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Hello Sandro. Although not "there" in your best years, I have always considered a good, there is little you can do your tg3 remains at the top. It 'part, of course. So what? It is also the TG1 or better yet TG5. I speak for me.
I believe that if the Rai has not gone yet officially cow is primarily thanks to you, now that the board of directors will one with the balls, I expect very, very colorful.

Your death this morning allowed me to smile at the end looking back demonstrated by the paucity cultural Carfagna hours ago from Bignardi. His opinions on stuff ... Communists from pipers.

Sandra Oh well, hello.

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beginning of the year but how beautiful and original "November" by giusy ferreri!



non ho parole

Vintage Ertica Malina Velba

All you need is love the truth



There's Nothing You Can Do That Can not Be Donated.
Nothing You Can Sing That Can not Be sung.
Nothing You Can Say But You Can Learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you-can husband That Can not Be Made.
No One You Can Save That Can not Be Saved.
Nothing You Can Do But You Can Learn How to Be in time
It's easy.
All You Need Is Love, All You Need Is Love,
All You Need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

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la verità pura e semplice è che da anni e anni io sono una persona vuota and I go around looking for something to make me feel better .. but they are all crap .. all pagliativi .. instead I have to accept things as they are and embrace the reality for what it is.
very zen true? already but between saying and doing ..

sorry venting

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absences.




The absence of the beloved far, the absence of our dear departed, the absence of our past lost, the absence of our distant future (and also the next): These absences are admissions, because the absence of what is absent presentificandosi occurs, ie appearing in the form of memory, nostalgia, regret, or waiting, hope, presage, or fear, suspicion, warning: in short, as a thought, a feeling, an image, or something that is all together thinking, feeling and image, and everything that happens in an eternal present where you live, too.
seems to be only two events to which we can not be present: the birth and death. So, in fact, there was not and will not be there. The absent, then, then, we were and we will.
But perhaps we are never born, and even die, because we can only be present or absent.

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Script for a jester's tear



So here I am more ounces in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
The game is over

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me?