Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Cubefield Level 3 Game

34 - Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty (Dominic Chieffo)

Venosa, the last hour has come
and I sat on the tacit Veron in

solitary melancholy look at you and my tears Venosa. No more

those wood fires burning in San Jose
that we're happy because the walls
pass methane
that, fortunately, "gives us a hand."

Pass a friend to the city
"Hey, what's new Venom?"
"Here, every day, something is missing
we are raising the white flag.

For us it is autumn, no doubt about it, not

shining sun of this country, under the moon,
loses its leaves one by one.

are distracted for a moment:
there was the "Placement",
and St. Andrew, perfect weather,
lost the title of cathedral.

With finesse, a mo 'tonsure,
in a little' depriving us of the District Court
and if it is a little less' of attention
we will be without the station.

Thanks to the law of a certain Minister
van via the "tax" goes away "the Register",
and, if not go 'I'm temporal
perhaps even lose the hospital.

Now is gone, oh how sad!
also the Office of the "rubbish"
montiam guard our Castle
otherwise we'll get carried away too.

My friend, wise and hoary,
you're sitting on the tacit Veron,
come down among us, give us a hand,
nothing is done on a couch.

We hope some younger people here
love of country went on vacation
no passion, pride is off
is well to grow a little 'grass' I want'! Wind

the trumpets, let's take a phone call, not just live
of Horace and Tansillo
Venosa
waiting to be woken up on the "stones" fell asleep.

I wonder if one day a prince charming
with a kiss, a whisper
will wake her up and say, "Honey,
you reach the corner of the Fiumara?

you comes the sound of bells?
Smell the scent of your beautiful bread?
return in you the ancient pride of being
major star.

You're the land of a hundred lions,
fountains, beautiful Largon,
great walls, great history
but we need new glory.

Ancient churches, beautiful monuments,
arches, columns, sparkling stones,
but alongside these many treasures
will rise to new values.

"Venosa, wake up! Come back in April we
swallows the old town bell
made to feel the sun of
back on! "



Venusium 1709

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