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Emily - o furacao que eu escapei esta semana

Maybe one day

Londres - Roda gigante

Onde eu gostaria de estar hoje

Madrid - invierno

For somebody special

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
And the dreams that you dream of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
And the dreams that you dream of,
Dreams really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
And the dreams that you dare to,
oh why, oh why can't I?

well, I see trees of green and red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and for you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white
And the bright blessed days I like the dark
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands sayin' how do you do
They're really sayin' I, I love you.

I hear babies cry and I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than we'll know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high.
And the dreams that you dare to,
why, oh why can't I?

La vita è mistero, è dominata dal mistero

Ultimo punto, ma sicuramente il più importante.
Se è tempo libero, significa che uno è libero di fare quello che vuole. Perciò quello che uno vuole veramente lo si capisce da come utilizza il suo tempo libero... hummm, Frankris?..hehehe

Quello che una persona veramente vuole lo si capisce non dal lavoro (mio lavoro suchs),dallo studio, cioè da ciò che è obbligato a fare, dalle convenienze o dalle necessità sociali, famiglia (not for me, please), ma da come usa il suo tempo libero.

Se una persona disperde il tempo libero, no ama la vita: è stupida.
La vacanza, infatti, è il classico tempo in cui quasi tutti diventano stupidi.
La vacanza è il tempo più nobile dell’anno, perché è il momento
in cui uno si impegna come vuole con quello che riconosce prevalente nella sua vita oppure con il niente e allora, appunto, è stupido.

The Phantom of the Opera

Christine:
In sleep he sang to me,In dreams he came,
That voice which calls to me,And speaks my name.
And do I dream again? For now I find.
The Phantom of the Opera is there-Inside my mind.

Phantom:
Sing once again with me, our strange duet,
My power over you, grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me, to glance behind.
The Phantom of the Opera is there -inside your mind.

Christine:
Those who have seen your face,
Draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear.

Phantom:
It's me they hear.

Both:
You're/my spirit and my/you're voice in one combined.
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my/your mind.

(in the background)
He's there,the Phantom of the Opera . . .
Beware the Phantom of the Opera . . .

Phantom:
In all your fantasies,you always knew that man and mystery . . .

Christine:
...Were both in you.

BOTH
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind . . .

Phantom:
Sing, my Angel of Music!

CHRISTINE
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera...