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Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. So I took what's mine by eternal right. Took your soul out into the night. It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, My heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used to be I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping for a while. I'd be the father of your child. I'd spend a lifetime with you. I know your fears and you know mine. We've had our doubts but now we're fine, And I love you, I swear that's true. I cannot live without you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. And I still hold your hand in mine. In mine when I'm asleep. And I will bare my soul in time, When I'm kneeling at your feet. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow. I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow. I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow. I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow

un po' cadeva il buio, un po' cadeva la neva

Buon anno,
iniziato con un sottofondo misterioso e romantico di neve: la neve, che cade sul ponte Carlo di una Praga deserta, ad attutire i passi di una coppia ammutolita dal mistero del labirinto della città, dell'anno nuovo, della vita nuova che la aspetta al di là del ponte.
La neve, che cade sui tetti di Milano e sembra proprio non volercisi fermare, su quei tetti sporchi, affollati eppure romantici.
La neve, sugli aghi di quel che resta di un fantastico natale, là sul balconicino in un piccolo bosco di meraviglie e stupori nascosto tra i comignoli, le tegole e il cemento, in compagnia di qualche piccione infreddolito.