Paola Degli Esposti

I would like I would like singing a new song singing a new song. When the rain falls down, gently on the ground, wetting the dried grass, flowing on the course, dropping on the roads. I would like singing a new song, looking from the closed window and feeling like I am apart from the rest, the water and the wind, the sky and the stars, it is all more than I see. It is all above.
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Leaving the stage behind, forgetting the tricky light. Embracing the Universe. I hold my hand. Forever faithful to the duty and the love. Looking for my star up there. Over there the silence may frighten. It is fear of the unknown, it is fear of the wrong way. Embracing the Universe. I hold my hand, leaving the stage, leaving the stage behind. Goodbye.
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Where my fault is I surrender to love. Where my destiny lies the future comes next. Kites, demanding. Kites, demanding. It is up to slewing, maybe not, maybe yes. Eternity. Where my fault is the surrender comes. Chewly world, pretty world, real life is choral.
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Un deux trois, je ouvre la porte. Un deux trois quatorce, le monde le bas. Je ferme une finestre. Je ecoute toi, tres loin, c'est moi. Temps, je prendre le jour, je peins la vie, un peu de eau, un peu de l' heures. Je aime la nuit, je aime la bonne nuit. Je m'habillie et je marche. Plus ou moins. A pres de onze, Je arrive. Je viens, je viens a coute de l'arbre. Je suis enchantee, je cherche un peu de l'eau fraiche, Je trouve un point de rencontre.
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Verstehst du mich? Ich zeichne das Land, es gefallt mir sehr. Andere Glaube. Andere Kuchen, zu machen. Fur dich der Weg ist immer das selbe und ich sage dir das selbe. Verstehst du mich? Das sind unsere Worter. Verstehst du mich? Wir sind nicht allein in diesen Gedanke.
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Minstrel of my heart. Come along with me..with me. On the border of the road, people on its own, they wander in their glances, it is me that's demanding. Oh please, oh please, please the peace. Minstrel of my hands, come along with me, come along with me. No one knows what comes after, no one knows what the reasons are anymore. We are aware, we want to go on. All we know is, life is a value of the future. Minstrel, come along with me and sing a song.
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What comes tomorrow. I am going to serve you, the world is in a restart mode. The mood is invisible. Poetry leads the way for someone. I am going to serve the people. But people disappears. Crisis. Misunderstandings will take the scepter of division. May the change happen, instead. May the light of reason shines again. A lot is going to help that and I with you will be sustainable.Freedom.
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Back to the origin, to the origin, to the origin of love. At the beginning all is quiet, all is dependant from the good will of the others, so may it be so, forever. Forever it will be. So might it be as long as the infinitive word. Back to the origin, to the doubtful sequence of thoughts and may it be the peace for ever as long as the infinitive word.
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Anger go far away, stubborn, find your way, far off from here. We love to stay well, we love to feel well, we pray for the future whose the view is not in the real. We work for the uncertainty, we work for the start that is enough to lead the way, the brilliant way.
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Tu attends le soleil. Tu attends le soleil, qui se leve las bas. Tu attends le soleil. Tu attends le soleil, qui se leve, qui se leve.
Tu t' abandonnes a la certitude de l'amour, tu t'abandonnes au mystere d'une caresse. Et tu chantes, toi aussie. Et tu chantes, toi aussie.
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je aimais, je aimais. Je aimais, Je aimais le jour, le nuit. Le monde de la nuit. Le monde de la joie de vivre. Et a peu de champagne. Et a peu de champagne pour ecouter le tintement du cristal. Pour ecouter le tintement du cristal
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Reciprocate yourself. Reciprocate yourself.Upon the edge of a failure.Upon the table of contents.Reciprocate yourself.Reciprocate yourself.Stay by teh sticks of branches.Winter's scene.Reciprocate yourself and work for the organization for the peace.On this planet Earth. Organize yourself. That is the ordinary say of today.
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Je a regarde la rue. Je suis enchantee, je a achete. Je suis une dame de la jour. Je avec rencontree la tristesse. Et un peu de simpathy, et un peu de soleil. C'est la nouvelle annee.
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Make it easy on yourself.
Make it easy on yourself.
Feed the new hope.
You can. I can.
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my star will shine, my star will be brighter than yours. Because it has known the darkness of nothingsness. The blues of the past. And now it is happening again. I would not have believed it might sound once more. The roar of brutality that stands somewhere and now it is awake, stop it with all your mind, stop it with all your word and dismantle the weapons forever.
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The magical days, the magical sense of beauty. The magical days, they fly away,
in a brick of a wall, in a frame of a picture, in a shot of despair, in a tune or a whisper,
it vanishes, it fades away, that vibe of magic,
inevitably, the beat goes on. The clock strikes hours, and we appear differently to the others.
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Open the doors to heaven, open the doors to the senses, how beautiful the beauty of majolica on smooth wood is.
Are you there in the world? Are you there for someone? Are you there in the sun, in the dark, in the green meadows? Open the doors of the heart, open the doors of feeling, the rest is aside,
the rest is everywhere, but the heart is always, forever with you. Don't joke, come on. Don't cheat with your heart, don't joke with your heart, never.
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Colourful daylights, colourful delights, the image is on the desk, it tells me about happyness, it tells me about glory, it tells me a lot. It is of today, the strenght, it is of today, the idea. It is of today, the surrender to nativity, to captivity in our frustration, in our isolation, in our boredom.
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I blush crimson as I am out of melody. I blush crimson because you want me to fade away. I am in a blur of coincidences of life. I am I am I am. I am in crimson. A wall of tears, a wall of tears. a wall of despair. Prepare the way, oh teach us to stay, oh teach to stay.
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Charmant, mon coeur, et dormant,
ce n'est pas le chaud, ce n'est le froid, c'est simplement la joie de vivre, de sentir, de gagner la bonne humeur, la beauté de tes yeaux et ta main sur mon visage.
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