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è nato un bimbo
24 settembre 2007,22:22
Friends
...cosa puoi volere di più dalla vita quando un amico ti dice: leggi le parole di questa canzone ?
I'll Be There For You
So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your jobs a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,
or even your year
but..
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
You're still in bed at ten
And work began at eight
You've burned your breakfast
So far... things are goin' great
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these
Oh but she didn't tell you when the world has brought
You down to your knees that...
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows
What it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I'll always laugh with
Even at my worst I'm best with you, yeah
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,
or even your year...
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
I'll Be There For You
So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your jobs a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,
or even your year
but..
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
You're still in bed at ten
And work began at eight
You've burned your breakfast
So far... things are goin' great
Your mother warned you there'd be days like these
Oh but she didn't tell you when the world has brought
You down to your knees that...
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows
What it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I'll always laugh with
Even at my worst I'm best with you, yeah
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month,
or even your year...
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
ti voglio bene tesoro
19 settembre 2007,12:37
..a volte ritornano?
chi lo sa..
Questo blog non è mai morto del tutto.. così come anch'io vivacchio abbastanza :)
L'insostenibile leggerezza continua.. i pesi che la renderebbero meno insostenibile non arrivano.. in compenso ne sono giunti altri ben meno desiderati..
Molte cose sono successe in questi mesi.
Così tante da opprimermi e farmi perdere la voglia di scrivere.
O forse chissà..sarei curiosa di capire davvero perchè uno comincia. Ma anche perche smette. Di scrivere.
Il mio angolino però era sempre qui che mi aspettava.
Uno dei (pochissimi) spazi tutti miei. Spero.
E adesso, per ora, per oggi, sono tornata
Questo blog non è mai morto del tutto.. così come anch'io vivacchio abbastanza :)
L'insostenibile leggerezza continua.. i pesi che la renderebbero meno insostenibile non arrivano.. in compenso ne sono giunti altri ben meno desiderati..
Molte cose sono successe in questi mesi.
Così tante da opprimermi e farmi perdere la voglia di scrivere.
O forse chissà..sarei curiosa di capire davvero perchè uno comincia. Ma anche perche smette. Di scrivere.
Il mio angolino però era sempre qui che mi aspettava.
Uno dei (pochissimi) spazi tutti miei. Spero.
E adesso, per ora, per oggi, sono tornata