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23 jun 08

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what a drag! you're mentioning progressive music here too... mooohh... WHAT A DRAG! what affinities with prog, please...

jargonking: what are you doing? do you have to mention progressive with every record???? every single one of your posts has this word in it. come on! have some decency... HOLY SHIT! and forget the word progressive.. MUSIC SHOULD NOT BE CATALOGED, IT’S NOT A DOCUMENT, OR SHEETS... IT’S EMOTIONS; DAMN IT!

Earth Earth 2: Special Low Frequency Version

19 jun 08

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CAZ send me earth 2 too :D

Sergio Rubini Colpo d'occhio

18 jun 08

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O Italy, may your heart remain

To honor the past; for today,

Your lands are bereaved of such honors,

And there is none who can aptly honor you.

Turn back and look, oh my homeland,

At that endless throng of immortals,

And weep and disdain for yourself;

For without disdain, grief is foolish now:

Turn back, and feel shame and awaken,

And let the thought of our ancestors and descendants sting you once.

Sergio Rubini Colpo d'occhio

18 jun 08

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Because our people

Peace under the white wings may gather,

They will not be freed from the bonds

Of ancient slumber the Italian minds

If, to the fatherly examples of the ancient age,

This fatal land does not turn.

Il Nucleo Io prendo casa sopra un ramo al vento

18 jun 08

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O my homeland, I see the walls and the arches
And the columns and the statues and the desolate
Towers of our ancestors,
But I see no glory,
I see neither the laurel nor the iron with which
Our ancient fathers were laden. Now rendered defenseless,
You bare your brow and your chest.
Alas how many wounds,
What bruises, what blood! Oh how I see you,
Most beautiful woman! I ask heaven
And the world: tell me, tell me;
Who brought you to this? And this is worse,
That she is weighed down by chains on both arms;
So that with disheveled hair and without a veil
She sits in neglected and despondent ground,
Hiding her face
Between her knees, and weeps.
Weep, for you have every reason, my Italy,
Born to conquer nations
In both fortunate and adverse fates.