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is strange how many times you can cry differently in a few hours .. how many emotions to which it is worth crying ..
happened yesterday, shortly after the end of the call, while I was under the water and tears mingled with it, conscious that he once did something that did not want to hurt you, things that I did not think that because I do not know Italian, and once again make you sick, you come to have doubts about me ..

then an actor sang Hello Beautiful, and the people with his fist up sing out loud, even a tone-deaf like me, the emotion and takes me back the tears wet my face and

modena matching Berlinguer's funeral, and I was not there at the time, but it was like to be there, "the entire nation holds its breath," and once again I cry tears, a lump in my throat

a lump in your throat, like a rainy day, while crying for us, because I love you like I could never even conceive of love and I do not think what I said, I am guilty, it is true, because I detonation, and still I hurt your heart, and I feel helpless, because I can not tell you how bad it makes me hurt you and hurt you in a way so stupid even more ..
sorry ..
your landslide

Farewell, farewell, and a glass raised to the Irish sky and puffy clouds.
A lump in the throat and a last look at the Liffey and the old streets of the port.
A sip of beer on the green heath, and another for the little kids covered in mud,
and even the gnomes in a toast to you, the goblins that run on your streets.

You have the hips of an old lady and the ways a bit 'rough time of seafarers,
drag you through mud, sweat and laughter and the smell of alcohol on summer nights.
An old patient partner follows you, the sea lies down faithful to your feet, you
cradle light on winter evenings, brings you the voices of the fans yesterday.

E 'in a rainy day I've known,
the west wind laughed
kind and in a rainy day I learned to love
you take me by the hand take me away.

You have cold eyes and a heart of earth, have the heavy tread of an old drunkard,
you close to dream on winter nights and you cover yourself in red and bloom in summer.
Your exiles speak foreign languages, just go to sleep dreaming about your heavens,
find themselves lost in distant lands to sing a land of refugees and saints.

E 'in a day rain that I met you,
the gentle west wind laughed
and a rainy day I learned to love
you take me by the hand take me away.

And in a rainy day I see you again
and I can console your eyes wet.
In a rainy day we get closer,
light dance on the air of a Reel.

and if you ask me what is the best thing about the evening? You who ask me to make peace, even though I was I having to ask you ..
I love