From the movie Rome Adventure (1962), the main song Al di la ("Beyond"). The song is in Italian with subtitles in Portuguese.
She is Suzanne Pleshette. He is Troy Donahue. The singer is Emilio Pericoli.
I don't believe is possible for me to say these words... Beyond the most precious possession, there you are Beyond the most ambitious dream, there you are Beyond the most beautiful things, Beyond the stars, There you are, beyond There you are, for me For me, only for me.
Beyond the deepest sea, there you are Beyond the end of the world, there you are Beyond the infinite turn, Beyond life, There you are, beyond There you are, for me.
_________________________ This a spiritual thing and I am the laughing Buddha sitting on top of the world. Donnalee.
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"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." Henry David Thoreau
His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" Jesus answered, "Neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him. " John 9:2-3
Two by a great artist. The first one goes out to Natalie for strength:
Bob Marley Get Up Stand Up
And my wish for the world:
Bob Marley One Love
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"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." Henry David Thoreau
His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" Jesus answered, "Neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him. " John 9:2-3
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"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." Henry David Thoreau
His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" Jesus answered, "Neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him. " John 9:2-3
Y a dans le sud de la Louisiane Et dans un coin du Canada Des tas de gars, des tas de femmes Qui chantent dans la même langue que toi
Mais quand ils font de la musique C'est celle de Rufus Thibodeaux Ils rêvent encore de l'Amérique Qu'avait rêvée leur grand-papa
Qui pensait peu, qui pensait pas
Tous les Acadiens, toutes les Acadiennes Vont chanter, vont danser sur le violon Sont Américains, elles sont Américaines La faute à qui donc? La faute à Napoléon!
_________________________ This a spiritual thing and I am the laughing Buddha sitting on top of the world. Donnalee.
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