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"Mia"

Quanto ti ho sentita mia
quando siam rimasti cinque giorni a letto
chiusi dentro casa mia
quanto ti ho sentita mia
quando ti ho spogliata e t'ho messo il pigiama
quanto ti ho sentita mia
dentro a quel vagone
mentre il treno che fischiava ci portava via
e quanto ti ho sentita mia
lungo strade assolate di periferia
con le gomme bucate e le bici parcheggiate
dietro un grosso cespuglio d'estate
quanto ti ho sentita mia
quando mi chiedevi prima di un esame
di provarti a interrogare
quanto ti ho sentita mia
quando ti ho insegnato sopra il ghiaccio a pattinare
e quanto ti ho sentita mia
in quel vecchio ferroso letto di corsia
mi stringevi la mano eri sotto anestesia
I prayed and I felt bad for you
You are my ...
but when you're mine, my
you walk away ...
come back because you're mine

what you do not know
you're mine mine mine,
my my my, my my my

or not you love me, love love, love love love
,
love love love
or not you're mine mine mine,
my my my, my my my

or not you love me, love love, love love love
,
love love love or not and
As I felt my
even when you told me "I must andare via"
e hai gridato "e finita"
ma era una bugia
prima o poi tu dovrai ritornare
perchè sei mia... quando vuoi
ma sei mia, mia tu vai via...
tornerai perchè sei mia
mia dove vai che sei mia
quanto tu non lo sai
quanto tu non lo sai
tanto... tu non lo sai

[Gatto Panceri]

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Uomini che odiano le donne

Film scandinavo tratto dal romanzo omonimo, primo della trilogia Millenium, published posthumously after the untimely death of the author, the writer journalist Stieg Larsson.
Mikael Blomkvist is a financial journalist who happened to lose a case in which he is accused of libel against the financier Wennerstrom.
Blomkvist decides to resign as editor of the journal Millennium and is proposed to deal exclusively with a history dating back 36 years before: the mysterious disappearance of Harriet Vanger, nephew and pupil dell'ottantenne Henrik Vanger, a magnate of the time 'Swedish industry. Mikael accepts and moves in Gävleborg.
Lisbeth Salander to experience doing research, but also a hacker who works on commission, you do not know il suo passato ma si capisce che non può disporre dei suoi averi, anzi ha un tutore molto sadico.
Mikael e Lisbeth si ritrovano insieme ad indagare sulla scomparsa di Harriet e sui segreti della famiglia Vanger.
Non ho letto il libro, non seguirò gli altri episodi della trilogia, ma questo primo film è secondo me parecchio sopravvalutato.

Chemical Burns From Benzoyl Peroxide

Come una marea...

Come una marea...
È come una marea,
quando lei fissa su me i suoi occhi neri,
quando sento il suo corpo di creta bianca e mobile
tendersi e palpitare presso il mio,
è come una marea,
quando lei is on my side.
Lying in front of the South Seas
I saw the waters roll
and expand irrepressibly
fatally in the mornings and sunsets.
water of the surf on the old trail,
on old tracks,
on old things,
water of the surf from the stars that
opens like a rose immense
water that is moving forward on
beaches as a hand in a daring gown,
water that rode in the midst of rocks, shattered water
on the rocks,
and silent as the killers, water
relentless as the avengers of water
nights left
under the docks as a broken vein,
or as the heart of the sea
irradiation and shaking in a monstrous
It's something inside me and I carry
grows immensely close,
when she is on my side,
and like a tide that surges in her eyes and
kissing her mouth, her breasts
,
hands.
Tenderness of grief and pain of impossible
wing of the terrible
that moves on the night of my flesh and its
as un'acuminata
strength of arrows in the sky.
Something great escape,
that does not go away,
scratching inside
something that digs wells in the words awful,
something that, against all shattered,
against all as prisoners against cell!
her, carved in the middle of the night,
restlessness of my dazzled eyes,
her, carved in wood from the forest
of knives my hands,
her, her pleasure at my kingdom,
her, her eyes blacks,
her, her heart, butterfly
bloody
that the two antennas instinctively m ' touched!
does not fit in this narrow plateau of my life!
is like a wild wind!
If my words pierce like needles just
should mangle
as swords or plowshares!
It's like a tide that pulls me and I fold,
is like a tide,
when she is on my side!

[Neruda]