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I love

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A World-shaped Te

 

L’unicità del Tuo Spirito puro

è nascosta tra le segrete del Castello del vento,

protetta dalla custodia di una Chitarra Reverberata

that keeps the time in 4 / 4,

harmonizing the symphony

born from the hand of an angel,

flying in the blue sky free from Ali.

The sweetness that accompanies your feeling

is set in the folds of a smile vagabond

road illuminated by the King

that demarcates the border between yesterday and tomorrow,

along the streets of El Dorado

you have at the center of the universe

as maps of Stars draw on the Book of Knowledge.

Warrior Soul of Your Men be

is trapped between the hands of a wave saucy,

mixed with sand scented

of endless sea that merges the rocks

a world shaped Te,

popping up on the beach of the Future

like a shell that hugs the shore.

If I were to describe heaven when he is so smooth,

clear that fills the air and infinite

of summer afternoons,

I would do with the beauty of your eyes charmers.

If I were to describe the stormy sea,

flying Sentinels of the Rocks careful

with its unlimited power,

I would do with the hands of your wisdom Unspoiled.

If I were to describe the Earth dry

che smossa dai sospiri del Vento aspetta

la prima Pioggia d’Autunno per dissetare le Radici,

lo farei con le Braccia del Tuo Amore Sconfinato.

Se dovessi descrivere il Paradiso,

that of dense clouds and Grace

smiles across the sky greeting the Chosen,

I would do with the Voice of Your Perfection.

Ti Amo

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The King's Road

C’era una volta un Re, che non sapeva di essere Re.

Sapeva di essere un Cavaliere dalla spada di fuoco, il mantello rosso e l’aura blu. Ma non immaginava di essere un Re.

I suoi sudditi sapevano che lo fosse, era troppo diverso da loro: troppa bontà, troppa generosità, troppo coraggio, troppo senso della giustizia, troppa lealtà verso chi gli voltava le spalle… no, non era uno di loro. Aveva un cuore troppo nobile per essere un semplice popolano.

I suoi sudditi sapevano fosse il Sovrano, ma nessuno glielo diceva, erano troppo invidiosi per suggerirglielo, e temevano   che con la sua Forza li avrebbe sottomessi alla propria volontà, così continuavano per la loro strada facendo finta di ammirare il carisma del Cavaliere, anche se di lui, gli importava soltanto che non salisse al potere, curandosi solo di non rivelargli che era il Re.

L’anima del Cavaliere era troppo pura to learn about envy, and too unselfish to aspire to power, so continue to fight to defend the rights of the weakest, as a hero came from heaven to fight the demons of injustice.

never questions why they rode through the streets of any place all these glad, but as soon as the last piece of blanket around the corner, no one would remember him.

In However, all remembered him, but people were too ungrateful to ensure that their recognition would last more than three minutes for life.

Knight gave smiles to anyone who asked, it was a great company to anyone trying, everyone loved it. But all were too selfish to admit that it was better than them, and worship Him sincerely. They preferred to have the ambiguity as sovereign rather than a king brave and selfless as he.

Era sempre circondato da persone d’ogni genere, il Re. Ma il suo spirito guerriero era più solo di una barca in balìa del mare in tempesta, la sua unicità di cuore puro sembrava non avesse compagni in nessun angolo del mondo.

Una damigella vestita d’oro piangeva seduta nella piazza principale, tutti la guardavano, nessuno si avvicinava.

Il Cavaliere ne ebbe pena e pensò to save her from her torment. Armed with a good heart and strong of his indestructible shield, took it near his residence, lowering the clypeus which made him invulnerable.

It is here that came under the spell of the Witch of Sleep.

Deception was his job, undressed and got the gold to the Queen of Lies, who had dressed in artificial light obscuring the view of the Knight , had traded the hero with his ego sneaking saying the spell that made him sleep deeply.

Trapped in the dream, Knight appealed screaming his flaming sword, fighting monsters dressed in flowers and perfumes, which mock the vanishing just brought them closer.

His courage kept him from giving up, his strength required him to keep fighting, he knew di poter svegliarsi e uscire dall’incubo innescato dalla Strega del Sonno camuffata da fata della vita.

L’arpia rideva mentre stava per sferrare il colpo decisivo, quello con cui avrebbe potuto far sua l’anima pura e valorosa mangiandogli il cuore.

Un’aquila mandata dal cielo, planò su quelle mani rozze e avide di appariscenza e potere privandola del pugnale, i suoi artigli le cavarono gli occhi sfregiandole il viso tra urla e contorsioni che interruppero l’incantesimo, ridandole l’aspetto clandestino dello squallore, che la rivestì dei suoi stracci.

Il Cavaliere si destò dal sonno, e senza scappare, restò a guardare la fine della strega, alzando scudo e spada verso il cielo in segno di riconoscenza divina.

Una ragazza mandata dall’Imperatore in persona per restituire la corona al suo Re, avanzava dal lato opposto del sentiero cui era arrivata la megera.

Aveva ancora le braccia alzate, il Cavaliere, quando la portatrice vide la sua gloriosa figura. Lo riconobbe subito.

L’Imperatore le aveva dato come indicazione la spada di fuoco che il Re avrebbe impugnato mentre lei lo cercava. Ma alla ragazza non servì guardare la spada: lo riconobbe dal sudore che imperlava gocciolante la fronte del Guerriero.

smiled putting the crown on his head as he stared at her with questioning eyes, telling her not to be the person to whom it was important for the crown.

her, wiping the sweat and collecting in a handkerchief, waved it, saying nothing. Later he had time to explain.

The emerald set in the crown of light was reflected on the glowing sword, transformed into a scepter and the Knights hold it firmly, looking amazed at what had always been his. She looked into his eyes and saw the girl.

The Queen smiled at the King from his red coat, the Aura Blue and the Scepter of Fire. And the crown of emerald, thrown into the air a handkerchief soaked with sweat.

Emperor picked it up between the gusts of wind, and those droplets Hero mixed with the seeds of the earth, he created Gabriel, the strongest of the Archangels.