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a proposito di un quadro visto ieri...

"...bello, bellissimo... commovente!..."

si si, fa cagare con le lacrime agli occhi...

Lullaby of birdland - Looney

Negli ultimi 3 mesi e mezzo mi sono dilettata nel tempo libero a sceneggiare e fare l'animazione in flash di questo celebre brano reinterpretato in chiave swing dai Looney.

Buona visione :)

La mia prima copertina

Premetto che il letterering non è colpa mia.

http://www.anobii.com/books/01c19c7c0f1ccaeeee

modern fields (c) 11-11-11 aexentia

Oh my love I come back to you every night and day I come back from the fields. These and modern fields Made of towers and computers with touch screen. See the people around fooling in a walk speaking alone 'cause there's no work And today the bad boss has gone and the fields are filled with shadowed memories of a old new italy, but there's no poetry at the end of twenty eleven street. But i keep a light of you. Our tomorrow is more black than black But I always keep the light of you When I come back to my fields without you.

tears dry on their own

All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I've got accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And there's no way, in this blue shape,
My tears dry on their own,

I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,

I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze only that lovers see

I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in no way,
In my deep shape
My tears dry

Amy Jade Winehouse (Londra, 14 settembre 1983 – Londra, 23 luglio 2011)