IL DUOMO Amo la natura sempreper la sua bellezza senza finale.Amo i museu dei corpi bellie il duomo di Firenze grandioso,e cerco di trobare – ho bisogno –imitare quell’arte cosí bello,che i miei occhi non possono guardare– fa male a lla vista, sola, ammalata –Faccio un viaggio per gli Alpialti, dove mi sento piccolissimoe mi
KRIEG Allein, ohne Rosen im Garten.niemand spricht. Taube Wörter.Hab’ kein Luft zu atmen.Die Welt ist nicht mehr meiner.Leer von Gefühle ist die Erde,als viele Seele weinen,in einem kalten Wintermorgendie Regen werden stärker.Wahrlich, keiner keent die Lösungen– Dunkelheit wo immer Politiker wollen –Das Problem is keine Stimmeherzliche Lieder singen.Allein und seltsam an den Fluss spazieredenke zu
NIGHT UPON TOWN When the night falls upon town,Light flies unstoppable, and standsAbove, in hill?s eyes.Peace reigns in the parkAnd birds sing in dreamsWith tender words and kissed. Quiet is a cloudless night.The stars do move and shine,While everyone sleeps tenderly,Apart from me, the strangest one. I?m awake and seeThe yellowy moon watching life go
Barcelona’s right-back philosopher out to make world a better place Sid LoweWednesday February 21, 2007The Guardian A crowd gathers in the sunshine at the Camp Nou ,hoping for a glimpse of their heroes – a fleet ofluxury cars pulling away to cheering and applause. A BMW here, a Mercedes there, a Hummer, a Ferrari, aPorsche