26 ottobre 2005

un link...

per gli appassionati...

per chi ci ha lasciato il cuore...

per chi continua a lasciarlo...

QUI

LaBreva

CHANGE...

If you knew that you would die today,
Saw the face of god and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?

If you knew that love can break your heart
When you're down so low you cannot fall
Would you change?
Would you change?

How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?Makes you change?

If you knew that you would be alone,
Knowing right, being wrong,
Would you change?Would you change?
If you knew that you would find a truth
That brings up pain that can't be soothed
Would you change?Would you change?

How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?Makes you change?

Are you so upright you can't be bent?
If it comes to blows are you so sure you won't be crawling?
If not for the good, why risk falling?
Why risk falling?
If everything you think you know,
Makes your life unbearable,
Would you change?Would you change?

If you'd broken every rule and vow,
And hard times come to bring you down,
Would you change?Would you change?
If you knew that you would die today,
If you saw the face of God and love,
Would you change?Would you change?
Would you change?Would you change?

If you saw the face of God and love
If you saw the face of God and love
Would you change?Would you change?

laBreva

21 ottobre 2005


Oceano mare, matita su carta, cm 26 x 13,4 Coll. Bartleboom

LaBreva

13 ottobre 2005

...

E' vero...

E' vero, è vero...
è da tanto che non mi faccio sentire, ma...

il tempo vola...

e nel frattempo...

ho preso la patente della moto!!!!!!

si...
però...
a volte...
PAURA!!

la Breva

03 ottobre 2005

il mio canto d'amore

Canterò per il mio diletto il mio cantico d'amore per la sua vigna.
Il mio diletto possedeva una vigna sopra un fertile colle.
Egli l'aveva vangata e sgombrata dai sassi e vi aveva piantato scelte viti; vi aveva costruito in mezzo una torre e scavato anche un tino.
Egli aspettò che producesse uva, ma essa fece uva selvatica...
...Che cosa dovevo fare ancora alla mia vigna che io non abbia fatto? Perché, mentre attendevo che producesse uva, essa ha fatto uva selvatica?
Ora voglio farvi conoscere ciò che sto per fare alla mia vigna: toglierò la sua siepe e si trasformerà in pascolo...

laBrava
felice!!!