Dear reader,
the following words are the lyrics of a song that I like to listen often but for some 'time was absent in my life. A song In 1992 I moved a lot and in 2000 accompanied a time of great change. Now in 2010, in the attic and returned to be heard and wanting to communicate, at least in words if not in melody, for having once again in my next rebirth. Read, listen, imagine the melody that you want to be close to you and me ...
EVERYONE
Each has a table of device from the life situations
everyone eats his good times and great hope
cleared by his emotions and always drinks
everyone sees what's in front of the heavy rain and
everyone grows mostly in the midst of all those
sometimes is the cause of his injuries
everyone says useless things and important
Everyone is a child of itself
but do not forget who is the father of
hard days as a bone
of the basket to diminish and then discards each
stitches
everyone speaks and translates each one spends
much
and then is master of nothing
when everyone is only too
mixes to people's hearts
Each has a number of confessions
ghosts lying under the bed
sunburn
certainty of disappointment inside the closed chest
everyone has a temple in the empty moments
each crumbles his laughter as corncobs
wheat
everyone lives more restless nights
moon become Silver
everyone expects when coming to its summer
Everyone slips on time even if it puts the roots
life too much wind blowing through the woods
its slopes each sowing
promises are promises of a war that everyone
changes its
fate because the illusion of change
I, like everyone,
this morning I opened my eyes and started dancing
(Text by Fabrizio Berlincioni)
Greetings from Robinton
the following words are the lyrics of a song that I like to listen often but for some 'time was absent in my life. A song In 1992 I moved a lot and in 2000 accompanied a time of great change. Now in 2010, in the attic and returned to be heard and wanting to communicate, at least in words if not in melody, for having once again in my next rebirth. Read, listen, imagine the melody that you want to be close to you and me ...
EVERYONE
Each has a table of device from the life situations
everyone eats his good times and great hope
cleared by his emotions and always drinks
everyone sees what's in front of the heavy rain and
everyone grows mostly in the midst of all those
sometimes is the cause of his injuries
everyone says useless things and important
Everyone is a child of itself
but do not forget who is the father of
hard days as a bone
of the basket to diminish and then discards each
stitches
everyone speaks and translates each one spends
much
and then is master of nothing
when everyone is only too
mixes to people's hearts
Each has a number of confessions
ghosts lying under the bed
sunburn
certainty of disappointment inside the closed chest
everyone has a temple in the empty moments
each crumbles his laughter as corncobs
wheat
everyone lives more restless nights
moon become Silver
everyone expects when coming to its summer
Everyone slips on time even if it puts the roots
life too much wind blowing through the woods
its slopes each sowing
promises are promises of a war that everyone
changes its
fate because the illusion of change
I, like everyone,
this morning I opened my eyes and started dancing
(Text by Fabrizio Berlincioni)
Greetings from Robinton
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