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Lyrics: Little Creature-

I will get you to leave work, missing
Madrid caresses and kisses.
will give them now.

"How did it go?" I've missed?
You know,? showed up in my dreams last night, wore less clothing
.

"Today I found in Second Hand
a modest apartment, central, cheap,
in paradise just a few minutes, if we
Metro, the rest of the world ".

dream about it while my heat awaits.
impatient, inexperienced, I burned dinner.
You come home late.

" Where are you? I thought you lost. "
I kiss and hold back my beautiful lies.
finally you bring calm.

One of these days I'll give you a scare and I ask,
serious and formal, you to marry me.
Oh, my life a day I give it to you scare you,
and if you ask me, I answered "yes."

Small creature, the purest essence
going in small packages.
My love, I know, the same container
also contains poison.

assume the risk, I look and plan
you life full of dreams.
And if not satisfied when we awake,
with daylight and see what we do.

little creatures, the purest essence
going in small packages.
My love, I know, the same container
also contains poison.

assume the risk, I look and plan.
If you need a pillow, I'll lend you my chest.
And if you do conforms to their corners,
with the light of day we'll see what we do.

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Ismael Serrano Lyrics: Un Angelo Non E '- Eros Ramazzotti

fra little arrivera Lei '
e' il aspettavo time io che da un'eternita '
non Riesco ancora a me lei verra
credercida' me l'ha detto
sorridendo a "Ed ora fa ho
preparatory
gia '
fresh flowers on the table that are more 'fun
this time is not' a lie to my house will
'
tonight she will not go to that other'

In her mind always
as an obsession that turns me on her
directions
and imagination, and I imagine that you are here and I imagine

lafria stringer of my arms to hold you like '

In her mind only on the skin

you still like a fire I can not wash away and the

dream that my eyes I see it as an angel

she who is not an angel 'Midnight


leaves and stars on the ceiling I've already turned off all'
go to bed and I think that
she will '
told me one day long ago in the mind always


her as she
an obsession that turns me on the senses and imagination

and I imagine that you are here and I suppose to hold it in my

arms to hold you like '

In her mind only on the skin

you still like a fire I can not wash away and

who dream in my eyes I see it as an angel

she who is not an angel'
and I imagine that you are here and I imagine

to tighten my arms to hold you like
'

In her mind only on the skin

you still like a fire I can not wash away
and in my eyes
sognano io che vedo eats the
angelo proprio che lei
a angelo non e 'proprio lei

... proprio lei ...

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At least it's Sunday .... CS

"And only to know that the return

You wait for me

Increases my heartbeat

Volverte a ver is all I want to do

Volverte a ver so I can replace "

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Lyrics: You - Ismael Serrano


answers or do not give birth to my garden, and no warrior

they rest in you.
No Moon August
no rain in April, has not slept

before you.


're small like a shooting star, as the universe

before exploding.
flyer as laughter,
as dandelion.
If I lie to you,
you do it better.

Now tell me what you have to offer the afternoon
lost, your blood on my skin,
the home tired, the blanket on the couch,
the TV on, the desire to mourn.
And now tell me what you
will give peace in your body, the bottom of the sea gulls
tired, my shadow on the sofa, grilled
on, the desire to kill.

're the broken glass,
the sea inside me, whispering wind
, thalamus
waste
acid in my eyes,
my morning coffee, hand
on sex rumor battle
.


answers or do not give birth to my garden, and no warrior

they rest in you. There
August Moon,
no rain in April, has not slept

before you.


PS: To my Principessa ...

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Thanks ....

thank again who is lighting my days ....

This break gave me a lesson of good cinema, CINEMA PARADISO, which will not comment, since I am not who to refer to this jewel .... re meferire to what is the story of the princess quel account ALFREDO A TOTO:

"There was once a princess who was very sad because no one filled his heart. It is not that suitors were missing because it was a beautiful princess and her kingdom prosperous. But maybe that's why, for being beautiful and rich, suspicious that the love of who approached her was sincere. One day passed through the kingdom a man who said he was captivated by it, and so I confessed, "I am poor." The princess wanted proof of that love as soon confessed to what the man said: "As proof that my love is true, I will not move under your balcony, 100 days and nights without food or drink. My food will see you and your smile will calm my thirst. "

And it was. Day after day one man stood motionless under the balcony of the princess. I could only look and feel your smile to stay another day. So one after another until day 99. The subjects were happy because the princess had finally found a man who loved her. But lo and behold, when there was a time to be fulfilled within 100 days, the man picked up his bundle and went from there. "

Alfredo tells Toto that q does not know that means, but here's the continuation ...


The people, surprised by the attitude of the man whom so little time he needed to marry the princess, Asked why he left. He, with a sad countenance, he replied:

"A woman who is not able to save even one hour of suffering is not worthy of my love."


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Lyrics: FAVOLA

And tell that he was transformed into a tree and was chosen for its

that he stopped and stood there watching the earth give birth to new flowers

So it was rabbits and hummingbirds nest for the wind gl 'taught

flavors of wild honey, resin and rain and the wet

my happiness - he said within himself -

Here ... here ... I found now that now that I'm fine and all the time

for me I do not need anyone's

here's the beauty of life is but a day passed by

two eyes of a girl,

two eyes that were stolen from the sky a little 'of its paint and feel the tremble

its root

loss as if suddenly in what only a man without a woman knows what

and extension its branches to touch

heads that happiness is never the middle of an endless

was now with the moon and sun, stone and cloud was both laughter and tears or

uono that was only beginning to live

now was the chant that filled his great great loneliness,

that part was true that every tale of love contains in itself to be able to believe