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Il video della notte - dilemma
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La musica di una domenica strana: Anaphorian
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La canzone della notte
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night I call your name
Oh yoko, oh yoko, my love will turn you on
In the middle of the bath
In the middle of the bath I call your name
Oh yoko, oh yoko, my love will turn you on
My love will turn you on
In the middle of a shave
In the middle of a shave I call your name
Oh yoko, oh yoko, my love will turn you on
In the middle of a dream
In the middle of a dream I call your name
Oh yoko, oh yoko, my love will turn you on
My love will turn you on
In the middle of a cloud
In the middle of a cloud I call your name
Oh yoko, oh yoko, my love will turn you on
Oh yoko, oh yoko, oh yoko, oh yoko
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anche da Raqqash notizie e immagini
The ruling junta in Burma has cut internet access to citizens in an attempt to stop footage of pro-democracy protests escaping the country.
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Buon compleanno Olgostin
categorie: olgostin, september 29th
Il video di un giorno freddo
Yoko Ono -1981 Walking On Thin Ice
Walking on thin ice,
I'm paying the price
For throwing the dice in the air.
Why must we learn it the hard way
And play the game of life with your heart?
I gave you my knife,
You gave me my life
Like a gush of wind in my hair.
Why do we forget what's been said
And play the game of life with our hearts?
I may cry some day,
But the tears will dry whichever way.
And when our hearts return to ashes,
It'll be just a story,
It'll be just a story.
Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...
Ooh-ahooh...
"i knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake,
'course it was winter when all this was ice.
That's a hell of a thing to do, you know.
They say the lake is as big as the ocean.
I wonder if she knew about it?"
Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...
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Times Online - 8 minutes ago
The Burmese democracy movement may have died today – or is it regrouping? It was a loose, ragged, frustrating day in Rangoon, a day of baton charges, beatings and many rumours of much worse. I saw soldiers levelling guns, firing volleys of hard rubber pellets, as well as chases and arrests. -
Deutsche Welle - 9 minutes ago
A night-time curfew has been extended in Rangoon after the third day of a crackdown by Burma's military. Earlier, demonstrators in scattered groups had defied baton-charges and in Mandalay thousands of young people rode motorbikes towards a military blockade. -
Burmese soldiers seal five Buddhist monasteries, break up protests in Rangoon
ANI via Yahoo! India News - Sep 28 5:55 AM
Yangon, Sept.28 (ANI): Burmese security forces on Friday sealed five Buddhist monasteries and broke up protests in Rangoon, clearly indicating that the Myanmarese military junta is in no mood to relent inspite of the international condemnation of its actions. Four Buddhist monks were also arrested in a raid on Friday. Official media said that nine people were killed on Thursday as troops fired ... -
Crowds taunt soldiers in Rangoon
Adelaide Now - Sep 28 12:52 AM
CROWDS of people taunted soldiers in the centre of Rangoon today, swearing at them and then running into side alleys of Burma's biggest city when the troops feigned a charge, a witness said. -
Burmese soldiers seal five Buddhist monasteries, break up protests in Rangoon
New Kerala - Sep 28 7:28 AM
Yangon, Sept.28 : Burmese security forces on Friday sealed five Buddhist monasteries and broke up protests in Rangoon, clearly indicating that the Myanmarese military junta is in no mood to relent inspite of the international condemnation of its actions. -
Crowds taunt soldiers in Burma's Rangoon
The West Australian - Sep 28 12:31 AM
Crowds of people have taunted and sworn at soldiers in the centre of Rangoon, a witness says. Men were shouting at the soldiers in English: "F*** you. Go f*** yourself".
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La poesia della notte - Bat
Bat
His awful skin
stretched out by some tradesman
is like my skin, here between my fingers,
a kind of webbing, a kind of frog.
Surely when first born my face was this tiny
and before I was born surely I could fly.
Not well, mind you, only a veil of skin
from my arms to my waist.
I flew at night, too. Not to be seen
for if I were I'd be taken down.
In August perhaps as the trees rose to the stars
I have flown from leaf to leaf in the thick dark.
If you had caught me with your flashlight
you would have seen a pink corpse with wings,
out, out, from her mother's belly, all furry
and hoarse skimming over the houses, the armies.
That's why the dogs of your house sniff me.
They know I'm something to be caught
somewhere in the cemetery hanging upside down
like a misshapen udder.
Anne Sexton
Chi sono
Nome: Batsceba Hardy
leggo, ascolto, scrivo e fotografo; non suono più. quando ho tempo pattino sul ghiaccio, arrampico, cammino, nuoto e vado in bicicletta.
ah dimenticavo: sono idealista, animista, pacifista, comunista... e per la chiesa terrorista
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Heavy Times:"Politicians, no way out
Sexy boy scouts, the internet
Skillful apes, another rape
Sausages of rage
Tennis players
Orange-flavoured eternity
Heavy times.
Shop-a-holics, work-a-holics,
The Titanic, my nickname
People wearing uniforms,
Assault rifles
Popcorn-shaped unicorns
Heavy times.
Broken hearts, windows
Widows, cigarettes,
Global warming,
Global warning
We're getting used to living
In these Heavy Times.
Exotic places, antibiotics
HIV, you & me.
Heavy times..."
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