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LORETTA

LORETTA
we miss from 5 years!
Recently I thought of you talking to her friends, including yours, that I can find or read regularly
preparations for the march of Assisi on September 25, next
but, above all, the recurring image I had of you image is a cheerful and festive
linked to past summers:
that you dance at a village festival or a social party or party, the house of Corbiolo; disco (preferred evenings with free admission for women and the hall of the "smooth"), a dance hall on the waterfront or a holiday resort;
you to sing improvised songs in a choir folk, mountain and light music;
you're listening to a concert in the theater or outdoors;
you attending a ballet or an opera (as you will be proud of Anna and Alice who are part of the choir Arena!)
you on vacation that you approach a jukebox to hear your favorite song of the moment (like "Born under the sign of Pisces)
of you that plays with the enthusiasm that characterizes you, the cassette drive while on the road, short or long.

Who, like me, you want to remember so propose again two songs (the lyrics and the music if I can do it correctly):

the first "Vagabond" - Nomad - one of the many of the seventies, a symbol of desire you had to go and change,

the second "A DEER SPRING" - Marx - you really like and what moves me most at this time.

Vagabond

I grow up one day and fly in the sky of life,
but a child knows, can not be blue always 's age
then a September night I woke up the wind on the skin on my body

the starlight

knows Dov' was my home and that child was playing in a courtyard

I tramp who I am,

tramp who are nothing,

money in my pocket I do not
up there but I have left is God

the road is still there, a desert me looked like the city, but a child

who knows, can not be blue always' s age,

then a night of September I left, the fire of a fireplace

not is as warm as the morning sun

knows Dov 'was my home and that child was playing in a courtyard

I tramp who I am,

tramp who are nothing, I do not have money in their pockets but to me I left God
tramp who am I, that are nothing vagabond,

money in my pocket I do not
up there but I was left with God

Nomads

http://www. youtube.com / watch? v = IBzRwtEQmYY

DEER SPRING

I'm born again I will become deer in the spring or without gull from cliff nothing to be forgotten, no questions asked more to do with a space to be filled born again friend and I know that I understand and I'll turn into someone who can not fail a partridge in the mountains and yet does not dream of flying in a leaf or a chestnut born again friend and I My friend and I find myself with feathers without me without fear of falling intent only to twirl like an eternal migratory ... Without fear of falling intent only to twirl like a born again without ever migrating complex I and my friend and frustrations hear the symphonies of the seasons with my defined role so happy to have been born between heaven and earth to infinity ah ... I am born again and without complex and frustration my friend listen to the symphonies of the seasons with my defined role so happy to have been born between heaven and earth to infinity ah ... I am born again born again and I
R COCCIANTE


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_FounKWcK0

Invite friends / we add a few episodes of Loretta known situations As mentioned above
and leave a comment. (If you have photos you can send and inserted later.)
ANNA