Why won't you Let me rest in peace?

I died So many years ago But you can make me feelLike it isn't so And why you come to be with me I think I finally know You're scared Ashamed of what you feel And you can't tell the ones you love You know they couldn't deal Whisper in a dead man's ear It doesn't make it real That's greatBut I don't wanna play 'Cause being with you touches me More than I can say And since I’m only dead to you I’m saying stay away and Let me rest in peace Let me rest in peace Let me get some sleep Let me take my love and bury it In a hole 6-foot deep I can lay my body down But I can't find my, sweet release So let me rest in peace You know, You got a willing slave And You just love to play the thoughtThat you might misbehave But Till you do,I'm telling you Stop visiting my grave Let me rest in peace I know I should go But I follow you like a man possessed There's a traitor here beneath my breast And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed If my heart could beat, it would break my chest but I can see you're unimpressed So leave me be andLet me rest in peace Let me get some sleep Let me take my love and bury it Im a hole 6-foot deep I can lay my body down But I can't find my sweet release Let me rest in peace Why won't you Let me rest in peace?

Queen Mab

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders’ legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider’s web, The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams, Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love; O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court’sies straight, O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees, O’er ladies ‘ lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail Tickling a parson’s nose as a’ lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she—

Sogni di sesso e stage diving

Questo libro l'ho letterlmente divorato, e in quest'estae popolata solo da libri universitari è stato una boccata d'aria fresca. Inizia con due capitoli in cui mano mano conosciamo i personaggi ma le scene in cui li conosciamo sono dei pugni nello stomaco, scene crude a cui poi ci si abitua perchè si è portati a perdonare tutto aElfish, man mano che la si conosce si capisce il vero motivo per cui combatte questa battaglia lunga 69 capitoli, non solo per poter chiamare la sua band Queen Mab, ma sopratutto per poter mostrare a tutti, per prima a se stessa, che la regina Mab dispensatrice di sogni di cui parla Shakesperare per bocca di Mercutio è lei!

Il libro dimostra anche che sono moltissimi gli scrittori britannici, anche quasi dimenticati che parlano della levatrice delle fate, con ricchi riferimenti anche alla storia dell'antica Grecia, imperdibile è un battibecco a suon di citazioni tra Aaran, fratello di Elfish, e Cory amico della band avversaria. Un libro veloce ed appassionante, perfetto per questa calda estate!

Non vedo l'ora di leggere altri romanzi di Millar!

Se ne va un'altra pagina della letteratura

"Se dobbiamo avere dei segreti, lascia che a me restino segreti almeno i pensieri."

Fernanda Pivano (1917 – 2009)

Un clic al giorno

Ieri Alle falde del Kilimangiaro si parlava di rispetto della natura e consmo energetico, a conlusione è stato consigliato questo sito: The Rain Forest, cliccando lo sponsor devolverà il 100% per la protezione dell'ambinete della forseta pluviale, quindi un clic al giorno, per noi completamente gratuito ma totalmente utile. Inoltre per aiutare ancora di più ci sono molti gadget e oggetti che potrebbero essere delle idee realo doppiamente buone!