando giù dentro i miei dolori
                      Vivo da solo perché non cerco niente
                      E preferisco stare qui
                      Se vuoi mi cerchi tu
                      Non serve fare rumore soltanto ascoltare

                      Ballo da solo
                      Magari un pò fuori tempo
                      Tanto non c'è nessuno che potrà correggermi
                      Passino pure le ore io continuo a ballare
                      Mi aiuta a pensare

                      Lasciami vivere
                      Lasciami vivere


                      Questa non e' mia.... e' un pezzo di una canzone.
                      I'm laying down, eating snow
                      My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                      On a bed of spider web
                      I think of how to change myself

                      A lot of hope in a one man tent
                      There's no room for innocence
                      So take me home before the storm
                      Velvet mites will keep us warm.

                      Comment

                      • Psych
                        Pensierosa cronica......
                        • 19/11/05
                        • 476

                        #26
                        Kyra sono bellissime...allora ho ragione a dire ke sei dolce...
                        Continua cos
                        Amore per...

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                        • daimon
                          Hell's Angel
                          • 02/10/05
                          • 1000

                          #27
                          Concordo...minimalista ed immediato... dei piccoli flash di una realt
                          "Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for."

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                          • Kyra
                            Disappointed Idealist
                            • 24/10/05
                            • 22455

                            #28
                            La speranza e' una cosa buona, forse la piu' buona di tutte le cose. E le cose buone non muoiono mai.


                            - Le Ali Della Liberta'
                            I'm laying down, eating snow
                            My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                            On a bed of spider web
                            I think of how to change myself

                            A lot of hope in a one man tent
                            There's no room for innocence
                            So take me home before the storm
                            Velvet mites will keep us warm.

                            Comment

                            • Kyra
                              Disappointed Idealist
                              • 24/10/05
                              • 22455

                              #29
                              Il silenzio... porta la pace.
                              La pace... porta la liberta'.
                              La liberta'... porta il silenzio.
                              I'm laying down, eating snow
                              My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                              On a bed of spider web
                              I think of how to change myself

                              A lot of hope in a one man tent
                              There's no room for innocence
                              So take me home before the storm
                              Velvet mites will keep us warm.

                              Comment

                              • Kyra
                                Disappointed Idealist
                                • 24/10/05
                                • 22455

                                #30
                                Corro sul pelo dell'acqua
                                verso il sole che sorge.
                                Il cuore preso da lei,
                                che ancora non conosco.
                                I'm laying down, eating snow
                                My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                                On a bed of spider web
                                I think of how to change myself

                                A lot of hope in a one man tent
                                There's no room for innocence
                                So take me home before the storm
                                Velvet mites will keep us warm.

                                Comment

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