I am very late ... but ... it's almost one o'clock at night! First of all thanks for your warm comments and wishes ... Then I would say to all those who have written me in pvt that slowly respond to all! Here I am ... even if it's very late ... It's 1:00 am! First of all thanks a lot everyone for your warm comments and wishes ... Then I'd like to tell to all who mailed me that in a Few Days I'll answer you!
Finally these days are somewhat gone ahead with the Dimensions ... even if the SAL is now finished ... Finally During These Days I stitched a little ... even my Dimensions The SAL is finished by now ...
... and I am dedicated to the country painting, making this hanger for the new kitchen ... I still have to buy the hangers! Goodnight! MoreOver ... and I dedicated myself to painting country, and I painted this one for my new kitchen, But I have to complete it with 4 hooks! Goodnight!
Buongiorno a tutti i radiolettori... con una settimana di ritardo dall'anniversario della morte di Battisti anche Radio La Mia Stanza lo ricorda con questa bellissima dedica di Darjo :
il 9 settembre di dieci anni fa ci lasciava Lucio Battisti, vorrei dedicargli "THE SPIRIT CARRIES ON" dei Dream Theater ed inoltre riascoltare un suo pezzo "Nel sole, nel vento, nel sorriso e nel pianto".
6 settembre 2008 9.15
Buon Ascolto!!!
The Spirit Carries On Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where do we go when we die? What lies beyond And what lay before? Is anything certain in life?
They say "Life is too short" "The here and the now" And "You're only given one shot" But could there be more Have I lived before Or could this be all that we've got?
If I die tomorrow I'd be alright Because I believe That after we're gone The spirit carries on
I used to be frightened of dying I used to think death was the end But that was before I'm not scared anymore I know that my soul will transcend
I may never find all the answers I may never understand why I may never prove What I know to be true But I know that I still have to try
If I die tomorrow I'd be alright Because I believe That after we're gone The spirit carries on
"Move on, be brave Don't weep at my grave Because I'm no longer here But please never let Your memories of me disappear"
Safe in the light that surrounds me Free of the fear and the pain My questioning mind Has help me to find The meaning in my life again Victoria's real I finally feel At peace with the girl in my dreams And now that I'm here It's perfectly clear I found out what all of this means
If I die tomorrow I'd be alright Because I believe That after we¡re gone The spirit carries on
forward ... and to remember here is that Lucio Battisti Darja asked us:
In The Sun In The Wind in the smile and the tears
My father told my boy if you want to go bye
my mother said my baby
will guide you 'oh god
loneliness
you pay in tears and I paid too but if I lived then
if I'm a man now I owe her the
and woman 'with me ' cause she and 'close to me in the sun and wind
in the smile and tears in her and
oh oh' next to me with all his heart with all His love in every moment
anytime oh oh oh I
I owe it all to you I should
her because she is near me
in the sun and the wind in smile and weep oh oh her and 'next to me with all his heart
with all his love in every moment
anytime oh oh oh
"Lucio Battisti"
... Unfortunately I found on Youtube video of the song so I can not hear it, I apologize for the inconvenience. I give you an appointment at the next request ... Hello!
Ciaooooo!! Have not disappeared ... I've had plenty to do ... above all the work and time and the desire to devote myself to my blog at this time was almost nothing ..., O ( Yeah ... go back to 21 almost every night and wake up in the morning the sixth was not just a walk ... also listen, listen ... 27 December of this year and I get married ... Salvatore decision quickly, but very confident in pursuing it! So you can imagine everything to be done ...
I read your posts .. and every time I promised to respond personally to each of them, but then time passed and it seemed inappropriate to respond so late ... so I take this opportunity to thank you all for making me feel your presence!
A special thought goes to tonight my friend Laura, who is going through a difficult period and I want to express my closeness ...
My return could not be marked da un piccolo WIP, uno nuovo...Garden Gifts di Joan Elliott...ma non vi illudete...in questo periodo sono tutt'altro che costante e quindi mi vedrete saltellare tra un soggetto e l'altro...eccolo...un abbraccio a tutte!!!!
Here I am qua di nuovo a parlare di te, Piccolo mio, lunedì sono stata dal dottore per sapere come stai e non sai che emozione vederti già muovere le gambe e le braccine, così piccolo, misuri solo 47 mm e già sei così vivace. Erano con me il tuo papà, che non si perde niente, sempre presente e emozionato, e le tue due nonne, nonna Silvana e nonna Pina, che come ti hanno visto non hanno saputo trattenere un esulto, mi sono tutti vicino e non vedono l'ora di poterti coccolare. Già ti vogliono bene e io... bé io ti amo, ormai la mia vita ti appartiene, è tua fino alla fine. Questa è la tua seconda "foto" ormai l'hanno già vista in molti ora da qui ti potrà vedere tutto il mondo... che carino che sei, sei il mio BAMBINO!!!
Salve a tutti, mi scuso ancora per i miei ritardi ma oggi mi faccio perdonare con una bellissima richiesta di Anto :
CIAO EMI RITORNO A FARE UNA RICHIESTA E LA DEDICO A TUTTI QUELLI CUI PIACE LA BUONA MUSICA ED IN PARTICOLARE A QUELLA "TORTA DOLCISSIMA" CHE MI STA ACCANTO.LA CANZONE E' CREEP DEI RADIOHEAD. CIAO E GRAZIE IN ANTICIPO.AH! NATURALMENTE LA DEDICO ANCHE AL TUO FAGIOLINO CHE CON 1 MAMMA COME TE E 1 PADRE COME LUPO NON POTRA' CHE AMARE SOLO LA BUONA MUSICA.
4 settembre 2008 14.05
non posso che ringraziarti per la dedica e sono davvero felice per te e la tua "Torta dolcissima" ...che piacere riascoltare i Radiohead e grazie per aver portato nel La Mia Stanza questo pezzo bellissimo che non conoscevo...
Buon Ascolto!!! Creep
When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world And I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
She's running out again, She's running out She's run run run running out...
Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special...
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here.
Hello everyone, Here's the Radio back on time ( We hope to be firm :-P) with a great demand for Nana :
taken by this nostalgia for De Andrè I ask if you can publish "Ave Maria" taken from "The Good News" of 1970 ... (is my favorite album of De Andrè this !)...
I dedicate it to you expecting mother you're experiencing "the season that seasons do not feel" and all the mothers of the world ^ ^ September 1, 2008 17:00
... and I thank you for this wonderful dedication ...
Good Listening! Ave Maria
And you go, Mary, among other people that collects around your pass, hedge that looks do not hurt in the season to be a mother. You know that among
an hour maybe cry then your hand will hide a smile: joy and pain are uncertain the border in the season that illuminates the face.
Ave Maria, now that you're a woman, ave women like you, Mary, females a day for a new love rich or poor, humble or Messiah.
Female parent one day and then forever seasons in the season that does not hear.
"Fabrizio De Andrè"
"Female parent one day and then forever seasons in the season that does not hear."
With this beautiful frase vi saluto dando il solito appuntamento alla prossima richiesta Ciao!
...e per tutti il dolore degli altri è dolore a metà...
...si accontenta di cause leggere la guerra del cuore...
...che dev'esserci un modo di vivere senza dolore una corsa degli occhi negli occhi a scoprire che invece è soltanto un riposo del vento un odiare a metà...
