Thursday, August 27, 2009

Good Dance Songs For Talent Shows

Alba

The soul is that which provides the remaining piece of soul left, tells her that the will, but, after all, is happy because from now on we will live in a better place.

A large piece of our soul we left it in Scotland. Free to wander between the close of which run parallel to Edinburgh Royal Mile and happy to fall in the thousands of holes at St. Andrews in the certainty that someone will collect on the North Sea to bring it to breathe air that smells of nature and learning, sacred and profane (as if the two were inseparable). That piece of our soul is still there, lucky man, to clear glasses and glasses of Mac Callan that gets you back to life, to look at the Hamish seems to be indifferent to everything but her constant rumen, enjoying the street artists victims of a collective madness that finds its way into the beauty of light that cuts through the darkness without trying to enlighten you.
souls remained in Pomigliano, Mariglianella, Brusciano, Tanker, Grottolella, Fourth, would love to go to find the soul who decided to stay there in the immensity without the embarrassment of a boundary of the Highlands. Where the heart is breathing and is not an enormous effort to get out of the chest cavity to scream to the world: I'm alive and it's beautiful. E'bellissimo be here holding hands and the infinite, to know that at some point what you are expands the unthinkable and there is nothing that can hurt you. Why do you belong to that green worm, those rocks were born from the blood and courage, that portion of land that becomes the whole world for you. Hang on to that air, air to Scotland, is the only way to touch the sky. For real.
Where has the soul that listened to the boiling point of the bagpipes, peering amid the Gothic recesses in search of friendly ghosts, who tried to revive the clan of companies who did not know the word fear, which made its way in the meadow Murrayfield in search of triumphs and was happy to be in the best place with the best? Our soul is still there. In a Sunrise that will shine forever. Until you believe in us. Until you believe in freedom.

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