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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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of reincarnation, and of the Wheel of
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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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A volte sarebbe interessante guardare tutto dall'alto... Osservare tutti che come formichine corrono da una parte all'altra della loro vita... Fissarli e spiarli...
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IcAruS - EnTEr The HaGGis <--- click & listen
My hand stopped her cold from its place in the air
But it lingered a while in her hair
To whisper remember me
And I'll still walk away while behind me she'll say
You can only go so far before
You start coming back to me
And pretty soon I've got my hands in the hive
And Delilah is shaving her head
To prepare for millenial things
The day is coming
When Bacchus will follow us, don't be afraid
His women have joined the parade
To dance for perennial kings
Who the clones of our collective unconscious
Thoughts will bring
You say that you spoke to the priest
I pray you didn't mention me
I can't be forgiven until I've acknowledged my sin
You say Rome wasn't built in a day
But it crumbled for centuries
And I can't put my trust in the ways of the just
For it's justice that's thrust us into this mess we're in
I'm holding my head, it all happened so fast
I'm holding my tongue, cause I know it won't last
I'm holding my wrists, I'm denying my past
And I'm holding my breath, you can turn on the gas
Cause I'm holding my breath, yes I'm holding it but all these
Omnicidal urges are stronger than I
I'd almost think someone was having some fun with me
Yanking my strings 'till I curl up and die
You think I am weak 'till your strength starts to go
And you reach for my hand as I take to the sky
My father I've waited and awful long time for this
Rot in your labyrinth
I have learned to fly
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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.
I GATTI SANNO SEMPRE FARSI CAPIRE!!!
Fortunatamente
il mio non arriva a tanto...
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