E' tutti una quesitone di fede, se ci credi sono vere.
bye

Mr Moon, Mr Moon maybe your time is coming
Mr Moon, Mr Moon what's happening in the room?
We'll search our hearts before you die, let the times fade away.
It was given as a promise to each and every man.
I wanna love you but i'm growing old
Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul.
Will she come over when it's time to go, come on and show me little
drummer boy, no
Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Moon
It's sad but true, sad but true
You're telling me what to do
I've learned my lesson, a stupid question
Blowing my pride
But you're a girl, a serious girl
Showing me the world
Oh my love, you're so tired
But you're awfully quiet
I wanna love you but i'm growing old
Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul.
Will she come over when it's time to go, come on and show me little
drummer boy, no
Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Mooon.
Hey, hey, heeeyah..
Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Mooon.
I wanna love you but i'm growing old
Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul.
Will she come over when it's time to go, come on and show me little
drummer boy.
I wanna love you but i'm growing old
Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul.
They leave a fusion of it's final bread
Another peace or so and now they don't need you,
Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Mooon.
Inanzitutto buon anno anche da me, Tommybass!
...ebbene visto che è da tempo immemore che non scrivo voglio condividere col mondo, anzi col cyber-mondo dei bloggers, che domani Gianni e Pinotto - ossia gli eroici Tommybass e Abyss (e forse alcuni altri nostri stolti amici...) - si spaccheranno la schiena a smontare impianti luci e audio della sfilata di FeVVagamo che è in corso oggi presso palazzo BoVghese in quel di Firenze. Per altro un palazzo magnifico in cui si stendono in lungo e in largo saloni con dipinti e statue bellissimi.
Buon mal di schiena a tutti (mica dobbiamo soffrire solo noi!)...
Tom.
P.s. d'altronde i dindi sono i dindi... l'alternativa era la prostituzione ma Abyss proprio non ha voluto...!