Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The Truth About Trichozed
Poor Homeland
Poor country! Crushed by the abuse of power
of infamous people, who do not know what modesty, are believed
powerful and what they are doing okay;
and everything belongs to him.
Among the rulers, those utterly useless fools!
This country is devastated by the pain ...
but do not give you a little 'sorry
of those bodies on the ground more heat?
will not change, will not change
no change, maybe it will change.
But how can we forgive the hyenas stadiums, and of the press?
the boots sinking into the muck of the pigs.
me a bit ashamed, and it hurts
see a man like an animal.
will not change, that change will not change
yes, you'll see that change.
One can hope that the world returns to more normal
shares that can contemplate the sky and the flowers,
that there was no talk of dictatorships
if we have some more 'living ... Meanwhile
Spring is slow in coming.
Franco Battiato
Poor country! Crushed by the abuse of power
of infamous people, who do not know what modesty, are believed
powerful and what they are doing okay;
and everything belongs to him.
Among the rulers, those utterly useless fools!
This country is devastated by the pain ...
but do not give you a little 'sorry
of those bodies on the ground more heat?
will not change, will not change
no change, maybe it will change.
But how can we forgive the hyenas stadiums, and of the press?
the boots sinking into the muck of the pigs.
me a bit ashamed, and it hurts
see a man like an animal.
will not change, that change will not change
yes, you'll see that change.
One can hope that the world returns to more normal
shares that can contemplate the sky and the flowers,
that there was no talk of dictatorships
if we have some more 'living ... Meanwhile
Spring is slow in coming.
Franco Battiato
Monday, April 14, 2008
Rustic Wedding Theme In Maine
If before we walked all over a ledge on the thirtieth floor of a skyscraper as the protagonists of the old American movies, now that cornice, perhaps even a few floors higher up, blindfolded and go bounding around us and begins to pull a strong wind. We, Italians of the Titanic, did not notice anything we wanted, nor what happens to our house or the situation in the globalized world and we handed back the keys to our house to those who, regardless of which of the two conjoined twins, we know that will lead us, always with a persuasive voice telemarketer from what is, to ruin. not for me that I grieve: for my children.
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