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Hallelujah The voice of the sea

Twilight at Muriwai Beach

by Essjay NZ

Il fragore continuo, il sordo eco scoabordare and water crashing against the rocks of the jetty, the sharp and irregular stones of the breakwater. The blunt continuous blowing of a cold north-west that sell beats and blows on your skin, pale from that air bully.

And then the waves, with their milk foam and fizz arrive at the foot of crackling, throwing spray into the air stirred, seem to want to get to you and take you with them in the immensity of the abyss.

And then you can say that I have heard the voice of the sea: a silent scream, high and deep as the darkness as if the clouds toccass higher. A real voice, yet intangible, ethereal and mystical reality; an echo of a past that speaks of now and tomorrow, and you calls and asks you, but little answers. Grows gushing and roaring off and then turns off for a moment, absorbed by the tiny grains of sand pearl, and behold, it invariably returns to flow from the ocean and forget about salt in the night as tears of joy or melancholy song.

And then you can say that I have heard the voice of the sea.

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a blue rose on your skin.

remind me of London and blonde snob

with a little madness.

About you:

think there are that will warm soon, then everything else

and you do not ever tie. But if I had my

I bind you with a fastener at the heart

you get hurt when you go.

I write it on your skin I'll

I like you 'cause you are who you are,

with the blue rose tattoo

Lord your courage and your extra resource. And you

rtacconto me, but her

who cares but yes, he had to go that way.

And I do not even realize that means

"I Love you"

who has more open 'the rose on your breast.

A blue rose

not go away a bit sweet
'perverse as a bit' different

is your imagination.

A blue rose, as there is none, but one thing

rare

me tonight that I ask you.

I I I'll write on the skin

no love in the car, there is no 'magic.

a tattoo because it goes where you go

the sea or where you can, as long

'run away.

And I tell you, her

but who cares, but yes, had to be this way.

And I do not even realize

I said "I love you" when it opens

more about your breast blue rose.

If you were my colleagues, but I

a snare to the heart and you're away.

the sea or where you were there

stings me your blue rose.

Dolce some 'perverse your imagination, but

a blue rose on my skin

I realize now, step by step

not go away.

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Living

Vivo copying "Yesterday"

and people always in trouble.

live and you wonder what you are, but

, mirror, you never speak. I

I can never create anything,

I love love, but not people,

I'll never be a god.

Living, nobody ever taught us,

live photocopy the past,

live even though I have not asked him to live,

like a song that nobody sings.

But if you saw the man in front of your door

who sleeps wrapped in a cardboard

if you listen to the world one morning

without the sound of rain,

you who can create with your voice,

you think people's thoughts,

then god is one God

Living, nobody ever taught us,

live, you can not live without a past,

life is beautiful even if you have not ever asked,

and a song there will always be someone to sing.

Someone is not enough for me.

Living

Why, why, why, looking

still the great love.

Why not live tonight?

Living

Why, why, why,

as if we never had motire.

why do not you live now?

Living ... and then suddenly understand

Why, why, because life is not life because ...

... that after this life you

... you have not lived.

live still searching for true love.

live as if we should ever die.

Living and then suddenly understand ...

Why, why, because life is not life because ...

... that after this life you

... you have not ever lived.

I tell you no,

I tell you,

tell you that I want to live.