Paradise Lost - One Second
I walk the maze of moments
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning
But never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know
You go there youre gone forever
I go there Ill lose my way
If we stay here were not together
Anywhere is
The moon upon the ocean
Is swept around in motion
But without ever knowing
The reason for its flowing
In motion on the ocean
The moon still keeps on moving
The waves still keep on waving
And I still keep on going
I wonder if the stars sign
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
But night has clouded over
No spark of constellation
No vela no orion
The shells upon the warm sands
Have taken from their own lands
The echo of their story
But all I hear are low sounds
As pillow words are weaving
And willow waves are leaving
But should I be believing
That I am only dreaming
To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
Its either this or that way
Its one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be on reflection
The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end.

noi i provocatori e gli altri menano... splendida partita dei giallorossi, Roma ai quarti
Ebbasta co sti lucchetti di Ponte Milvio!! Tra Moccia e Tiziano Ferro e il consiglio comunale e il comitato di quartiere e gli innamorati e i cinici veramente non se ne può più. Articoli e filmati e video e tutti concentrati sui lucchetti al lampione e nessuno che sollevi una dico una obiezione sul fatto che ad ogni lucchetto corrisponda una chiave buttata nel Tevere! Ma che siete scemi? Ma si, contaminiamo il fiume un altro pò stavolta in composti in ferro che così va in tonalità giallo-arancione che fa nostalgico e ricorda il biondo dei tempi andati. una pantegana di fiume in palio al lucchetto più chiuso.