I would like to writing and singing a song in english,
tongue that I've studied at the medium school.
I'd surely find the way to recreate the original sound
of the wonderful Beatles english.
I would pick up a girl and
- thank you to the original sound
of the wonderful Beatles english -
I would conquer her,
I would marry her,
and together we will farrow
so many much childs.
So we would live until the late age (her),
while I would never die just like Highlander;
but not like Sean Connery,
better like Christopher Lambert:
young through the centuries
but without cut the head.
So every night I dream
my unrealizable, unreasonable,
unrecognizable, unjamestaylorable,
unstatesmanlike dream come true.
SECOND ME (THE PEAK OF THE MOUNTAIN).
How you call you?
How many years you have?
From where come?
How stay?
Not to be sad:
the life is a thing wonderful
and I am here
for make it wonderfuler.
Not see the my love for yourself?
For force, not is visible.
Not hear the sound of the my guitar?
Is play from me;
is play for you, is play for we.
Oui, je t'aime, je t'aime - yes -
must to be the my girl;
come on the my car
that I bring you at make one tour.
What think of the my car?
Is much beautiful, second me.
Au revoir, Adrian Maldonado.
Mi prude una palla.
Non vi curate di Lei, continuate pure a mandarmi pics.
Can't you sleep, Leanne?
This is for you, sweetie...
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty loved ones,
Do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep;
You are care and care must keep;
Sleep, pretty loved ones,
Do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.
Tears,idle tears ,I know not what they mean
Tears from the depht of some divine despair,
Rise in the heart ,and gather to the eyes
In looking on the happy Autumn -fields
And thinking of the days that are no more .
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge ;
So sad ,so fresh,the days that are no more
[COLOR=Blue][SIZE="1"]quando arrivi a capire di una persona il motore che spinge ogni sua azione, quella parte interiore che nessuno vede, quella sua unicit
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep; "Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep".
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