non mi servono parole... non ho bisogno di rumori... voglio solo sentire la VOCE DEL MIO SILENZIO...
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Anonimo
ha detto...
Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping left it's seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains, within the sounds of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone 'neath the halo of a streetlamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light split the night... and touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more people talking without speaking people hearing without listening people writing songs that voices never share noone dare, disturb the sound of silence
Fools said I you do not know, silence like a cancer grows, hear my words that I might teach you take my arms that I might reach you but my words, like silent raindrops fell... and echoed the will of silence
And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls and whisper the sounds of silence.
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Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
left it's seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains, within the sounds of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone
'neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
split the night... and touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
ten thousand people maybe more
people talking without speaking
people hearing without listening
people writing songs that voices never share
noone dare, disturb the sound of silence
Fools said I you do not know,
silence like a cancer grows,
hear my words that I might teach you
take my arms that I might reach you
but my words, like silent raindrops fell...
and echoed the will of silence
And the people bowed and prayed,
to the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls
and whisper the sounds of silence.
Hai visto l'ultimo film di Woody Allen?
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