Duel – Propaganda

“Duel”

 

Eye to eye stand winners and losers
Hurt by envy, cut by greed
Face to face with their own disillusions
The scars of old romances still on their cheeks
And when blow by blow
The passion dies sweet little death
Just have been lies
Some memories of gone by time would still recall the lies

The first cut won’t hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding, I start screaming

It’s too late, the decision is made by fate
Time to prove what forever should last
Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test?
Whose demands are so strong as to parry all attacks?
And when blow by blow
The passion dies sweet little death
Just have been lies
Some memories of gone by time will still recall the lies

The first cut won’t hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding, I start screaming

The first cut won’t hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding, I start screaming

The first cut won’t hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding, I start screaming

The first cut won’t hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding, I start screaming

27/03/2019

Annunci

Condividi:

Nel buio del cuore

Celi il lato nascosto della luna,

Nelle oscure profondità

Ti rifugi dall’amore

E nascondi la luce pura dell’anima.

 

Giuseppe La Mura mar 2019
testo: copyright legge 22 Aprile 1941 n°633
photo: Web

One of These Morning – Moby

“One of these morning”

 

One of these mornings
Won’t be very long
You will look for me
And I’ll be gone

 

31/03/2019

Condividi:

A volte basta un attimo,

Un’incrocio di sguardi,

Un bacio improvviso,

Un sorriso dopo giorni di pioggia.

A volte basta un pò di vento

Che corre sul corpo

Che intreccia le tue dita

Per sentire un’emozione

Scendere giù nel cuore.

A volte basta un attimo

Due righe, una nuvola come foglio di carta

E un pò di poesia

Per sentire tra le pieghe del letto

Tra le pareti del cuore

Cos’è l’amore.

 

Giuseppe La Mura mar 2019
testo: copyright legge 22 Aprile 1941 n°633
photo: Web