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April 03
 THE MUSICAL BOX
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
The clock, tick tock,
On the mantelpiece,
And I want,
And I feel,
And I know,
And I touch,
The wall.
She's a lady, she's got time.
Brush back your hair, and let me
get to know your face.
She's a lady, she's mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me
get to know your flesh.
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time that passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now,
now, now, now, now, now, now, now,
now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now...
THE MUSICAL BOX
While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling Cynthia raised her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head. Two weeks later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured musical box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole" began to play a small spirit-figure appeared. Henry had returned - But not for long, for as he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly, leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires surged through him. Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfil his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery to investigate the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both.
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April 02
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11: The Spirit Carries On
Nicholas:
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 allright
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 allright
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries on
Victoria:
"Move on, be brave
Don't weep at my grave
Because I am no longer here
But please never let
Your memory of me disappear"
Nicholas:
Safe in the light that surrounds me
Free of the fear and the pain
My questioning mind
Has helped 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 allright
Because I believe
That after we're gone
The spirit carries onAggiungi al profilo personale | Altri video March 09
 Spaghetti alla rucola
Un piatto estremamente semplice da preparare ma gustosissimo
chi ha problemi con l’aglio, desista
tagliuzzare uno spicchio d’aglio e farlo soffriggere leggermente in poco olio
aggiungere la rucola e farla rosolare per qualche istante
aggiungere pomodorini freschi spezzettati, sale e peperoncino
cuocere a fuoco lento fino allo scioglimento del pomodoro.
cuocere gli spaghetti al dente, aggiungere la salsa e cospargere il tutto con pecorino romano
e, buon appetito!
Carlo
La pasta è, notoriamente, una delle icone mondiali dell’Italia. Ma la pasta, oltre che ad essere un sinonimo di italianità, è calore, gusto, fantasia. E’ cultura. Negli infiniti disegni delle sue forme, nei mille modi di cucinarla, nel suo essere nutriente, delicata e forte, assieme raffinata e semplice, piena dell’energia del grano e dell’acqua, la pasta richiama in qualche modo il carattere speciale del nostro Paese.
Walter Veltroni March 04
A febbraio del 1999, con mio fratello sono stato in vacanza a Nosy Be, isola situata a nord ovest della Grand Ille del Madagascar. Quest'isola, assieme alle piccole altre facenti parte dell'arcipelago, poco più a sud del tropico del capricorno, è considerata dai malgashi la punta di diamante del turismo nel Madagascar. Indubbiamente bei posti, spiagge deserte, mare cristallino, barriere coralline pullulanti di pesci variopinti, ristoranti super economici, persone sorridenti e disponibili con tutti....però, nel corso di quei dieci giorni, non ho potuto fare a meno di notare la miseria in cui versa la popolazione. Molti isolani vivono ancora in minuscole capanne costruite utilizzando scarti di legno e lamiera, con tetti costituiti da rami intrecciati di palma . Beh, qualcuno direbbe, "la gran parte delle popolazioni africane vive nelle medesime condizioni". Si, è vero, ma la dignità manifesta che ho riscontrato negli sguardi delle persone, quella fierezza di appartenere a quella terra, impressa sui loro visi, nonostante tutta la miseria che le sovrasta.... eh si... mi ha toccato davvero in profondità, mi si è stampata nel profondo dell'anima....ed è per questo, per le sensazioni nostalgiche che sento ancora vive in me che considero ancora oggi quel viaggio "indimenticabile" ..diverso dagl'altri.
carlo
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