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Questa croce a lati uguali è anche conosciuta con il nome di croce scozzese. Quattro trifogli creano un cerchio che protegge dal male dalle quattro direzioni cardinali, ciascun quadrante evocando il potere della trinità.
Il cerchio simboleggia continuità e crescita spirituale.
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WHAT CELTIC GODDESS ARE YOU?
Arianrhod is the Celtic goddess of the
full moon (or the 'silver wheel'),
of reincarnation, and of the Wheel of
the Year. You are mysterious and serene,
yet you can be stubborn and even cruel.
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...CLADDAGH... ANELLO D'IRLANDA...
Due mani stringono un cuore sormontato da una corona.
Il cuore simboleggia l'amore eterno, le mani l'amicizia la corona il rispetto e la fedeltà.
STOP WHISPERING - RADIOHEAD
And the wise man say
I don't want to hear your voice
And the thin man say
I don't want to hear your voice
And they're cursing me,
and they won't let me be
And there's nothing to say,
and there's nothing to do
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
And the mother say
we spit on your son some more
And the buildings say
we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is
that there's something wrong
Because I can't find the words
and I can't find the songs
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can't remember what it is
It doesn't matter anyway
It doesn't matter anyway
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AliVE - pEarL JAm <--- click to watch Son, she said, have I got a little story for you What you thought was your daddy was nothin but a... While you were sittin home alone at age thirteen Your real daddy was dyin, sorry you didnt see him, but Im glad we talked... Oh i, oh, Im still alive Hey, i, i, oh, Im still alive Hey i, oh, Im still alive Hey...oh...  Oh, she walks slowly, across a young mans room She said Im ready...for you I cant remember anything to this very day cept the look, the look... Oh, you know where, now I cant see, I just stare... I, Im still alive Hey i, but, Im still alive Hey i, boy, Im still alive Hey i, i, i, Im still alive, yeah Ooh yeah...yeah yeah yeah...oh...oh... Is something wrong, she said Well of course there is Youre still alive, she said Oh, and do I deserve to be Is that the question And if so...if so...who answers...who answers... I, oh, Im still alive Hey i, oh, Im still alive Hey i, but, Im still alive Yeah i, ooh, Im still alive Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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GLOOMYWINTER
GloomyWinter - Birkintree
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Gloomy Winter's noo awa';
soft the westlin breezes blaw.
Among the birks o' Stanley shaw
the mavis sings fu' cheerie O.
Sweet the crawflowers
early bell decks Glenifer's dewy dell.
Blooming like your bonny sel',
my ain my airtless dearie O.
Come my lassie let us stray,
o'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
And blithely spend the gowden day,
midst joys that ne'er wearie O.
Trees may bud and birds may sing.
Flowers may bloom and verger spring.
But joy to me they canna bring,
unless wi' ye my dearie O.
Towering o'er the Newton woods,
Lav'rocks fan the snow white clouds;
Siller soughs wi' downy buds adorn
the banks sae brearie O.
Around the silvan fairy nooks,
feathery breckans fringe the rocks
Beneath the brae the burnie jouks
and ilka thing is cheerie O.
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