All I want is you

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I’d be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I’d be a nod
If you were a seed, well I’d be a pod.
If you were the floor, I’d wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I’d be the fire.
If you were the love, I’d be the desire.
If you were a castle, I’d be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I’d learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

Luna di Miele: LE FOTO!!!

Nemuriko’s Playlist #23

mood di oggi:

Nemuriko’s Playlist #22 – A Modo Mio

Prende bene stare fuori oggi che è primavera
prende bene andare in giro con il sole che saluta la sera
oggi che è primavera
E ho buttato via i pensieri via la noia e il magone
li ho buttati tutti quanti stamani tutti dentro a un bidone
e fuoco col kerosene
E a modo mio, a modo mio sono
contento un poco anch’io
E a modo mio, a modo mio sono
contento un giorno anch’io
E a modo mio, ringrazio Dio oggi
la storia la faccio io, a modo mio

Ogni tanto è meglio essere positivi!

Nemuriko’s Playlist #21

Nemuriko++

... e sono 26 ...

Ebbene sì. Oggi livello.

Quest’anno proprio non l’ho sentito. È volato via.. così..

Eppure cresco. Chissà, magari maturo. Mi sento cambiata tantissimo. Soprattutto negli ultimi 6-7 anni.. ma  nonostante tutto mi sento sempre io.

Lo so, non si capisce una mazza di quello che ho scritto. Allora spazio alla musica.

“I’m not very good at just paying attention
I’m not very good at remembering things that you say
I’m not very good at persuing redemption
I’m not very good at concealing the hand that I play

It’s the way I am, you’ll never change
The way I am, or re arrange
The way I am, just let me be
The way I am, it’s the way I am

I’m not really sure of the coming attractions
I’m not really sure of the illusions we read on the wall
I’m not really sure of the preaching we practice
I’m not really sure if we notice it before we fall

It’s the way I am, you’ll never change
The way I am, or re arrange
The way I am, just let me be
The way I am, it’s the way I am

I’m not very good at just paying attention
I’m not very good at remembering things
I’m not very good at pursuing redemption
I’m not very good at concealing the hand that I play

When I’m trying so hard just to beat you
I’m not really good at controlling my fate
I’m not really good at controlling my anger
I’m not really good at subduing my hate
I’m not really good

It’s the way I am, you’ll never change
The way I am, or re arrange
The way I am, just let me be
The way I am, it’s the way I am”

It’s the way I am…

Nemuriko’s Playlist #19

Sempre ricordi di quando ero giovane e squinzia.

“It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out”

Toccata e fuga

Oggi sono andata con i miei a Genova.

Diciamo che sono tornata, dopo ben 6 anni.

Diciamo anche che è stato un ritorno all’infanzia. Quando per me Genova rappresentava l’altra metà della mia famiglia.

Già dall’autostrada ricevo il primo shock. Dalle curve dei Giovi, si vede una casa che per me è sempre stata il segno che Genova era lì dietro che si nascondeva.

Su questa casa ha sempre svettato una bandiera della sampdoria. Non so cosa sia successo al padrone di casa, ma oggi, su quella casa, c’era una bandiera del genoa. L’eterna dicotomia tra il bene e il male.

Inoltre, ho scoperto che anche il mio figlioccio è genoano. Questo è stato davvero un duro colpo.

È sparita anche la scritta “Via Roberto Mancini”*. Segno dei tempi che cambiano

Però, ci son state anche delle soddisfazioni.

“GESÙ CRISTO RITORNA, IL GENOA HA BISOGNO DI TE” è ancora lì.

* avevano finto di intitolargli una strada: non nel senso di “Vattene Roberto Mancini”

Nemuriko’s playlist #18

“She was the sun,
Shining upon,
The tomb of your hopes, and dreams so frail.
He was the moon,
Painting you,
With its glow so vulnerable and pale.

Love’s the funeral of hearts,
And an ode for cruelty,
When angels cry blood on flowers of evil in bloom,
The funeral of hearts,
And a plea for mercy,
When love is the gun separating me from you.

She was the wind,
Carrying in,
All the troubles and fears, here for years, tried to forget.
He was the fire,
Restless and wild,
And you were like a moth to that flame.

The heretic seal beyond divine,
Pray to God who’s deaf and blind,
The last nights, the soul’s on fire,
Three little words and a question why.”

Nemuriko’s Playlist #17

Thanks God it’s friday!