Gioianera69
femmina - 20 anni, In un buco, Italy
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Messaggi sul blog con etichetta 'malinconia*':
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The 69 eyes_August Moon
August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Over the sea
August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Do you belive
In August Moon - let me follow you
In August Moon - let me follow you dawn
August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Over the sea
August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Do you belive
In August Moon - let me follow you
In August Moon - let me follow you dawn
Let me follow you dawn
Down to the Seven Seas, paces I never be
Down to the Seven Seas, paces I never be
August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Over the sea
August Moon
Where are you
August Moon -
The Cure_The Drowning Man
She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her ...
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave
Everything was true
It couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man
Oh Fushia
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man -
Modena City Ramblers_Ninnananna
Camminavo vicino alle rive del fiume
nella brezza fresca
degli ultimi giorni d'inverno
e nell'aria andava una vecchia canzone
e la marea danzava correndo verso il mare.
A volte i viaggiatori si fermano stanchi
e riposano un poco
in compagnia di qualche straniero.
Chissa dove ti addormenterai stasera
e chiss come ascolterai questa canzone.
Forse ti stai cullando al suono di un treno,
inseguendo il ragazzo gitano
con lo zaino sotto il violino
e se sei persa
in qualche fredda terra straniera
ti mando una ninnananna
per sentirti pi vicina.
Un giorno, guidati da stelle sicure
ci ritroveremo
in qualche ancgolo di mondo lontano,
nei bassifondi, tra i musicisti e gli sbandati
o sui sentieri dove corrono le fate.
E prego qualche Dio dei viaggiatori
che tu abbia due soldi in tasca
da spendere stasera
e qualcuno nel letto
per scaldare via l'inverno
e un angelo bianco
seduto alla finestra. -
Smashing Pumpkins_Behold! The nightmare
I've faced the fathoms in your deep
withstood the suitors quiet siege
pulled down the heavens just to please you
appease you
the wind blows and I know
I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
to linger on, beyond the beyond
where the willows weep
and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me
the coarse tide reflects sky
and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
with a december black psalm
and the night mare rides on
what i fear is lost here
the wind blows and I know
all you have to do is run away
and steal yourself from me
become a mystery to gaze into
you're so cruel in all you do
but still I believe, I believe in you
so may you come with your own knives
you'll never take me alive
with all the force of what is true
is there nothing I can do?
I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
to linger on, beyond the beyond
where the willows weep
and whirlpools sleep, you'll find me
and the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
with a december black psalma
nd the night mare rides on
I've faced the fathoms in your deep
withstood the suitors quiet siege
pulled down the heavens just to please you
to hold the flower I can't keep
