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"Man In The Mirror"
I'm Gonna Make A Change,
For Once In My Life
It's Gonna Feel Real Good,
Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right . . .
As I, Turn Up The Collar On My
Favourite Winter Coat
This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind
I See The Kids In The Street,
With Not Enough To Eat
Who Am I, To Be Blind?
Pretending Not To See
Their Needs
A Summer's Disregard,
A Broken Bottle Top
And A One Man's Soul
They Follow Each Other On
The Wind Ya' Know
'Cause They Got Nowhere
To Go
That's Why I Want You To
Know
I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
(If You Wanna Make The
World A Better Place)
Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change
(Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change)
(Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,
Na Nah)
I've Been A Victim Of A Selfish
Kind Of Love
It's Time That I Realize
That There Are Some With No
Home, Not A Nickel To Loan
Could It Be Really Me,
Pretending That They're Not
Alone?
A Willow Deeply Scarred,
Somebody's Broken Heart
And A Washed-Out Dream
(Washed-Out Dream)
They Follow The Pattern Of
The Wind, Ya' See
Cause They Got No Place
To Be
That's Why I'm Starting With
Me
(Starting With Me!)
I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
(Ooh!)
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
(Ooh!)
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
Smile, without a reason why
Love, as if you were a child
Smile, no matter what they tell you
Don’t listen to a word they say
'Cause life is beautiful that way
Tears, a tidal-wave of tears
Light that slowly disappears
Wait, before you close the curtain
There’s still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way
Here, in his eyes forever more
I will always be as close as you remember from before.
Now, that you're out there on your own
Remember, what is real and what we dream is love alone.
Keep the laughter in your eyes
Soon, your long awaited prize
We'll forget about our sorrow
And think about a brighter day
'Cause life is beautiful that way
We'll forget about our sorrow
And think about a brighter day
'Cause life is beautiful that way
There’s still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way
true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of
former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down
together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state
sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression,
will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation
where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content
of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists,
with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition
and nullification - one day right there in Alabama little black boys and
black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as
sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every
hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain,
and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord
shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a
stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling
discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this
faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle
together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing
that we will be free one day.
This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will
be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of
liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's
pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"
Chi vuole muovere il mondo prima muova se stesso
Insegna ai bambini come riuscire a pensare e non cosa pensare
La libertà non ha valore se non esiste la libertà di sbagliare
Vivi come se dovessi morire domani e impara come dovessi vivere per sempre
Gli amici sono come le stelle: non li vedi sempre ma sai che esistono
FREE
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
I wish I could share all the love that's in my heart
Remove all the bars that keep us apart
And I wish you could know how it feels to be me
Then you'd see and agree
That every man should be free
I wish I could be like a bird in the sky
How sweet it would be if I found I could fly
Well I'd soar to the sun and look down at the sea
And I'd sing 'cos I'd know how it feels to be free
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
And I wish I could say all the things that I wanna say
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
Say 'em loud, say 'em clear
For the whole
Wide world to hear
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
A volte basta veramente poco...anche perchè come ho già detto le piccole cose non sono mai così piccole...
SONO STANCA!!!!
Tra raduno nazionale, Croce Rossa, appunti da recuperare, lavori di gruppo da fare, preparazione esami e mantenimento nervi saldi per situazioni in bilico, la pressione cresce...spero che alla fine come nella maggior parte dei casi ce la farò...ma al momento sono una mina vagante...
Dopo due settimane di manutenzione risco finalmente a postare sul blog...e a finire gli ultimi 3 giorni di vita moscovita....
3 Maggio
Ultima mattina...la voglia di ultimoo giro in centro non ritorna...gli altri sono partiti per Vladimir e Suzdal...impacchetto, leggo, mangio, aspetto...taxi con 40 minuti di ritardo...serie di controlli e di discussioni all'aeroporto...ritorno a casa...
2 Maggio
Siamo tutti un po' svogliati...accompagno i francesi alla stazione perchè devono prendere dei biglietti...mercatino scrauso...salto al vernissage,,,poi io e Leonie andiamo fino a kuskovo...vaghiamo fino a che stremate non lo troviamo ma ne valeva la pena...splendido tramonto...cena a base di cous cous e vino italiano...south park...foto, saluti....messaggi notturni... Salut les français!!
1 Maggio
Max, Leonie e Ariane Accettano mia proposta per Tsaritsino...una folla per la festa...fontane, sole, riposo, cantate, semi di girasole...decidiamo di fare il giro dello stagno...poi scopriamo che erano 8 km, in effetti non si arrivava più...sota tra bosco , prato e palzoo...foto a ogni angolo...scoiattoli...dopo cena super veloce alle 19 incontriamo Viktoria, russa dall'aspetto glaciale...ci porta in un locale con musica dal vivo, 3 gruppi di cui il primo veramnete bravo...arriva anche Ivan...passeggiata notturna...alcuni discorsi seri....l'hymne sulla metro...cantata notturna prima di arrivare a csa tutti insieme..
