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Walter

In this situation unlivable

all seems so fragile

Leaving for a trip impossible

I realize that the most valid answers

the train leaves without delay

and do not expect you to be ready

it is the destiny help

to go back to your world

back to your world

your world

Chorus: Clowns to play on the fly

between deep-water waves

sun falls trmonto

barriers between artificial horizon

clowns know who they are

without ever having spoken to I

is useless if cheiderti

this train leaving

then stop

stop

Among the doubts that I can not answer

I'm already convinced that

real fictions

hallucinations

are those of this reality

Try if you want to believe

understand that you've

try not recognize anything

for what you believe in reality

of you believe in reality

Lunapop

Vista-ati-radeon-xddm

trip every Saturday is the way you make me feel

Couldn't feel much better

Than the way

I feel tonight

Feel like I

Could live forever

Feel like I

Could fly

When I thought

I'd get it wrong, yeah

You somehow

Make things right

That's the way

You make me feel

Better than

I've ever known it

Better than

It's ever been

I can't seem

To control it, no

The way you make me feel

Like the sun coming up

In the morning

Like holding the world

In your hands

In a way I could

Never imagine (yeah)

The way you

ake me feel

I couldn't feel much better

Than when

I'm here with you

You make everything

Seem so easy

I'm telling you the truth

You never try

To please me

But somehow

You always do

{Repeat chorus}

The way you

Make me feel, yeah

The way you

Make me feel

The simple things

You do to me

Simple things you say

I sometimes can't believe

It's for real

{Repeat chorus}

The way you

Make me feel, yeah

The way you

Make me feel

The way you

Make me feel

Ronan Keating

Christmas Placemat Ideas

write it on the wall along the Arno River

be honest: the writing on the walls, especially when they are just scribbles on the buildings, I do not very polite. However, I must admit that sometimes have a kind of fascinating ...

As an inscription found by chance on a bench in Martyrs Square in Pisa.

In my wanderings through the streets of the city following a tourist map, I have found in this square. Even just the name fascinated me: Martyrs of Liberty ... It gave me a sense of emotion. Then, the sky was gray, the air smelled of rain and this place was so charming with the flower beds surrounded by green leaves yellow autumn of the plane trees that slowly undress ... My son wanted to stop to enjoy such great beauty.

There were several benches. I chose one at random. It was filled full of writing, as well as others. Not to think to myself, I started to read some.

will be written in the style I liked talking about himself (the calligraphy, the contrast of white on this blue of the bench) is that I was in a state of mind open to honey extraction, which will I had been hit hard and I wanted to find somewhere else to confirm that romantic love really exists, is that in the words that I read it I saw a bit 'of my situation and I felt close to the author ... however, one of the writing struck me so much that he wanted to capture in a photograph.

I leave you with this picture, without saying anything more.

Christian Faith Phrases

smoking

This time the style a bit 'bohemian hired him away from home, away from Rome.

Pisa, Lungarno Pacinotti 21:30 h approximately.

I'm here, sitting cross-legged on the wall above the River.

Tonight is the apotheosis of the style Doom: coming out here to a crowd of unrequited love; around with a backpack and a suitcase without having found a place to sleep.

It 's the first time that I take and I leave for a city, so, out of the blue, without telling anyone, just a few friends, and with no plan in detail the journey.

I feel alive.

Even if the night is sad (and that's what makes me really damn), I feel alive.

For the first time I listened to my crazy part, the part that is not their ignorance, but place (was not listening all that carefully filed). Today I wanted to listen to and follow.

Even though my heart is broken tonight, I do not regret my gesture. Masochism?

No, this is life.

The adrenaline of doing something new, unknown ...

The excitement at seeing his eyes ...

The pain of a love one-way ...

The sense of adventure in the search for a hotel now complete ...

This is life.

And I'm living.

Now they are on this wall, writing under a lamp and a cigarette between his lips.

tonight I'm a dead poet.

I like it so much ...

and rethink what has been, to what are now here, now, I smile widens dropping this cigarette.

How good will, between some time this evening to remember.

Among a bit 'of time (not much or as little as I know), this story will make me smile.

For now, I still light up a cigarette ...