There’s a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There’s a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love
There’s a limit to your care
So carelessly there
You that drove them down
It’s a limit to your care
I love, I love, I love
This drink on my stream
I love, I love, I love
The trouble that you give me
I know i know i know
That only I can save me
I’ll go i’ll go i’ll go
Lie down alone
There’s a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There’s a limit to your love
Your love, your love, your love
You can’t really smile
It should be written on your face
I’m piecing it together
There’s something out of place
I love, I love, I love
This drink on my stream
I love, I love, I love
The trouble that you give me
I know, I know, I know
That only I can save me
I’ll go i’ll go i’ll go
Out of love
Because there is no limit
There’s no limit no limit no limit, to my love
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“Io, Rosaria Costa, vedova dell’agente Vito Schifani mio, a nome di tutti coloro che hanno dato la vita per lo Stato, lo Stato…, chiedo innanzitutto che venga fatta giustizia, adesso.
Rivolgendomi agli uomini della mafia, perché ci sono qua dentro (e non), ma certamente non cristiani, sappiate che anche per voi c’è possibilità di perdono: io vi perdono, però vi dovete mettere in ginocchio, se avete il coraggio di cambiare…
Ma loro non cambiano… […] …loro non vogliono cambiare…
Vi chiediamo per la città di Palermo, Signore, che avete reso città di sangue, troppo sangue, di operare anche voi per la pace, la giustizia, la speranza e l’amore per tutti. Non c’è amore, non ce n’è amore…”
— Rosaria Costa moglie di Vito Schifani, agente della scorta di Giovanni Falcone.
Yes, something of a different pace.
Fresh, Hits from 97’ make haste.
Now, I believe the time is right.
How, stepping from the left to the right.
So get, ready for the rhythm in check.
Direct, believe me you aint heard nothing yet!
I will, volunteer my lyrical skill,
Until, the skoo reaches 15 mil,
Go deep, Rite into the middle of the beat.
Stay sweet, in everyway, 7 days a week
On Time, give it to you line by line, the source is the power of the force in the prime.
Its new (beat), structure of the sour unveiling, Go twice around the waters still keep on changing.
Panic, so get confuse I cant shake it, Feel Static, built up by the darts in the free
I can’t have it, I need you spirit representers, a skilled ever ready strong deep of adventures
And I got that, that’s why my beats sound so fuelled, ‘cos its the format, something you’ve never heard before!
Do you think that you can hold on, when the beat gets to strong and you feel that you need help to move along
Do you think that you can hang tuff, when the rhythm gets ruff and the DJ says “I think you’ve had enough”
Do you think that you can digest, when i start to digress, better get yourself a lyric proof vest!
Do you think that you can compete when you hear the fat beat, you need stamina like an athlete!
Unique, continue the future technique to full heat, let the microphone burn when i speak
Alright, now were getting into this sound, pick it up, shake it up, turn it upside-down!”
In The Kingdom of The Blind The One-Eyed Are Kings by Dead Can Dance
If it were within, within our power
Beyond the reach of slavish pride
To no longer harbour grievances
Behind the mask’s opportunist’s facade
We could welcome the responsibility
Like a long lost friend
And re-establish the kingdom of laughter
In the dolls house once again
For time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
In the discipline of our ways
And in the passing of momentary stillness
We can see our chaos in motion, our chaos in motion
We can see our chaos in motion
View our chaos in motion
And the subsequent collisions of fools
Well versed in the subtle art of slavery
(music Dead Can Dance, photo jeannyfuckinrose)
Claudia Cardinale da Pour 15 minutes d’amour
“I don’t want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.” — Frank Costello (Jack Nicholson from The Departed)
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I’m a sailor peg
And I’ve lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I’ve lost my leg!
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping off To find my wooden leg
I’m a sailor peg
And I’ve lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I’ve lost my leg!
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping off To find my wooden leg
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Intimate Photorealistic Paintings from My Modern Metropolis, paintings by Marta Penter