The Rising Moon (and Sun)

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http://rutube.ru/video/9737e3d34bc2470d6d0c0ee4dce871d4/

 

 

 

 

 

 

“c a p p a c i b i (k c b ) s o l o q u i “: http://www.boscoparlante.com”.

Tornare al silenzio del blog, ascoltare le voci … Qui ora!

(da scrivere sulla pagina fb).

Nel blog torno a intermittenza.  Here, no “I like”, sudden flashes … no negation and contraposition.

Gratitude 🙂 to each Master (including no-Masters 😉 These & Those in separated (no time, no time).

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foto di Sergio Pancaldi – Topok – Trieste, Settembre 2013

Buongiorno! (appena sveglia, nella Cucina dei Gatti, e dei Topi, Sognanti)

Grazie Pank 🙂

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2 thoughts on “The Rising Moon (and Sun)

  1. HUCK’s TUNE

    Well, I wandered alone through a desert of stone
    And I dreamt of my future wife
    My sword’s in my hand and I’m next in command
    In this version of death called life

    My plate and my cup are right straight up
    I took a rose from the hand of a child
    When I kiss your lips, the honey drips
    I’m gonna have to put you down for a while

    Everyday we meet on any old street
    And you’re in your girlish prime
    The short and the tall are coming to the ball
    I go there all the time

    Behind every tree, there’s something to see
    The river is wider than a mile
    I tried you twice, you can’t be nice
    I’m gonna have to put you down for a while

    Here come the nurse with money in her purse
    Here come the ladies and men
    You push it all in and you’ve no chance to win
    You play ‘em on down to the end

    I’m laying in the sand, getting a sunshine tan
    Moving along, riding in style
    From my toes to my head you knock me dead
    I’m gonna have to put you down for a while

    I count the years and I shed no tears
    I’m blinded to what might have been
    Nature’s voice makes my heart rejoice
    Play me the wild song of the wind

    I found hopeless love in the room above
    When the sun and the weather were mild
    You’re as fine as wine, I ain’t handing you no line
    I’m gonna have to put you down for a while

    All the merry little elves can go hang themselves
    My faith is as cold as can be
    I’m stacked high to the roof and I’m not without proof
    If you don’t believe me, come see

    You think I’m blue, I think so too
    In my words you’ll find no guile
    The game’s gotten old, the deck’s gone cold
    And I’m gonna have to put you down for a while

    The game’s gotten old, the deck’s gone cold
    I’m gonna have to put you down for a while

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