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The Spy
The Spy
Doors
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know everything
Everything you do
Everywhere you go
Everyone you know
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy, I can see
What you do
And I know
The Spy
Doors
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know everything
Everything you do
Everywhere you go
Everyone you know
I'm a spy in the house of love
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of
I know the word that you long to hear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I know your deepest, secret fear
I'm a spy, I can see
What you do
And I know
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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saudade
« Tutto a Lisbona trasmette saudade, e ancor di più questa spianata di fronte al vuoto, e stando qui, aspirando la brezza che increspa il Tago, cioè il Tejo, si intuisce vagamente What is this inexplicable feeling of regret, of loss, and at the same time desire to attain the unattainable, melancholy need utopia which is the same horizon, a feeling that the medieval troubadours called saudade in any language, and since then has find an appropriate word to translate. "
(Pino Cacucci)
« Tutto a Lisbona trasmette saudade, e ancor di più questa spianata di fronte al vuoto, e stando qui, aspirando la brezza che increspa il Tago, cioè il Tejo, si intuisce vagamente What is this inexplicable feeling of regret, of loss, and at the same time desire to attain the unattainable, melancholy need utopia which is the same horizon, a feeling that the medieval troubadours called saudade in any language, and since then has find an appropriate word to translate. "
(Pino Cacucci)
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