Blue flower.

I am the blue flower,

not the red flower

because it gives me peace

and it does not blush me.

You are the beautiful blue flower,

but you also have the red flower

because you are active

and at the same time comfortable.

A little bit of blue

and a little bit of the red

that means:

"You are loving and he adores you".

He is the one who tells me

because I miss

and its being

I feel now.

We are both flowers

because we have emotions

and one in particular that tells me:

"Goodbye and I love you at all times".

Martern aller Arten.

I really do not know what to say

of this weird piece

of a great teacher

the mind with his music tarnishes me.

It is a piece that moves

even the smallest

of all my fibers

and my whole being.

It’s a "medium" saying

because it makes me thrill

but strangely

It makes me collide.

It's complex

as the language that it handles,

It's a perfect mix

of music and lyrics.

I'll just say a word

of this little aria

that moves me

and it is: strange.

La fleur que tu m'avais jetée.

The flower that you threw at me

it gives me a special meaning,

It comforts me and you tell me:

"You are my essential part".

That is the meaning

of this beautiful letter

that he dedicates to her

and all that surrounds it.

It ignites my passion,

the soul exalts me

but at the same time it calms me

and call my heart.

So in love is the man

who tells her "the flower"

and his passionate being

that confuses my reason.

So quiet the woman

confused in her being

but with a clear mind

think of wanting.

So this poem ends,

as short as the song

but like the others

it reaches my heart.

A distant place

A distant place
Because we are distant
But never far away
And always as before.

A distant place
Because you are at a distance
But to the heart
Does not matter it.

A distant place
Because I'm waiting
Here your place
And waiting for your look.

A distant place
Because I'm telling you:
Goodbye my love
So passionate!

Sento.

I feel regret,
I feel lack of love
Why do you reject me
And you make fun of my pain.

I feel regret,
I feel sorry
Because it's you
Who condemns me.

I feel regret,
I feel frustrated
Because you are cruel
And without a heart

I feel regret
But in others I support
Because they really love me
And I love them.

Goodbye cruel love,
Goodbye hard pain
Because my soul rests
And receives a true adore.

Vuoto.

A silence,

a word,

a heart

are beautiful parts

of my beautiful song.

I feel empty,

my soul screams,

my body cries,

and my head tells me:

"Laura! Laura!" Full-time.

It's all around me,

I feel hollow and without love

of a passionate that I want to find

and that it does not cause me pain.

I am happy and unhappy,

I have the love of my family

but that of a man does not

What will be the reason?

A part of me feels it

but the other one does not,

always look for the outside

and never the interior.

My empty part screams,

My part fills no

And do you know why?

because is right.

I feel empty in one part

who cries HEART!

but the other part

USE THE REASON!

"I'm more than I look,

I'm the best ... "that's what I think of me,

"... that nobody doubts,

not even your heart. "

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Recondita Armonia.

My hidden harmony

is in you

because you are my peace

and my way of life.

that's what it transmits to me

this beautiful song,

are exciting words

to the bottom of my heart.

Are words that fall in love,

that catch me, connect,

take me to the bottom

and everything comes with me.

who created it

He leaved carry

to the clearest corner

with a single look.

it is only a part

of a great work,

I do not like it

but it moves me now.

From my spirit.

From my spirit

I can see your face,

From my spirit

I can feel your peace.

From my spirit

comes my passion,

From my spirit

All my love comes

From my spirit

you can feel it,

how much I love you

and how much I appreciate you.

From our spirits

our love is strengthened,

and our spirits

our strength grows.

From my spirit

I do not say goodbye

because our love

It's going to be very, very long.

Senza parole.

I do not know what to say,

I can not think of anything,

I just think and think

in your sweet look.

I do not know what to say,

Except that I'm smiling

for thinking about you

and I will not let you go.

I do not know what to say,

I am speechless

and my heart

It is without reason.

Goodbye poem,

bye heart

I sincerely say goodbye

of this sad song.

Figaro.

It's fun!

It is exciting!

Rossini's mind

Was brilliant!

The life of the barber

told jokingly!

It's really hilarious

and with a comedian tone!

He sings with pleasure,

The barber tells his diary to do!

I'm really happy,

I love it and makes me smile!

this is little to say

of this one fun to live

of the barber and the composer

AND GOODBYE TO THIS SONG!