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O Sole Mio ~ What A Wonderful Thing

Published September 24, 2017 by tindertender

Neapolitan Italian Text
Che bella cosa na jurnata ‘e sole,
n’aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe’ ll’aria fresca pare già na festa…
Che bella cosa na jurnata ‘e sole.

Ma n’atu sole
cchiù bello, oje ne’.
O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
O sole
O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!

Quanno fa notte e ‘o sole se ne scenne,
me vene quase ‘na malincunia;
sotto ‘a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e ‘o sole se ne scenne.

Ma n’atu sole
cchiù bello, oje ne’.
O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
O sole
O sole mio
sta ‘nfronte a te!
sta ‘nfronte a te!

English Translation
What a wonderful thing a sunny day
The serene air after a thunderstorm
The fresh air, and a party is already going on…
What a wonderful thing a sunny day.

But another sun,
that’s brighter still
It’s my own sun
that’s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It’s in your face!
It’s in your face!

When night comes and the sun has gone down,
I start feeling blue;
I’d stay below your window
When night comes and the sun has gone down.

But another sun,
that’s brighter still
It’s my own sun
that’s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It’s in your face!
It’s in your face!

 

Wrath Of Time

Published September 20, 2017 by tindertender

“In a world that has fallen to the wrath of time and hatred, music is the only way we can submerse ourselves in our own reality’s. Because we have fallen too deep into the quiet call of the moon, paralyzed in fear here, we sing the oceans lullaby’s but what do they really do for us except make us sleep in solitude to escape the light. We sink deep into the ocean swaying in the pull of the sea, singing it’s song, those who can swim above us as sailors and those who cannot, struggling. Follow your own path not that of others, we drift endlessly in a distant lament stuck in the constant chant of the sea, we are fallen sailors, the swallowing sea sucking us down into the beautiful alatulya world, where we are forgotten.”
       ~ Danika Firth

Warrior

Published August 2, 2017 by tindertender

There are those who would like us to believe that our loving, kind and beautiful soul is marred and ugly, something to be abhorred. Indeed, many have been coerced and manipulated into living these dishonest and twisted myths.

The truth is … sinister forms hate us and want us to believe we are not loved or lovable. They steal our joy and cause sorrow, disconnection and pain. We lose hope, and become pliable, as putty in the potters hands, easily misled.

However ~ At our core, so deep nothing of the hateful and spiteful nature can touch, is Love unconditional. It will remain with us always, even though at times we cannot sense it.

We are Warriors …

Reasoning lets go
and I am propelled in to you
My Skin widening…

Reasoning lets go
and I am propelled into you

Hands and arms grow
and I release what must go
My skin widening
to feel your angelic arms

((Come close so that I can melt into you))
Come Close…

Reasoning lets go
and I am propelled in to you

My skin widening
to your angelic arms
Leaving this weight behind
My spine becomes light

((Clean my senses
so that I can hear you
clearly))

Reasoning lets go
and I am propelled into you
hands and eyes grow
and i release what must go

My Skin widening…
to feel your angelic arms

<< Warriors move gracefully >>

We lay down our weapons
at your feet
take us with grace
to the other field

Can we Lay down our weapons
and the tired intellect
rise above and…
((Bring me Grace))
I know you Can.

Unharmed to the battle,
Unharmed from the battle,
Unharmed wherever they go.

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