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Karin, the queen of Gzira
Karin, the queen of Gzira
Karin, the queen of Gzira
night of indulgence, humid night, but especially by night. Demetrius once again walked the streets of loneliness and emptiness', trying to figure out that funny local lexicon.
The district looked wild and fascinating underworld that he had sent to memory with too many American films, and his heroes, singers of the night, the streets and alleys of Desolation, Jack, Tom and Bruce, who had so often found refuge in the streets of redemption.
He thought of his past, all the things that happened, but then suddenly he was seized with a desire for intimacy '. He crossed his eyes in the eyes of cats to be strange. Nobody knew his real name, but everyone called Karin, the queen of Gzira.
Demetrius, in his usual style clumsy I try 'any excuse to get his attention. He was in a state of panic, delusion of the senses and its prey moods more 'low.
The queen had understood everything at a glance, the squeeze 'in the eye and sense of understanding with a sensuous gesture invited him' to come forward. How many people also speak very good Italian Karin ...
It was not difficult to find common ground between the two, a few moments of communion on a dirty mattress damp, condensation of their body was the soundtrack to the typical Mediterranean night.
Just a little blues to sweet and gentle dreamers. Another day passed, a moment of paradise and then again, life in all its brutal glory it sucked in his visions. Celebrating mass in a supermarket or a praying God for a day of Cretin joy and understanding.
The district looked wild and fascinating underworld that he had sent to memory with too many American films, and his heroes, singers of the night, the streets and alleys of Desolation, Jack, Tom and Bruce, who had so often found refuge in the streets of redemption.
He thought of his past, all the things that happened, but then suddenly he was seized with a desire for intimacy '. He crossed his eyes in the eyes of cats to be strange. Nobody knew his real name, but everyone called Karin, the queen of Gzira.
Demetrius, in his usual style clumsy I try 'any excuse to get his attention. He was in a state of panic, delusion of the senses and its prey moods more 'low.
The queen had understood everything at a glance, the squeeze 'in the eye and sense of understanding with a sensuous gesture invited him' to come forward. How many people also speak very good Italian Karin ...
It was not difficult to find common ground between the two, a few moments of communion on a dirty mattress damp, condensation of their body was the soundtrack to the typical Mediterranean night.
Just a little blues to sweet and gentle dreamers. Another day passed, a moment of paradise and then again, life in all its brutal glory it sucked in his visions. Celebrating mass in a supermarket or a praying God for a day of Cretin joy and understanding.
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No Easy Way Down
No Easy Way Down - Cut Version DG
"Now your sad eyes reveal Just how badly you feel Cases there is no easy way down. The view from the cliffs Must Have Been exciting And up to the peaks You were bound. Now you're stranded alone And the past is unknown And there is no easy way down "
The romantic and edgy voice of Southside Johnny bisects this solid and unsinkable night. Once again I can not find a reason to tell a story that others want to hear, not me though. My voice is dry, like velvet strewn with sand, like so many summer afternoons in a row, under a sun that has no mercy on me. Also here, all'Erotika Hotel. But I tell you now that there are a few things I thought I knew well of a special person, who still knows how to turn the knife in my wound and sprinkle with salt my skin obsolete. Once again I find a reason to get up from this chair and attack my fleeting thoughts. But the night as a cloak covering my wounds and pain that lies well in the tent of stars in November. Once again your smile cuts through an unbearable night, a night that surrounds this unfortunate companion discontent. I still remember Dusty Springfield's voice broke the silence in the attic of Cork, on the song "No Easy Way Down." Yesterday was one of those nights where you just give up the evidence of defeat, but those words made me realize that we must continue to hope and dream that the material is something intangible, like the life of the dreamer.
It 's a tide, the tide is a sad, and not to blame one thing. It is not always my fault, now. Well, all the time you spend trying to take back what you took away, it's just a waste of time: you have to make sure that the wound did not bleed anymore. Answers come in the night to wake the rest of the warrior defeated, but the question has lost its meaning, the question lies buried in the rubble of the time. The forces of good appear to be still insufficient to defeat the evil that invades our lives, but it is not. This is the day of the great battle and I am already victorious, and for the glory! Demetrius
Hush! For tonight I have heard enough. Moreover I believe that I will never understand the male animal, although some I have understood things. Demetrius really did not want to be younger. On second thought were quite a few, in life, the prizes awarded to the youth. Life stingy consolation prizes to Demetrius had left a bitter taste of defeat without honor, there was not an audience whistling and yelling, no live commentary, while he gave his best shot and worse, the regret of a life wasted chasing broken dreams, infidelity and pensions glare of glory. Where the reward, where the pay of Legionnaires? Only a harpoon lost at sea. Lying on a soft bed on the night of November. In stereo
Southside Johnny with a melancholy version "No Easy Way Down." Demetrius would have melted like a stick of butter, in the eyes of Lorraine. She was a sweet and romantic, understanding, had smelled his fresh wounds and had simply ignored any bad feeling, just wanted to feel a little 'heat ...
the magic will return, the aspidistra flourish and the desire to close my eyes and indulge in the lyrical surprise return, the magnificent words of his evocative of a love that can not and do not want to oblivion and an uncertain future because of deluded fantasies, I see the windows explode dell'Erotika Hotel ...
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"Changing the film, the melancholy, change the dreams and fantasies. Cambiano the tough but not brittle, changing the angels, not devils ... "(Massimo Bubola)
"Now your sad eyes reveal Just how badly you feel Cases there is no easy way down. The view from the cliffs Must Have Been exciting And up to the peaks You were bound. Now you're stranded alone And the past is unknown And there is no easy way down "
The romantic and edgy voice of Southside Johnny bisects this solid and unsinkable night. Once again I can not find a reason to tell a story that others want to hear, not me though. My voice is dry, like velvet strewn with sand, like so many summer afternoons in a row, under a sun that has no mercy on me. Also here, all'Erotika Hotel. But I tell you now that there are a few things I thought I knew well of a special person, who still knows how to turn the knife in my wound and sprinkle with salt my skin obsolete. Once again I find a reason to get up from this chair and attack my fleeting thoughts. But the night as a cloak covering my wounds and pain that lies well in the tent of stars in November. Once again your smile cuts through an unbearable night, a night that surrounds this unfortunate companion discontent. I still remember Dusty Springfield's voice broke the silence in the attic of Cork, on the song "No Easy Way Down." Yesterday was one of those nights where you just give up the evidence of defeat, but those words made me realize that we must continue to hope and dream that the material is something intangible, like the life of the dreamer.
It 's a tide, the tide is a sad, and not to blame one thing. It is not always my fault, now. Well, all the time you spend trying to take back what you took away, it's just a waste of time: you have to make sure that the wound did not bleed anymore. Answers come in the night to wake the rest of the warrior defeated, but the question has lost its meaning, the question lies buried in the rubble of the time. The forces of good appear to be still insufficient to defeat the evil that invades our lives, but it is not. This is the day of the great battle and I am already victorious, and for the glory! Demetrius
Hush! For tonight I have heard enough. Moreover I believe that I will never understand the male animal, although some I have understood things. Demetrius really did not want to be younger. On second thought were quite a few, in life, the prizes awarded to the youth. Life stingy consolation prizes to Demetrius had left a bitter taste of defeat without honor, there was not an audience whistling and yelling, no live commentary, while he gave his best shot and worse, the regret of a life wasted chasing broken dreams, infidelity and pensions glare of glory. Where the reward, where the pay of Legionnaires? Only a harpoon lost at sea. Lying on a soft bed on the night of November. In stereo
Southside Johnny with a melancholy version "No Easy Way Down." Demetrius would have melted like a stick of butter, in the eyes of Lorraine. She was a sweet and romantic, understanding, had smelled his fresh wounds and had simply ignored any bad feeling, just wanted to feel a little 'heat ...
the magic will return, the aspidistra flourish and the desire to close my eyes and indulge in the lyrical surprise return, the magnificent words of his evocative of a love that can not and do not want to oblivion and an uncertain future because of deluded fantasies, I see the windows explode dell'Erotika Hotel ...
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"Changing the film, the melancholy, change the dreams and fantasies. Cambiano the tough but not brittle, changing the angels, not devils ... "(Massimo Bubola)
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