Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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How can you judge how you can
condemn those who believe we are the hair that portiam
let us do so because crediam in everything that we form
And if you stopped it a bit 'to look, speak with us
you will notice certain that we never hurt
When we passiam the street you will turn to look
us take a moment to imagine what you are thinking
Laugh if you like but you should not judge
And if this kind of thinking you should not try
just do not understand that evil never
How can you judge how you can
condemn those who believe we are the hair that portiam
let us do so because crediam that no harm can be done
E if you stopped it a bit 'to look, speak with us
you will notice certain that we never hurt
oh no never never never never .......
(Nomads - How You Can Judge)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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Way of the Cross
"Thee break up with his teeth and hands,
know your eyes drunk by the dogs,
dying on the cross can be grateful to
a good man named Pilate. "
Much more death today wants you, kill you
the poison of these words:
the voices of the fathers of those babies,
slain by Herod for you.
In mournful mockery of new clothes
measure drops to the pain you feel;
have waited thirty years with the liver in hand,
the gasps of a charlatan. They move
curves widows in the head,
for them is not a holiday afternoon,
dampers are the clothes on the eyes and heart but filter
veils pain:
faithful humiliated by an inhuman
believe that the slaves would have before Abraham,
gratefully hours soffron
punishment of those who forgave Mary Magdalene,
with a wave of those who only fraternal
a new indulgence taught the Almighty,
and looks up, transfixed by the sun,
the pangs of a redeemer . Confused
the crowd follow you dumb
dismayed at the thought that you greet them:
"To redeem the world" they need to think,
Your blood may be enough.
Sowing
by sea and by land through the woods and city your good news, but this
tomorrow, with better faith,
tonight is stronger than terror.
None of them will cry a farewell
found to be the cousin of God, the apostles
have closed under the gorges,
brother bleeding on the cross.
Han faces lying, already prone to forgiveness,
now who have seen the blood of your
man rubbed his limbs purple rivulets,
still incapable of harm.
power clothed in human guise,
now considers you dead enough
and already turning their eyes to spy out the intentions
the humble, the beggars.
But the eyes of the poor cry elsewhere
not been in pain
show that the way of the cross has prohibited the entry
who loves you as himself.
are pale face, sunken chest,
do not have the face of those who welcomes
gestures that now offers you the pain,
yet have a place of honor.
not have eyes sparks of pain.
'm not surprised to see you back
bent wood that barely drag,
yet you are close.
Forgive them if they leave you alone,
if they can die on the cross too,
not have to cry in that the mothers
after all, are only two thieves.
(Way of the Cross - Fabrizio De Andrè)
dying on the cross can be grateful to
a good man named Pilate. "
Much more death today wants you, kill you
the poison of these words:
the voices of the fathers of those babies,
slain by Herod for you.
In mournful mockery of new clothes
measure drops to the pain you feel;
have waited thirty years with the liver in hand,
the gasps of a charlatan. They move
curves widows in the head,
for them is not a holiday afternoon,
dampers are the clothes on the eyes and heart but filter
veils pain:
faithful humiliated by an inhuman
believe that the slaves would have before Abraham,
gratefully hours soffron
punishment of those who forgave Mary Magdalene,
with a wave of those who only fraternal
a new indulgence taught the Almighty,
and looks up, transfixed by the sun,
the pangs of a redeemer . Confused
the crowd follow you dumb
dismayed at the thought that you greet them:
"To redeem the world" they need to think,
Your blood may be enough.
Sowing
by sea and by land through the woods and city your good news, but this
tomorrow, with better faith,
tonight is stronger than terror.
None of them will cry a farewell
found to be the cousin of God, the apostles
have closed under the gorges,
brother bleeding on the cross.
Han faces lying, already prone to forgiveness,
now who have seen the blood of your
man rubbed his limbs purple rivulets,
still incapable of harm.
power clothed in human guise,
now considers you dead enough
and already turning their eyes to spy out the intentions
the humble, the beggars.
But the eyes of the poor cry elsewhere
not been in pain
show that the way of the cross has prohibited the entry
who loves you as himself.
are pale face, sunken chest,
do not have the face of those who welcomes
gestures that now offers you the pain,
yet have a place of honor.
not have eyes sparks of pain.
'm not surprised to see you back
bent wood that barely drag,
yet you are close.
Forgive them if they leave you alone,
if they can die on the cross too,
not have to cry in that the mothers
after all, are only two thieves.
(Way of the Cross - Fabrizio De Andrè)
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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Girotondo
When will the war Marcondiro'ndero
if it is war, Marcondiro'ndà
sea and land, Marcondiro'ndera
the sea and the earth who will save us?
We will save the soldier who will not save us
the soldier who reject the war.
The war has already broken out, Marcondiro'ndero
the war has already begun, who will help us.
the good Lord will help us, Marcondiro'ndera
the good Lord will help us, he will save us.
Good God has already escaped, where it is unknown
God he's gone, who knows when they will return.
The airplane flies, Marcondiro'ndera
the airplane flies, Marcondiro'ndà.
Se getterà la bomba, Marcondiro'ndero
se getterà la bomba chi ci salverà?
Ci salva l'aviatore che non lo farà
ci salva l'aviatore che la bomba non getterà.
La bomba è già caduta, Marcondiro'ndero
la bomba è già caduta, chi la prenderà?
La prenderanno tutti, Marcondiro'ndera
siam belli o siam brutti, Marcondiro'ndà
Siam grandi we are children or destroy them
we are smart or stupid we are fulminerà them.
There are too many holes, Marcondiro'ndera
there are too many holes to fill those?
we can no longer play Marcondiro'ndera
we can no longer play Marcondiro'ndà.
And you go to enjoy a little 'further
go and have fun where there will be war.
War is everywhere, Marcondiro'ndera
the land is all in mourning, who will comfort you?
We think men, beasts, flowers
the woods and the seasons, with many colors.
of people, animals and flowers, no, there is more
us we were living and nothing more.
The earth is all ours, Marcondiro'ndera
we'll make a great tournament, Marcondiro'ndà.
We have all the land Marcondiro'ndera
will play to make war, Marcondiro'ndà ...
(Fabrizio De Andrè - Girotondo)
if it is war, Marcondiro'ndà
sea and land, Marcondiro'ndera
the sea and the earth who will save us?
We will save the soldier who will not save us
the soldier who reject the war.
The war has already broken out, Marcondiro'ndero
the war has already begun, who will help us.
the good Lord will help us, Marcondiro'ndera
the good Lord will help us, he will save us.
Good God has already escaped, where it is unknown
God he's gone, who knows when they will return.
The airplane flies, Marcondiro'ndera
the airplane flies, Marcondiro'ndà.
Se getterà la bomba, Marcondiro'ndero
se getterà la bomba chi ci salverà?
Ci salva l'aviatore che non lo farà
ci salva l'aviatore che la bomba non getterà.
La bomba è già caduta, Marcondiro'ndero
la bomba è già caduta, chi la prenderà?
La prenderanno tutti, Marcondiro'ndera
siam belli o siam brutti, Marcondiro'ndà
Siam grandi we are children or destroy them
we are smart or stupid we are fulminerà them.
There are too many holes, Marcondiro'ndera
there are too many holes to fill those?
we can no longer play Marcondiro'ndera
we can no longer play Marcondiro'ndà.
And you go to enjoy a little 'further
go and have fun where there will be war.
War is everywhere, Marcondiro'ndera
the land is all in mourning, who will comfort you?
We think men, beasts, flowers
the woods and the seasons, with many colors.
of people, animals and flowers, no, there is more
us we were living and nothing more.
The earth is all ours, Marcondiro'ndera
we'll make a great tournament, Marcondiro'ndà.
We have all the land Marcondiro'ndera
will play to make war, Marcondiro'ndà ...
(Fabrizio De Andrè - Girotondo)
Friday, February 13, 2009
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For once
Ogni giorno cerco di capire perchè le persone odiano
Cerco di farlo attraverso il dialogo
Ma quando la violenza genera violenza
Quando mi scontro faccia a faccia con l'intolleranza
Quando cerco invano una ragione che non c'è
Per una volta vorrei essere diverso da ME!!!!!
PER UNA VOLTA!! PER QUESTA VOLTA!!
Per una volta niente dialogo nè compromesso
come un cieco integralista senza via di mezzo
Come un animale seguirò l'istinto
fiuterò il pericolo un chilometro distante
Per una volta parleranno le mie mani,
NAZI DI MERDA sentirete le ragioni che ho da dire
e non vi farà piacere ascoltare
ciò che non dirò parole!!
Per una volta metterò da parte
tutto quello in cui credo e chi
mi dice che non devo si fotta
ripeto il concetto: questo non è un gioco
ma un eterno conflitto
Per una volta che può essere adesso
seguirò il livello quello più basso
userò le stesse armi di chi mi sta davanti
di chi cerca di fottermi per giorni, mesi, anni
MA OGGI...NO!!!!
OGGI NON AVRO' PIETA'!!!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
(Muppez - for once) 
Cerco di farlo attraverso il dialogo
Ma quando la violenza genera violenza
Quando mi scontro faccia a faccia con l'intolleranza
Quando cerco invano una ragione che non c'è
Per una volta vorrei essere diverso da ME!!!!!
PER UNA VOLTA!! PER QUESTA VOLTA!!
come un cieco integralista senza via di mezzo
Come un animale seguirò l'istinto
fiuterò il pericolo un chilometro distante
Per una volta parleranno le mie mani,
NAZI DI MERDA sentirete le ragioni che ho da dire
e non vi farà piacere ascoltare
ciò che non dirò parole!!
Per una volta metterò da parte
tutto quello in cui credo e chi
mi dice che non devo si fotta
ripeto il concetto: questo non è un gioco
ma un eterno conflitto
Per una volta che può essere adesso
seguirò il livello quello più basso
userò le stesse armi di chi mi sta davanti
di chi cerca di fottermi per giorni, mesi, anni
MA OGGI...NO!!!!
OGGI NON AVRO' PIETA'!!!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
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Today I intrippato with the fact that I have to write something here. But I know that being engaged in twelve hundred fronts and having no time even to go pee, this is almost impossible. Here, therefore, that I promised to update, however, more often, but not so much for putting my ideas, but to let the world know the emotions that move my days. They can be lyrics, pictures, poems or whatever . Perhaps a personal outbursts, analysis of situations, even real mental delusions, should be seen as the title. I have a little betrayed "my people" not writing more here.
I will try to recover from today. It will not be constantly updated, this is almost obvious, but I handled it, if only ...
I promised myself to try to pry more into the possibilities of the blog, maybe you'll find some changes in the sidebar, somewhere, something new ... boh ... maybe, who knows .... 
Today I intrippato with the fact that I have to write something here. But I know that being engaged in twelve hundred fronts and having no time even to go pee, this is almost impossible. Here, therefore, that I promised to update, however, more often, but not so much for putting my ideas, but to let the world know the emotions that move my days. They can be lyrics, pictures, poems or whatever . Perhaps a personal outbursts, analysis of situations, even real mental delusions, should be seen as the title. I have a little betrayed "my people" not writing more here.
I will try to recover from today. It will not be constantly updated, this is almost obvious, but I handled it, if only ...
I promised myself to try to pry more into the possibilities of the blog, maybe you'll find some changes in the sidebar, somewhere, something new ... boh ... maybe, who knows ....
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