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Da tenere d'occhio, con gli ultimi aggiiornamenti sul rutilante mondo della moda

Postato da: streghetta a 09:09 | link | commenti (1) |

quasi per caso ho scoperto che occhi che mai avrei pensato leggono qui...
Occhi a sorpresa... Forse nemmeno troppo graditi

Così... adesso cambio blog... nuovo indirizzo che nn vi rivelo.. anche se qlcn lo conosce già...

me ne vado vi abbandono vi saluto addio

Postato da: streghetta a 21:16 | link | commenti (3) |

My baby don’t care for shows
My baby don’t care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don’t care for cars and races
My baby don’t care for high-tone places

Liz taylor is not his style
And even lana turner’s smile
Is somethin’ he can’t see
My baby don’t care who knows
My baby just cares for me

Baby, my baby don’t care for shows
And he don’t even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don’t care
For cars and races
My baby don’t care for
He don’t care for high-tone places

Liz taylor is not his style
And even liberace’s smile
Is something he can’t see
Is something he can’t see
I wonder what’s wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me

Original lyrics

My baby don’t care for shows
My baby don’t care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don’t care for cars and races
My baby don’t care for high-tone places

Liz taylor is not his style
And even lana turner’s smile
Is somethin’ he can’t see

My baby don’t care who knows it
My baby just cares for me

My baby don’t care for shows
And he don’t even care for clothes
My baby just cares for me

My baby don’t care for cars and races
My baby don’t care for
He don’t care for high-tone places

I wonder what’s wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
Just says his prayers for
My baby just cares for me

Postato da: streghetta a 22:02 | link | commenti (1) |

rubo due parole dal taccuinorosso,
perfette per me... perchè è prorpio così che a volte vanno le  cose

Lui guarda lei come se fosse l'unica donna al mondo; come se nei suoi occhi ci fosse la musica, l'odore e la bellezza dell'ambiente circostante

Lei guarda lui come se tutto quello che ha sempre desiderato fosse riflesso nell'iride di quell'uomo evidentemente innamorato.

Postato da: streghetta a 19:36 | link | commenti |

In preda a fame assassina mi metto sul letto a intingere biscotti svedesi nel latte a lunga conservazione.
Nella tazza di Andy Wharol in edizione limitata, però.
Se questo non è stile...

Così per avvicinarmi di più al popolo...
mi scaccolo

(la gif è di www.caccolaficcanaso.splinder.com)

Postato da: streghetta a 00:09 | link | commenti |

rose nostalgie

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Postato da: streghetta a 20:45 | link | commenti (1) |

Troppo stanca per pensare
forse ero al punto di capirci qualcosa
Non so più parlare
Forse è perchè non ho più niente da dire
Non volermi male
Quante cose per le mani
In questo inspiegabile groviglio d`intenti
Reggo con fatica
Le orrende e infondate accuse di ieri
Non volermi male
Certe volte l`importante è vedersi più belli
Quanto basta per sentire che il mondo è vicino
E non è perfetto
Ammaliante percezione
La notte conserva preziosi consigli
Non so più domare
Gli istinti repressi da logiche incerte
Non volermi male
Certe volte l`importante è vedersi più belli
Quanto basta per sentire che il mondo è vicino
E non è perfetto

Postato da: streghetta a 20:05 | link | commenti (1) |

coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....

coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go and i'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy......

this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i'm dying to lose it...
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.

and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.

Postato da: streghetta a 19:41 | link | commenti |

romanticherie...

There are too many questions
There is not one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love vibration
You make me feel
You make it shine

There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation

And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love direction
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love intention
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good

 

Postato da: streghetta a 20:03 | link | commenti |

Viniste a mi
Como poesia en la cancion
Mostrandome
Un nuevo mundo de pasion
Amandome
Sin egoismo y sin razon

Postato da: streghetta a 20:33 | link | commenti |

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