|| Te voglio bene assai ||


'Te voglio bene assai'

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'Aku sangat mencintaimu'.

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dalam 'Caruso', 

versi alunan suara - Lucio Dalla.

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Seriously. he's wow








Here where the sea sparkles, and a strong wind blows,

on an old terrace overlooking the gulf of Sorrento,

a man holds a little girl in his arms
after he's been crying.
He clears his throat and sings the song again.

I love you so much;
so very much, you know.
It's a bond, now,
you know, that thaws the blood in the veins.

He looked at the lights, out at sea,
and thought about the nights in America.
But they were only the lamps of fishing boats
and the white of wake.
He felt the pain of the music.
He got up from the piano,
but when he saw the moon come out from behind the clouds
death seemed sweeter to him.
He looked into the little girl's eyes -
those eyes as green as the sea,
then suddenly a tear fell
and he thought he was drowning.

I love you so much;
so very much, you know.
It's a bond, now,
you know, and it thaws the blood in the veins.

The power of opera!
where every drama is a sham;
where, with a little bit of make-up and mimicry,
you can become someone else.
But two eyes that look at you,
so close and so real,
make you forget the script,
confounding your thoughts.
And so everything became insignificant,
including the nights in America.
You look back and see your life
like the wake [of the boats].
Ah yes! Life is ending,
but he wasn't worried about it any more.
Instead he felt happy
and began to sing the song again.

I love you so much;
so very much, you know.
It's a bond, now,
you know, that thaws the blood in the veins.

|| Ceritarama - The wise old man ||

A man of 92 years, short, very well-presented, who takes great care in his appearance, is moving into an old people’s home today. His wife of 70 has recently died, and he is obliged to leave his home. After waiting several hours in the retirement home lobby, he gently smiles as he is told
that his room is ready.

As he slowly walks to the elevator, using his cane, I describe his small room to him, including the sheet hung at the window which serves as a curtain. "I like it very much", he says, with the enthusiasm of an 8 year old boy who has just been given a new puppy. "Sir, you haven’t even seen the room yet, hang on a moment, we are almost there."


"That has nothing to do with it", he replies.


"Happiness is something I choose in advance. Whether or not I like the room does not depend on the furniture, or the decor – rather it depends on how I decide to see it. It is already decided in my mind that I like my room. It is a decision I take every morning when I wake up."


"I can choose. I can spend my day in bed enumerating all the difficulties that I have with the parts of my body that no longer work very well, or I can get up and give thanks to heaven for those parts that are still in working order."


"Every day is a gift, and as long as I can open my eyes, I will focus on the new day, and all the happy memories that I have built up during my life. "


"Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw in later life what you have deposited along the way."


"So, my advice to you is to deposit all the happiness you can in your bank account of memories."


"Free your heart from hate"
"Free your mind from worry"
"Live simple"
"Give more"
"Expect less"

:')

|| FA - HAHA - HAM ||

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HAHHAA....HUH? YEAH? HAHA
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HAHAH..HAA..HAHA..A..AA.....
LOH? WTF! HAHAHAHAHAHH
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HAHAHAHAHHAHHHA..KUR KUR
KUR KUR..NGAH NGAH NGAH...
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TAK FAHAM ITU INDAH,
SALAH FAHAM ITU BAHAYA.
                                               - UWEI HAJI SAARI


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TAK NAK FAHAM ITU?
  GILA.
                                             - AKUNIFAMOUS



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|| me..running from myself ||




Are these times contagious
I've never been this bored before
Is this the prize I've waited for?

Now as the hours passing
There's nothing left here to insure
I long to find the messenger.

Have I got a long way to run
Have I got a long way to run
Yeah, I run

Is there a cure among us?
From this processed sanity?
I weaken with each voice that sings

In this world of purchase
I'm gonna buy back memories
To awaken some old qualities

Have I got a long way to run
Have I got a long way to run
Yeah, I run.
yeah, I run.

Have I got a long way?
Have I got a long way?
Have I got a long way to run?
Have I got a long way to run?

Yeah I run
(Have I got a long way to run?)