Over the Hills and Far Away. Late night stories from the UK. Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay. We laid spread out before me as her body once did. All five horizons revolved around her soul. As the earth to the sun. Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn. Ooh all I taught her was everything. Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore. And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds. I take a walk outside.

When the sky breaks at dawn. They will never know the beauty of this place. All we enjoy we owe to them. Men and women who lied buried. In the earth of foreign lands and in the seven seas. Dedicated to the memory of canadians. Who died in the service of their country. And so preserved our heritage.

Poli Poli Mì fa il Tacchino. Quello che abbiamo sempre sognato di fare. E che non abbiamo mai avuto il coraggio. Salve ragazzi, posto questo succinto posTest per verificare lo stato di morte o di coma vegetativo del takkino. Vediamo se qualcuno darà segni di vita in forma commentosa. Lunedì FEMAP - una produzione NaStrano.