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This opera by http://www.kida.netsons.org is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribuzione-Non commerciale-Condividi allo stesso modo 2.5 Italia License.
Photos
The world is outside
She said, we could do anything, we can do anything,
Open your eyes; the world is outside your door
The Ghosts
Sentimento
Diceva Ulisse chi m’o ffafà
la strana idea che c’ho di libertà
Avion Travel
A red hot summer in white.
Can you see my vision
Of a red hot summer in white?
When love was the feeling
With no indecision
We were turning that key inside
To get in the moment
Seal
Schumi is back!
Scusate, ma mi viene da piangere.
Fly one time.
I see you so clearly, so clearly,
I’m so high
I see you up so clearly, so clearly
I’m up so high, so high
Now you’re caught
Now you’re caught in between
what you can’t leave behind
and what you may, what we may never find
B. Harper
Most of the time.
Most of the time, i’m clear focused all around
Most of the time, i can keep both feet on the ground.
I can follow the path, i can read the sign
Stay left with it when the road upwinds.
I can handle whatever i stumble upon
I don’t even notice she’s gone
Most of the time.
B. Dylan