La mente mia ritorna a quegli occhi bambini,. a giorni liberi così felici.. La mente mia ritorna a quei sorrisi,. pianeti bellissimi così vicini, così vicini..
COSI' CARA (Cristina Don). . Distinto signore, inserito socialmente, turista sessuale. ti viene a trovare perch adora sperimentare.. mi sei cos cara, dolcezza incontaminata.
CIBO ESTREMO (Cristina Don). . Scopro che il cibo intenso, ha personalit, variabile. delicato il latte di riso, il miele un cibo estremo. . conosci ci che vale, cibarsi con un bel dessert.
I'm on the move again through fire and ash. I'll burn. myself down, then be born again. I remember the. coldness of being alive. I want you to feel my burning.
Oh, it's so nice to see you all inside my dreamy little world. And it's so nice to be with all you lovely little boys and girls. Make yourself comfortable, my place is so divine.
It is from the order of succession in nature. And not from the ever-lasting endurance of her works. That we may expect the reign of perpetual activity.
Losing, living, losing grip. Feeling, taking, feel like shit. I came here with nothing. But leaving now means leaving everything behind. . I've pushed you farther than you'd go.
20 hours, 96 days, 3 years. We were like fire. And burnt in a rush. . My eyes are open. And I know that I will die. My eyes are open now. I know one day you will, too.
When a prophet says something. in the name of the LORD. And that thing does not come to pass. That thing has been spoken presumptuously. And is not of the LORD - do not be afraid.
The red blood of a king, poured upon the ground. A crown of thorns, wedged into his skull. The weight and burden of sin, too heavy for a man to hold. Sliced into pieces, death upon a wooden cross.
Corruption of the flesh. Bound by Satan's, impure mess. To live in sin, is to die. And in the flesh, don't comply. To live is to die to self. The relinquished shall rise.
Embodied into this world. Satan's curse upon your head. The age of discernment seals. Your fates final end. Living in the unconscious realm. Not hearing CHRIST knock.
I can see all there is to see. but I'm blind to my fate,. to what may come.. I think I'm awake. but stealing upon me. like the frost in the night. I neither see nor notice the moment when it comes.
God whispered out to me from outer space. His voice echoed then disappeared without a trace.... . Beyond the light of the sun.... Beyond the Edge of forever....
I have the power to bend time and space. I stare into you but you don't see my face. . Sacrifice the father. Scold the one who sins. Paralyze the daughter.
Tied and nailed piece of flesh. Tormented new object. Incision, merciless. Scientific bloodshed. . Christ pose looks grotesque. Martyrized, innocent. Novelty, dismemberment.
Digital eyes. Scanning your lives. Through the walls. Into the minds. . Watching your moves. No place to hide. Analized. Scrutinized. Tyranny. Of technology.
Bloodshed starts twisting and raging. Driven by dirt hidden inside. Fear turns to hatred the core depraved. Desperate people ready to join the lines. .
Cancerous. Widespread. Religious Disease. Brainwash. Ignorance. Controlling the weak. . Twisted Messages. Forgotten Meaning. Close Minded. Intolerant.
What began as a poem is now just a burden,. a vicious song that's mine to keep.. What began as forgetting is now just a prototype of ways to fight off sleep.