“Ain't it strange, when I appear you run for cover? | And, when I look into your eyes, what do I see? | Have our love dreams flown away from one another? | Darling, don't stop loving me. | No, I never meant to full your dreams with heartaches, | or to send your true love crashing to the floor. | But, sometimes, thing just work out real crazy. | Oh baby, don't you love me anymore? | Don't you love me? | Don't you love me anymore? (da Black and Blue, n. 4)”

— Greg Lake

Greg Lake

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chitarrista, bassista e cantante britannico 1947–2016

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“There's no reason for you to love me | after all of the heartaches we've been through. | But I love you, I just can't help it. | You're so beautiful, what else shall I do? | You say you didn't make me love you | and you tell me that you're not to blame. | But it still hurt me the same. | Darling, love is not a game. | 'Cause it hurts, oh. | It hurts, yeah. (da It Hurts, n. 3)”

Greg Lake (1947–2016) chitarrista, bassista e cantante britannico

Greg Lake

“I don't know why I still love you | and I don't know why I should care. | You must have some magic power, | something is keeping me. (da I Don't Know Why I Still Love You, n. 9)”

Greg Lake (1947–2016) chitarrista, bassista e cantante britannico

Manoeuvres

“You may be a king | or just a common man. | Some high fashioned model | with a Hollywood tan. | It just don't matter | who you think you are, | you'll be a slave to love tonight. (da Slave of Love, n. 8)”

Greg Lake (1947–2016) chitarrista, bassista e cantante britannico

Manoeuvres

“Words And Words

Among the folds of listening
the misunderstood opens chasms
in silences filled with unease,
your glances branch out ancient memories on the windowsill
of life written
in my pages
still virginal,
timid to reveal
to my heart,
reflected in yours so sincere
that it still nourishes barefoot hopes
on paths of non-extinction.
Slowly dance and press on
words and words
chasing breaths
of suspended moments
in my friendly arm,
that gathers pauses
setting tears
thirsty for love,
I gently kiss one
on your beautiful rosy face
savoring the candor
of its melancholy
cradled not for me!
I smile at you, dim,
letting myself sink
into my unconfessed error
of loving you in shadow
again and again,
and like a fugitive I avoid
entering into you
into your ebony eyes
blind and deep
like unexplored galaxies.
Scent of brugmansia
draws wonder
on your lament
full of nostalgia
untying you from its ribbons
that hold back
your gray rhymes.
Now you smile sighing
with your beloved flowers,
those angel trumpets
that resemble
your moods
of pedunculate words
set on the pavement
of rejected naked reality,
but among them
I see the most beautiful flower,
most splendid and imposing,
uncultivated innocent beauty
that gathered in my hands
is always you giving
dazzling emotions
of authentic certainties,
in that rare uniqueness
that gives life
to your loving gaze,
that everything for me
I would have wanted it to be,
to smile with you in love.

Laura Lapietra ©”

Laura Lapietra

“Words And Words

Among the folds of listening
the misunderstood opens chasms
in silences filled with unease,
your glances branch out ancient memories on the windowsill
of life written
in my pages
still virginal,
timid to reveal
to my heart,
reflected in yours so sincere
that it still nourishes barefoot hopes
on paths of non-extinction.
Slowly dance and press on
words and words
chasing breaths
of suspended moments
in my friendly arm,
that gathers pauses
setting tears
thirsty for love,
I gently kiss one
on your beautiful rosy face
savoring the candor
of its melancholy
cradled not for me!
I smile at you, dim,
letting myself sink
into my unconfessed error
of loving you in shadow
again and again,
and like a fugitive I avoid
entering into you
into your ebony eyes
blind and deep
like unexplored galaxies.
Scent of brugmansia
draws wonder
on your lament
full of nostalgia
untying you from its ribbons
that hold back
your gray rhymes.
Now you smile sighing
with your beloved flowers,
those angel trumpets
that resemble
your moods
of pedunculate words
set on the pavement
of rejected naked reality,
but among them
I see the most beautiful flower,
most splendid and imposing,
uncultivated innocent beauty
that gathered in my hands
is always you giving
dazzling emotions
of authentic certainties,
in that rare uniqueness
that gives life
to your loving gaze,
that everything for me
I would have wanted it to be,
to smile with you in love.

Laura Lapietra ©”

Laura Lapietra

“I was a fool tonight. | Ooh, I should've seen the light, | 'cause you were too young to be loved. | I should've turned away | though you were begging me to stay, | 'cause you were too young to be loved. (da Too Young to Love, n. 2)”

Greg Lake (1947–2016) chitarrista, bassista e cantante britannico

Manoeuvres

“No Time No Space, | another race of vibrations, | the sea of the simulation, | keep your feelings in memories, | I love you especially tonight.”

Franco Battiato (1945) musicista, cantautore e regista italiano

da No Time No Space
Mondi lontanissimi

“We cannot excuse you | for your behaviour, | the great China, | the divine empire, | has fallen into dishonour. | Politicians kill the monks, | refusing to listen and to reason. | Keep your hands off Tibet now.”

Franco Battiato (1945) musicista, cantautore e regista italiano

da Tibet, n. 9
Inneres Auge – Il tutto è più della somma delle sue parti

“I love you Maryanna, I love you Maryanna, | Maryanna, you love me. | Sur les rives de la Seina, sur les rives de la Seina, | mon amour dans le bateau-mouche.”

Rino Gaetano (1950–1981) cantautore italiano

da I love you Maryanna, 1973

“Perché con te io sono fottutamente me stesso, Senza di te non lo sono. ~Love The Way You Lie”

Eminem (1972) rapper, attore e produttore discografico statunitense

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