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now recognized throughout the atmosphere cozy and clean.

Silence where the sounds sounded distant and muffled,

summer sunlight filtering through the windows of the building blackout lit throughout the huge waiting room.

businessmen, students at the start, Brazilian mothers with their children stuck their necks waiting for their flights.

All with their serenity, their faces stretched out belongs to whoever is going to go on vacation.

She had just arrived and ready to start .

Finally.

was free and alone.

Her skin still freezes in the air conditioning back of the plane began to warm when a thrill went through the whole body.

The thrill of finally being out of a tunnel incredibly long.

came out and handed her happiness even the idea of \u200b\u200breaching the city center on foot just to enjoy every single thing that the new land.

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And a germ that wants to be a species
And there is a species that wants to evolve and dominate
And a kingdom that's looking for a king

There is a king that wants to be a star
And a star that wants to be a spaceship

There is a spaceship that wants to settle the sea
And the sea that wants to tag the sky

There is the sky... there is the sky that wants to sing a song
And a song That wants to be a book

There Is a Book That wants to be loved
And love that wants to be a dream

And there is a dream ... That wants to be the source

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Oh allright I 'm moving back

Yet it was in May.

It read them on the calendar, today May 11.

Eight years on May 11, Claudia wore sandals with socks and early summer clothes.

Now it was cold and his window cast an autumnal landscape on the border with winter.

looked out and saw a gray sky and ready to rain, more sad for her.

When he would come back the sun and heat, perhaps even the smiles on her face would return to be unceremoniously.

He slipped on a jacket and left the house taking only the bunch of keys el ' ipod hands.

Come up the hill in front of his house.

Sali and indecisive in the wet grass to grow now that winter has expired under trees and in flower buds frozen.

arrived at the beginning of the vineyard, there on top of everything where the promontory reached its maximum point and then thrown back into the valley from all sides.

From there he could see everything, all the neighboring countries and those more far that clung steep hills next to the backs.

Everything was so pure and clear.

Everything was so sad that nature seemed to be drawn with a pencil on a piece of yellowed paper.

He felt a reality old or simply old and faded now.

He was in a world trapped under a bell dull and gray.

you, he wanted the sun,

her, who sought the life

she dreamed that the ' emotion,

noticed this.

He noticed that the daily reality wrapped like a spider web, the prey of a spider, time, which would have expected her to die slowly before to enjoy them.

He lit a cigarette, sitting on a rock, looked at that place.

Alela Diane with her melodious voice seemed to imitate the singing of the birds that were in the field.

With his songs he woke up at least something in the ears of Alma who began singing and dancing in the grass to run down the valley without breathing I think just running and listening to those notes,

just running and slipping down the hill in the throes of euphoria known to those places,

prey to a desire to leave everything what per seguire quella voce che, cosi allettante, aveva ormai stregato le sue orecchie...

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Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away,
To keep me away from home

Papa gets the rifle from its place above the French doors
They're coming from the woods
Oh they're coming from the woods

And mama you're running too
Oh my mama you’re running too
Mama you're running too
Oh my mama you’re running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn
And I've been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hands
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet

And Papa gets the rifle from its place above the French doors
They're coming from the woods
Oh they're coming from the woods

And mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn
I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore
No, no I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
And there were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes marching though

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I'm counting it to the sky
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sometimes happens to return exhausted and completely exhausted from school.
happens to a child of primary school as a small 19 year old student who is on the penultimate year of high school classic.
happens that you get home you sleep making us win all the rest fall into a restored rest.
But when sleep is heavy risk of dreaming occurs and we can not help but fall victims of our subconscious.
so happens that a certain Friday May 7 your student falls victim to a terrifying nightmare and Tutt 'now disturbing.
reproduce below a sketch thrown down first hand that the unfortunate wrote immediately after waking up with a start and with tears in his eyes.

" I bleed the language. I do not have the cut, I know there are some small wounds all over the surface, and then I bleed. Tampa nicks with cotton that change often, three times around the During the dream. This seems to cotton to buy it in the village square where I live Tutt 'now, Strada in Chianti. I buy in a shop managed by an elderly woman and child.
It 's the son who gave me every time I need the new cotton and taking back the dirt. I hear him tell his mother "Apparently six willing to give it to those East ..." referring to those pieces of cotton conflict as if they could gain some profit.
The fourth time I go I use for cotton alone in back room where a bed a wardrobe and a desk full of objects and other things scattered in bulk.
Then the woman is sitting on the couch and mending what is perhaps a slip.
I know where the cotton: I approach open the cupboard and began to open a series of drawers but I never find the package, I find, however, a small quantity of spools of thread around one of these drawers, as the ones I always found in the drawer of my grandmother. So I say to the haberdasher that those colored wires keeps them also my grandmother and indeed, to see me have made it back to mind. Suddenly the old woman
replace it with my grandmother. Continues to sit on the bed is dressed in a light dress, summer, but black and continues to sew the same thing that before sewing the other old. I approach her and begin to tell you that days ago, I thought and I were reminded of the times that I am at home preparing his fabulous balls and then when I was little, I had three years, I played with her, pretending to cook with " Cochin. She listens but what I'm saying the crowd.
Continue sewing and slowly, almost imperceptibly , shakes his head as if he wanted to hear what I say, if com those words only brings pain. Then I stop, a little disappointed.
Without understanding how or why my grandmother on the bed disappears and instead I'm here.
I see.
But that's me sitting on the bed in three years, in white singlet and shorts short hair cut boy, the skin of red and white like that are lost in wonder such fantasies. I start talking with this girl and tell her: "You know how we played as small ? What we did when you played?"
And I awake with a start, jumped out of bed, screaming.

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