Un giro in giro

una sera...te la cantai...

QUESTA ERA CULTURA RAGAZZI NON MARIA DE FILIPPI!

DIZZY GILLESPIE



E IL GRANDE HARRY BELAFONTE

ALLA MIA ANIMA JAZZ

Post N° 78

SCUSATE IL SILENZIO MA SONO UNA WOMAN AT WORK ORMAI 24 ORE SU 24...E ASPETTO CON ANSIA LE VACANZE.... CHE POSSO DIRVI, SCUSATEMI IL SILENZIO, MA LA VITA A VOLTE E' COSI' DURA...BISOGNA GIOCARCI DURO...

NON CREDO PIU' A CHI FA TANTI SERMONI SUL COME, IL DOVE, IL PERCHE'....

CHISSA' CHE QUESTO 2009 PORTI A ME IN MODO PARTICOLARE AMORE E GIOIE, BASTA DARE E NON RICEVERE SE NON CALCI IN FACCIA!!!

P.S NON FATEVI SBACCIUCCHIARE A NATALE DA CHIUNQUE...I GIUDA CI SONO ECCOME!

WINDMILL OF YOUR MIND

Accetto qualsiasi cosa. Lascio liberare la mia mente.
Tutto da ricominciare daccapo, come in canone la mia vita.
Mi allontani, mi prendi, mi vuoi, devo seguire le tue oscillazioni...
Se solo tu capissi che la pace la si raggiunge arrendendosi all'amore!
Prendi la tua strada, io prendo la mia... e seguo i mulini della mia mente

Windmills of Your mind

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind