Wednesday, March 9, 2011

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UMBERTO TOZZI - You are me




You are the voice that sings to me
You are to me the hand you plant an oak
girl you are the morning

You are the best part of me
You know me, shame and fear
Stay for me to breathe for me

It bleeds to death on the evening And I'm learning to wait


You are to me ... You are

me the best photo of me
You are my sweetest puffin
The coffee you are to me

You are to me ... And

I lost a year yesterday and still a waltz
thoughts are.

You are cold to me in bed in the dark
You are my cigarette
The dog at the moon another morning

me ... You are




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SAKINEH MUST NOT DIE


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