Zinc Treatmenttoe Fungus

relocating

This virtual space is becoming every day more pleasant place to be, which allows me to translate in a "visible" to the emotions aroused in me music.
Slowly I'm trying to add other features, perhaps not related to music, such as the counter, the "record web pages" or the clock, making the blog more fancy ...
A further step would be to customize the graphics and everything else associated with it but unfortunately the server "Blogspot", although they have many options, does not allow a 360 °, but only according to preset patterns .. One solution would be to switch to "Splinder" but here are hampered by a practical problem: the maximum number of letters in the name of the blog and can not exceed 15 "lamusicachemigiraintorno" exceeds the significantly (24!) .. I do not like abbreviations like "lamusicachegira" or "lamusicaintorno" and then fail to fulfill my plans to "move" and stay here!

The title of the post is not only a verb but also as a gerund Loredana Berte 'album of 1982, many of the songs were written by Ivano Fossati .. Among them the most famous is certainly "I'm not a Mrs. "Festivalbar of that year led to wearing a wedding dress (which had enough scandal !!!). I'm sorry to say but in my opinion this song, along with "Winter sea" of the following year, is the last piece of a successful singer Calabria. I do not know what, in later years, did not have permission to affect other memorable pieces as "You're beautiful," "Dedicated," "It knocked the moon" and the two previous ones, of course, all dating back to the '70s and early '80s.

The haste of the heart
E 'is already a new
That behind a newspaper is changing views

And the evil of the day
E' a few miles south
Del Muio
back of my
But it's a good morning flight Inside a planar
the worst Motel
of this "carretera"
of this life-dancehall
It 's a flight to glide
to be nailed to the wall crucifixes here

But remember now as I'm not a lady

An all-star
in life I'm not a lady
But that war is never
After
Oh no, I have no ...
that I have a silver leaf
Born of a fallen tree here
And that would chase the wind
But that does not make it
Oh but what a bad effort
falling a few feet away from my misfortune

From my fear
It 's a flight to glide
to be remembered for not being able to fly here

But how remember now ...
I'm not a lady with an all-star

in life I'm not a lady
But that war is never over

I'm not a lady with too many signs
A life
Oh no, oh no ... I'm not a lady