Falsete and Fach
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octaves play a crucial
structural and
stylistic role
lowest notes fall below
the 20 Hz threshold
of human hearing and
can only be
measured with instruments
12 semitones
Sound frequencies range
from about 20 Hz to
20,000 Hz, which covers
roughly 10 distinct
octaves of audible sound
There are 7 full octaves
plus 3 extra low keys
, totaling 88 keys that
span about 7.25 octaves
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Mastretta De Sa' Sopranista
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-E per quanto riguarda le possibilità
passando a un approccio
basato sui problemi?
traditions start somewhere
doing things for a reason is
often the right thing
to do
looking toward
our goales
budgeting our endeavor
profiting
and profit sharing
to create healthy
long lasting
relationships
that are meaningful
and complimentary
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I don´t want to see september come,
Wake me up when it is done,
on the 11th I failed again to silence the voice in my head...
now I wonder what if I actually were dead
I don´t want to see the 9th month again,
I wonder what my bed looks like since then...
how are the other sparrows in the cage,
And are the walls still beige?
I am done saying I am okay,
Because it will be a year since that day,
no I don´t want to wake when it´s september
I rather burn in flame and ember
I WANT
I want to lose my breath when first we meet.
I want to behold my heart skip a beat.
I want to fall like I've not fallen yet.
I want to love once without a regret.
I want to laugh a laugh only we laugh.
I want to change my mind on your behalf.
I want to trust you without any doubt.
I want to adore you inside and out.
I want to feel when you've entered the room.
I want to sense the scent of your perfume.
I want to see that smile that's mine alone.
I want to chisel our love into stone.
I want to be your past, present, and hense.
I want to know you in the biblical sense.
I want to listen when your soul speaks to mine.
I want to dance with you, step out of time.
I want to feast upon this list and then,
I want to do them all over again.
What did you do?
Acting cool
Making VIP alpha list
Curling a fist?
Scan word floor
You may find four
Sounding good
As writings should
So, summon 'a,i,o,u'
Hush, 'I am not through'
Using this writing tool
Pointing out fools
Swimming in soup pool
Starting buzz
With its warming fuzz
Hail king
Only thing
That will sing
Following 'A', in command
Major B, who has a plan
To find a way out of this jam
My young child, I bid you good night
Now go to your room and light
Your fantasy story sight
Taking you far
Lapping any shooting star
I want The Rock
Turn a phrase you say
But all I got to say to you is time and time again I say No!
No, no ,no
Tell me not pray
Well all I got to say to you when you tell me not to pray, I say No!
No, no, no
So if you ask me why I like the Truth, the Life, the Way
There is only one thing I can say to you:
I want The Rock
There’s a reason that
I get from nothing else and there is Someone else in the world that makes it so
So, so, so:
Turn God’s power up
I’ve waited for so long so I could quote my favorite verse, contextual, know
Know, know, know
When I read It I feel the Spirit shooting through me
And there’s nothing more God can do:
I want The Rock
I want to get another cat
Not a rat bat or snake
Some cats are available
But I await for permission
To get one even it weights a ton
While staring at a plate of fish
And vegetables
Yes, I really want a cat
No dogs or hogs
Even though they can be
Nicer than mice
And please, no steaks-
I just want a cat and crab salad
I want to fly as I dream, dream.
far and far extending the brim.
I dream on my expectation
always aiming my ambition.
I’ll soar high to the extreme.
That’s my goal seems to be supreme.
I garnish dream on devotion
till my dream gets its completion.
What do you want?
A hand to hold of
A warrior bold with
A pot of gold?
Just a world full of compassion and caring.
That's all.
Open those eyes and stare at the ceiling,
As everything in me rains upon you like a feeling,
Let your cheeks feel kissed and your hands feel held,
And that familiar taste on your tongue is actually my smell,
A lot of me descending on the lot of you, purpling your sheets, my red on your blue.
Tugging on those lips, nose in your hair,
Inhalation raggedy, this desire is much to bear,
may your sighs match your eyes as you squint to see,
If this beast that is ravaging you is actually...ME.
It is.
You want me to play the fool
I cant' do that
I am not that kind of person
I play my cards right
I also follow God's rules
Because I am his son
AIso I can't afford
To let my God down
I am always up in the morning
I don't dare to sleep in
Because If I do that I will waste
A day
That is not what God want
Me to do
You want me to ruin my
Health
By smoking a joint
You say it will be good for me
That is wrong
If I smoke a joint I will be killing
Myself
And that is not what I want
I want to live my life to the
Fullest
Every single day
Before God calls me to die
Also I know that life is precious
You say I am wrong
I Can't trust you at all
I don't need somebody like you
In my life
I want you to get lost
If you want to kill your self
Smoking joint go a head
I will not stop you
I am happy that I Have
Good in my life
And he is watching everything I do
You tell me that I must drink
Wine
And be an alcoholic
And also to drink like a
Fish
I made many years ago a
Promise
To myself that I
Will stay sober
I don't want to destroy my
Liver
And have some ulcers
I stay away from the
LCBO
Being there as the clouds drift by
Seeing all the colors in the sky
Makes me want to try to fly
Sakes, if birds can do it, why can't I?
Trying can't be hard at all
Flying's got to be my call
After all, I was a pilot for years
(Laughter)- If only I had Dumbo's ears
My empty glass is mocking me.
It laughs at my proclivity.
It led me here and knocked me down.
Another drink and I will drown.
They told me it would be such fun,
But now that it’s all said and done,
I see all that they did not say
As my heart led my head astray…
My empty wallet seems to cry.
The tab has left me high and dry.
I thought I had a little more
But I’ve so much less than before.
A victim of my overreach.
I’m just an old dog you can’t teach.
I fall back on familiar ways.
So, here I am ‘til end of days..
An empty heart, an aching head…
Just help me make it to my bed.
Please do not leave me where I lay;
My foolish choices on display.
They tell me anyone can change.
The ways of grace are awfully strange.
So, that’s what I’ll do come the dawn.
My promises go on and on…
Pick me up and take me home
I can’t make it on my own
I’m laid out upon the floor
I can’t make it to the door
I need a lift so call a ride
And maybe help me get outside
I am stuck here all alone
And I just want to make it home.
I just want to make it home.
I blocked
her because
I don't
want to see
her here
I sense
her comments
on my poems
are not
sincere
She sends me
negative intent
via
a polished
veneer
She comes to
my page
to
gawk and
leer
They’ve built bridges
wanting to cross them
to conquer the other side
where the grass is greener.
They want what they can’t see
and will go to great lengths
to lay claim to the other side
where the sky is ever bluer.
Men’s dreams entice them
to reach out to distant shores
convinced what lies beyond
is infallibly better.
AP: 2nd place 2026
blood pulses through veins
I want to feel what life is
with each waking day
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