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[nausicaa83]

Shelter from the storm

'Twas in another lifetime,
One of toil and blood.
When blackness was a virtue,
And the road was full'a mud.
I came in from the wildreness,
A creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,"I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

If I pass this way again,
You can rest assured;
I'll always do my best for her,
On that I give my word.
In a world of steel-eyed death and men,
Who are fighting to be warm;
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us,
There was no risk involved.
Nothing up to that point
Had even been resolved.
Try imagining a place
Where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

I was burned-out from exhaustion,
Buried in the hail.
Poisoned in the bushes,
And blown-out on the trail.
Hunted like a crocodile,
Ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

Suddenly, I turned around,
And she was standin' there.
With silver bracelets on her wrists,
And flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully
And took my crown of thorns,
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

And now there's a wall between us,
Somethin' there has been lost.
I took too much for granted,
I got my signals crossed.
And just to think it all began,
On a non-eventful morn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

Well the deputy walks on hard nails,
And the preacher rides a mount;
But nothing really matters much,
It's doom alone that counts.
And the one-eyed undertaker,
He blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

Well, I've heard new-born babies,
Cryin' like a mournin' dove.
And old men with broken teeth,
Stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man?
Is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village,
They gambled for my clothes.
I bargained for salvation,
And she gimme a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence,
And got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

Now I'm livin' in a foreign country,
But I'm bound to cross the line.
Beauty walks on a razor's edge,
Some day I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock,
To when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya,
Shelter from the storm."

This song has a special meaning to me because I used to sing it a lot to my sister. When she was ill I could stay hours there singing different songs to her just to ease her pain, and now they've all become so special and so painful to listen to. This one makes no exception. It's just so beautiful.

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[tati81.livejournal.com]

Finalmente un buon sito italiano su FMA, vai qui:

http://www.fmaplanet.com

peccato per qualche pagina fatta col "copia/incolla" e il babelfish.

[nausicaa83.livejournal.com]

Uhm, hai ragione, però bel sito! ^^ Hanno anche il gemello italiano per Bleach... bene, bene, il fandom si allarga, c'è speranza che si sbrighino a proporceli entrambi! *_______________*

[nausicaa83.livejournal.com]

L'ouroboros continua a uccidermi:

Il ouroboros è presente in molte civilizzazioni vecchie. Appare innanzitutto negli Egiziani in 1600 prima di J-C. Di là, quest'immagine viaggiò in Fenicia quindi nei greci che la chiamarono Ouroboros, cosa che signifit ("quello che divora la sua coda").

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