Buongiorno
Vorrei... - ICanto la canzone più bella mai scritta.
Di amore e felicità...
La dolcezza dei suoi baci.
Il suo sorriso bellissimo e rassicurante
Canto la canzone più bella mai scritta
Io canto di Te
Kisuwosuru kara, mewotojite.
Sozo-ryoku o zonbun ni habataka seyou
A, ano taiyo to, jonetsu-tekina soyokaze
Kokochiyoku odayakana hareta hi
Mewotojite. Mata kisue mo i?
Ima, wataachi no jonetsu wa wakai suru
Che bello!
Che bello
che bello
che bello
così felice di esserlo
che bello
che bello
così felice di stare con te
che bello
che bello
sei il mio tut
The democratic West
opts for the collective mind
in thrall to the tenor of the time
But terrorism unchecked
‘s’ always a losing bet
‘Cos you don’t need some ‘great reason’
~ Fighting terror’s always in season
The black cloud
Sounding like a herd of buffalo rampaging through a valley.
In its...
!
.
deep... DARK,
trembling tenor voice...
It spoke-
Thunder!
he stood there
and wished to heard his tenor tone
he yelled loud inthe canyon
and stood there to hear his
sound vibrate through the ages
beyond the realm of believing
and through the values of faith
his words echoed through the canyon
he stood with a smile on hiss face
my tomorrow's are the yesterdays of now
might the stonesshatter
and the walls tremble
that my sound is
defined as bold
stooped in the richnes of boldness!
Resistivitiy Metrics are aassocated with
locating water before the drilling.
where discussions take us
from price to certainty
Costing then finds us as we
are excited to see
in awe we gloat and glare
those whos lesser understanding
just look at stare
which reduces labor
a chore which we support
then to doing
then that whats been needed
done
we applaud happy
as we prepare to drill
reliblity and productive
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The Unbridled view!
the construction of the
depths of Kiffer
Coolwind,Woodwind,brasswing
a sleek design
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Raindrops on the pond
Entertainment for goldfish.
Wavelets everywhere.
Everything changes.
we are born, we live, we die
and nothing changes.
Eggs hidden in grass,
Kildeer flies over the field,
Kii, ki ki, ki ki.
Winter is coming
Bringing its rain, snow, and ice.
Spring is in the air!
Butter 12 slices of potatoes bread
With a garlic butter
Fry bread one side until brown
On the fried side
One slice of swiss cheese
Place one tablespoon of honey mambo and saurkrut
Layer five to seven prices of corned beef
Or four roast beef and four corned beef
Top with swiss and grill until done.
Serve with a beer, ginger ale and lemon, with a spot of whiskey and sugar.
I see with pleasure the tenor in your eyes
It is warm, soft, gentle, giving, and deep.
It teases me, seizes me to reclaim my prize
And thereby love’s passion still to keep.
There are no words we venture to utter
As you and I combine, consign to “we.”
Our hearts pulse fast, there can be no other.
Sweet nipping lips foretell what is to be.
Hungry hands caress, address blessed places
Soon the wanting is answered by alliance.
Our need for each other is one of God’s graces
And the tenor in your eyes radiates compliance.
His pitch is perfect.
The liquidity of his voice stronger
than the gushing water,
pressure forcing itself
through the copper pipes,
vibrating like a ball bearing.
A devotional hymn covering the courtyard with steam,
wall papering the darkness with a flowery melody.
How beautiful the water falls,
pitter-patter on the marble,
it gives rhythm to the showering man's song.
Now occupants of silhouetted trees chime in,
an unrelated orchestration
of effort to worship this morning.
Today slowly unfolds
with an overture of lyrics and dawn.
I finish my cigarette and join in with a song of my own making.
It's going to be a beautiful day.
Oh, lyrical bliss
Take me high
Harmonious tides
water trickle down from above
an orchestral tenor of angels
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Today she was the lady in blue and oh did my heart skip a beat.
When we all sing I hear her voice in the mist of all the others;
And she is the one I saw myself singing in heaven with.
I the man wishes it could have been me she shared this life with;
But this seems beyond the now or any personal gratifications
Perhaps it’s a combination that projects the harmony of our souls.
But I am ecstatic there might be a place for me in the hereafter
I am beyond myself that I was shown this in my darkest of hours
But standing next to her singing our praise as a part of one voice
Far outweighs anything that couldn’t be for me in the here and now.
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