I say a little prayer for you

*** Abitino in lycra color bluette elettrico costellato di pois bianchi e neri. Scollatura a portafoglio con mono-colletto bianco in vista, cintura alta e ampia gonna sotto il ginocchio. Taglia 44, zip laterale. Annunci

Running home, running home

For every life Forgoe the parable My knees are cold Go find another lover With all your lies, You’re still very lovable Running home, running home, running home, running home

Basic space, open air

Basic space, open air Don’t look away When there’s nothing there I’m setting us in a stone Piece by piece, before I’m alone Air tight before we break, Keep it in, keep us safe I can’t let it out, I still let you in I can’t let it out, I still let you in

Shop around in Portugal

Un weekend nel sud del Portogallo può regalare grandi gioie. Scorpacciate di pesce per 10 euro, clima perfetto lontano anni luce dall’arsura padana e chilometri illimitati di spiaggia pubblica (concetto, questo, pressochè inesistente in Italia). E quando meno te l’aspetti….

I walk, ’cause you walk

Lover, will you look at me now? I’m already dead to you, But, I’m inclined to explain what I could not before Whatever you didn’t do, what you couldn’t say I am sorry the worst has arrived For I deserve more, For, at least, I deserve the respect of a kiss goodbye And tell me, … Continua a leggere

Just feel like a child

I feel just like a child Well I feel just like a child I feel just like a child I feel just like a child From my womb to my tomb I guess I’ll always be a child Some people try and treat me like a man Yeah some people try and treat me like … Continua a leggere

So many lies (farwell in blue)

No more going to the dak side with your flying saucer eyes No more falling down a wormhole that I have to pull you out No more talking about the old days It’s time for something great I want you to get out and make it work I’ll be ok So many lies So many … Continua a leggere

I feel the chaos around me

They say an end can be a start Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive It’s like a bad day that never ends I feel the chaos around me A thing I don’t try to deny I’d better learn to accept that There are things in my life that I can’t control

Blu blu le mille bolle

Blu le mille bolle blu Blu le vedo intorno a me Blu mi sento dondolar Blu tra mille bolle blu che danzano che volano e volano e volano su grappoli di nuvole.

Bhe, che c’è? A pois, a pois, a pois

Me l’ha data tempo fa (non pensiamo subito male, insomma!) uno strano Maragià vecchio amico di papà è una grande novità non a strisce ma a pois. Beh, che c’è!? A pois, a pois, a pois!

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