Guardatelo!
sabato 7 novembre 2009
Il raffreddore
Tempo di influenza e raffreddore. Un video simpaticissimo su un piccolo ragno infreddolito..chi avrà la meglio? Il ragno, la mosca o il raffreddore?!
lunedì 2 novembre 2009
mercoledì 14 ottobre 2009
martedì 13 ottobre 2009
Good Vibrations for me!!
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
(Oom bop bop good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Close my eyes
She's somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
(Oom bop bop good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
(Ahhhhhhh)
(Ah my my what elation)
I don't know where but she sends me there
(Ah my my what a sensation)
(Ah my my what elations)
(Ah my my what)
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin'
Ahhhhhhhh
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
(I'm pickin' up good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop)
(Excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's na na . . .
Na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na
Do do do do do
Do do do
Do do do do do
Do do do
venerdì 12 giugno 2009
THE TRAWLERMAN'S SONG - Mark Knopfler
Ho provato a cercare qualche video degno..tra le tante cagate trovate su youtube (ma certa gente non si vergogna??!!).
Questo è ovviamente il migliore!!
Naturalmente Mark mi apre il cuore, come sempre. Godetevelo!
we’re taking on water
diesel and stores
laying up awhile
before i’m back on board
they’re patching her up
to go fishing again
they’re welding her rudder
scrubbing her keel
scars on her belly
need time to heal
in the dock
with the trawlermen
i know all the people
there’s nobody new
soon we’ll be leaving
with the same old crew
on the green water
the tumbling sea
they ain’t running
like the good old days
time’s just slipping
down the old slipways
in the dock
so dear to me
dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock
i could use a layoff
getting my strength back
but there’s a loan to pay off
and a few skipjack
so it’s a turnaround
back in the southerly wind
pirates coming in
to steal our gold
you can count yourself lucky
with a profit in the hold
in the dock
when we come in
dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock
venerdì 5 giugno 2009
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - How do I love thee?
Ripercorro quelle scale, un passo alla volta, ansiosa, emozionata, viva..i ricordi si mescolano alla fantasia, mi rapiscono, il percorso è buio, i gradini sono malmessi, ma non perdo la speranza..quadretti e disegni dappertutto, acquerello, matita, china, carboncino, pagine ingiallite, quasi avvilite..sole, misteriose, mute..sognanti e parlanti..
e mi fermo sul viso di Elizabeth, la scruto, la guardo e la ricordo, che tanto da bambina amavo e ammiravo, da cui tanto ho imparato della poesia romantica inglese..
ascoltate queste parole per tornare indietro nel tempo e lasciare la vera letteratura viva e incisa nel vostro cuore..
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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