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Spread your wings

Qualche giorno fa ho festeggiato un anno qui in Dublin.
Inutile say that many things are changed from the day I arrived here and in fact many things have changed every time I came here in Ireland.
Paradoxically, I found more things in this last month when I was here with the parasite.
already the only real fault I do throughout this year and bringing a parasite in a land that I love and that this probably will bring another in the future .... disgusting!
The parasite has put less than a year to find a fellow, hiding as the first two worms in the eyes of the world and now by showing the world that are the happiest people on earth. If only he knew what he had been on holiday with his ex-girlfriend ... Or if he knew that only the other day while the parasite was at work, he has returned to her and said certain things, like that he still loved her ...
I must say that I see a couple honest, fair and serene own.

certainly are united by a very loud

the be all and two of the great sons of bitches , in the literal sense of the word.
No offense though.

But talk about something else. Lately I have heard many people who helped me understand who I am and what I'm worth. In this post I will simply thank everyone for having been close and giving me so much and above all true things.
I listened to lots of music, that sound beautiful music that fills the day or just a simple moment. I took to come out and visit local (not sure of the pub for Bambocci metallarini as someone does ...), but to meet new people and rediscover in that great land, I decided to live.
the way, want to tell you this: I was driving the other day and it rained a lot. The iPod (Adam is his name) decided to put on shuffle in her "Zombie" and I listened carefully to the text and I started looking around ... How many faces, all Irish, you could see a mile away. I thought how great you are and how much you love it and I cried for this ...

I rediscovered the desire to smile, because those who know me know that if I'm not good inside, I can not smile and you see ... Said enough.
I found the will to live, to fight, to keep dreaming and trying to live and achieve my dreams.
A song that has always meant a lot in my life is that which gives the title to this post and I realized that I never made this tribute journal. One of the few (but good!) Readers of these pages knows what it means to me.
A great band, Queen, released almost 30 years ago in an album, perhaps my favorite of their entire discography, which was released in the UK just one day before I was born. For this reason I feel most of mine.


Sammy Was Just watching low
the show
Over and over again
Knew it was time
He'd made up his mind
To leave his dead life behind
His boss said to him
'Boy you'd better begin
To get those crazy notions right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are?
You should've been sweeping up the Emerald bar'

Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man

He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room
Keeping his thoughts to himself he'd be leaving soon
Wishing he was miles and miles away
Nothing in this world nothing would make him stay

Since he was small
Had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He'd made up his mind
'This could be my last chance'

His boss said to him 'now listen boy
You're always dreaming
You've got no real ambition you won't get very far
Sammy boy don't you know who you are?
Why can't you be happy at the Emerald bar?'

So honey

Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man
Come on honey

Games Cycling Camel Toe

Parasites

This is the age of Decay and Hypocrisy
Sometimes i feel like the World
Isn't Ready for me...

Can You Masterbat To Much For Woman

Believe? Misread

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
Í don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in gita
I don't believe in yoga
I don't believe in kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles

I just believe in me
Yoko and me

And that's reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the dreamweaver
But now I'm reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I'm John
And so dear friends
You just have to carry on

The dream is over

Newborn Baby Wishes Sms

If you wanna be my friend
You want us to get along
Please do not expect me to
Wrap it up and keep it there
The observation I am doing could
Easily be understood
As cynical demeanour
But one of us misread...
And what do you know
It happened again

A friend is not a means
You utilize to get somewhere
Somehow I didn't notice
friendship is an end
What do you know
It happened again

How come no-one told me
All throughout history
The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference
I guess it's up to me now
Should I take that risk or just smile?

What do you know
It happened again
What do you know

Unique Wedding Invitation Wording,funny

Why? [One month later]


Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me,
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me.

Well I gave you ev'rything I had,
But you left me sitting on my own,
Did you have to treat me oh so bad,
All I do is hang my head and moan.

Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me,
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me.

If there's something I have said or done,
Tell me what and I'll apologize,
If you don't really can't go on,
Holding back these tears in my eyes.

Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me,
Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me.

Well I beg you on my bended knees,
If you'll only listen to my pleas,
Is there anything I can do,
'cause I really can not stand it, I'm so in love with you .

Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me.

Games Nokia 6500 Slide 2010

YO! A hectic weekend of vitality! Big Luciano

I am back from this weekend rather short, but "outstanding", as they say in these parts.
Friday was an adventure because of the plane and created some discomfort for a moment where I almost thought of not succeeding.
Fortunately, Saturday morning I solved everything and started from there and the real long-awaited weekend.
I was finally able to embrace and review friendly faces of real people, after a month when I had to deal only with people who are not even worthy of being nominated, as has been proved false, hypocritical, bad and painful.
I finally started to hear and see true friends who have the courage to say things in the face, as I have always asked to do all the people that count, but obviously I have only deceived for a long time in which I believed to have next a serious person, with the balls and was ready to live a life of dreams with me and instead has been proved false, hypocritical and immature and has never been able to solve anything by itself, as unable to assume their responsibility. Already this is the saddest thing ... had to pretend to be painfully victim and seek help from third parties (some of which are not even worthy to be called such) even had to learn how to cope with her feelings Said ... enough.
I am so sorry for this person, because until a month ago and was definitely the one I love most in my whole life, but he betrayed my trust and not only ...
my total trust is something that few have and once you lose it, probably not regained.
I like people who dream and fight for their dreams against all odds (just all ...); I like people who are able to scream and pull out all the air from the lungs even against a wind of 100 km / h, but again, this person has not been able to do this: just words, words ... so many beautiful fucking habits, apathy, false. Already it had no even the balls to leave and risk for another, because in his family style (as I have seen lately), he preferred to take the first safe with another and then leave me in a nightmare that lasted less than a month for luck, fucking highly of how I could be.
Now that time and all those feelings have passed and the last two times I went I had the confirmation.

But back in London. E 'was great, fantastic.

The combination of friendly people who really appreciate me for who I am and the fact of seeing one of the bands I grew up with and with whom I cried, cried, dreamed and enjoyed, I did enjoy all the indescribable. Some places
a city where only 16 months ago wandered alone with an mp3 player and a camera and was hoping to "live" as I wanted, I did take the right path, that of my dreams, that interrupted moments of eternal stasis, habits and hypocrisy, the same that I lived in my beloved / hated hometown.
last few days in this part I started to dream, to make plans and I realized that I must go on alone to continue to grow, which unfortunately has been temporarily interrupted by a person who claimed to be mature with the umbilical cord still attached ...
The Police played two hours, performing pieces of fantastic and proving once again, even after 20 years as the music can add just 55,000 in a chorus:

YO!


Set List

Message in a Bottle Synchronicity II Walking On The Moon


Voices Inside My Head When The World Is Running Down
Do not Stand So Close To Me Driven To Tears

Truth Hits Everybody Hole In

My Life Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Wrapped Around Your Finger

De Do Do Do De Da Da Da

Invisible Sun Walking In Your Footsteps Can not Stand Losing You


Roxanne King Of Pain So Lonely
Every

Breath You Take Next To You

My Brothers In Leotard

Although it was never a big fan of that kind of music, I was very impressed the death of Pavarotti.
many times I hear "Miss Sarajevo" and every time I was shivering. Thinking
just one of the co-authors of that song, I want to return the letter that Bono has posted on their official website.

06.09.2007
Luciano Pavarotti from 1935 to 2007

"Some can sing opera, Luciano Pavarotti Was an opera.

No One Could Inhabit Those acrobatic melodies and words like HIM. He lived the songs, by His Was a great mash of joy and sadness, surreal and earthy at the Same Time, a great volcano of a man who sang fire But spilled over with a love of life in all ITS complexity, a great and Generous friend.

Great, great fun, The Pavlova we used to call him. An emotional arm twister if he wanted you to do something for him he was impossible to turn down. A great flatterer.

When he wanted U2 to write him a song he rang our housekeeper, Theresa, continually so we talked about little else in our house.

When he wanted U2 to play his festival in Modena, he turned up in Dublin unannounced with a film crew, and door-stopped the band. His life and talent was large but his sense of service to the weak and vulnerable was larger.

We wrote Miss Sarajevo for him. He had worked on the humanitarian crisis that was the war in Bosnia. We travelled together on a UN air force flight to Mostar... all of us earnest in hard hats, just about strapped into this industrial aircraft with the big man handing out parmigiano from Reggio Emilia, “the best cheese in the world" he kept saying… deadpan… to make us laugh.

In Pesaro, in his summer house, he lived an almost bohemian life with a recording studio set up in an out house - but did all his vocals in his bedroom... there was a hammock hung between two marine pines for a siesta. He liked to eat, sleep and then warm up his vocals though I remember more eating than warming up. When we first recorded with him I left a stone heavier than I arrived.

Intellectually curious, couldn’t stick to his own generation - loved new ideas, new people, new song forms.

A sexy man whose life lit up again when he fell in love with Nicoletta and as he watched Alice play in the yard. He loved all his daughters so much.
The sadness of losing his only boy his only silence.

I spoke to him last week... the voice that was louder than any rock band was a whisper. Still he communicated his love. Full of love.

That's what people don't understand about Luciano Pavarotti. Even when the voice was dimmed in power, his interpretive skills left him a giant among a few tall men.”

Bono