Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone. In the lamp light the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Mem'ry all alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the mem'ry live again Ev'ry street lamp seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters And soon it will be morning Daylight I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I musn't give in When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin Burnt out ends of smoky days The stale cold smell of morning The street lamp dies another night is over Another day is dawning Touch me It's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is Look a new day has begun.lunedì 29 marzo 2010
cats!
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone. In the lamp light the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Mem'ry all alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the mem'ry live again Ev'ry street lamp seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters And soon it will be morning Daylight I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I musn't give in When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin Burnt out ends of smoky days The stale cold smell of morning The street lamp dies another night is over Another day is dawning Touch me It's so easy to leave me All alone with the memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is Look a new day has begun.
mercoledì 24 marzo 2010
Escursione alle Grotte avec les Français
Giornatina piacevole quella di ieri. Ho accompagnato gli alunni francesi di Nimes alle Grotte di Frasassi e poi Jesi, centro storico e Palazzo Pianetti. Le grotte sono stupende. Non ricordo di averle mai viste. Credo proprio che ci ritornerò. Magari con Lea. Isabelle, l'insegnante degli alunni francesi, è simpaticissima. Una bella conoscenza. Che risate quando uno dei suoi alunni, Nicholas, ha comprato, nonostante il divieto, una "sabre", una sciabola!!! Abbiamo restituito l'arma prendendo dei souvenirs e braccialetti di Hello Kitty. Che bello "scambio"!! "Soddisfatto" soprattutto Nicholas!
Il piccolo vocabolario di Lea
Si perché, trattasi di vocaboli... vorrei provare di elencare le parole che, per ora, Lea riesce a pronunciare e a dare un senso. Sono poche... del resto ha solo 18 mesie e qualche giorno:
Mamma
Nonno
Babbo, Nonna, Ciao ciao (Tao tao), cooky, pipì, no, mmh (= si), pappa (raro)
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