Tiffany Anderson In Nj

Bring a kiss to Florence

co'i morning I left a 'steam
and a beautiful little girl arrived. Seeing the
ago: Excuse me sir!
Excuse me, is the 'ffiore, yes I know.
She comes home happy, well I see
and a little here, please ask.
the door a kiss to Florence,
that is my city
that in my heart, I always here.
the door a kiss to Florence,
work only to see her again one day.

Son daughter of emigrant
why are distant
work because one day I will return home.
the door a kiss to Florence:
and if I see 'him will make.

Beautiful girl! I told her then.
Your kiss a'ccasa bring.
And for peace of mind since this time,
the road I'll keep it locked.
But I'll just come a'ccasa mgiuro,
i'ccielo the kiss to go safely.
I wear your kiss Florence
that is your hometown
and is also me.

I wear your kiss in Florence
and never, never can I forget about you. You
daughter of emigrant
for this are far away, but it is safe
a'ccasa one day return.
I wear your kiss
in Florence from Florence and many kisses.

The story is true and if it were a
can pass through the only true because,
e'lucciconi and I know how much cough
him who is far from the homeland.
So every Florentine who is far away, seeing you
partir plan will tell you:
the door a kiss to Florence
's so much that we only want one;
believe it? I'm more a!

Bring her a kiss to Florence
a wait when I come back.
Our town
pretty nice and yes, the
us so many years yet
a n'invecchia ever.
I bring the kisses in Florence
of all the Florentines who met him.

What Do Broken Capillaries Effect

Buon Ferragosto!

X August
Giovanni Pascoli

San Lorenzo, I know why so much
of stars for the quiet air
burns and falls, because it is in great grief
concave sky sparkles. A swallow was returning
the roof
killed him: he fell among thorns;
she had an insect in its beak:
dinner of its swallows.

Now is there, as the cross, which tends
that worm to the distant sky;
and her nest is in the shadows, waiting,
chirping ever slower.

Even a man returned to his nest:
killed him: he said: Forgiveness;
remained open eyes and a cry
carrying two dolls as a gift.

Now there, in the remote house, the
waiting, waiting in vain: he
motionless, astonished, points
the dolls to the distant sky.

And you, Heaven, from the worlds
serene, infinite, immortal,
oh! tears of the stars of this atom, opaque
flood of Evil!