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" What music do ?".... A response from verbs in English and Foo Fighters

"What music do you listen?"
Here's a question that really gets me in trouble already ... yes because it is difficult to give answers to questions are so general that even if we get then is something that I care particularly, and then I would be as exhaustive as possible .. in short, a mess! "I piaccciono all kinds of" here is an answer that I can not stand but when it's my turn to respond I can not help but give the same answer and there is nothing worse for me than to give an answer that I do not like, that does not convince me fully .... but it's true, that I like mainly rock, but not only, in fact I also like rap, Italian music, that dated, today, the electronics .... in fact I like pretty much everything! And so whenever I find myself asking, "but with ' it is possible that I like all kinds? " and it was something that gave me an annoyance to panic ... But then the other day talking with a person I found the solution to this dilemma is all about the difference between the two verbs in English, feel and hear. With the verb "feel" means "hear" but is told by an emotion, a mood while "hear" refers to listening with your ears (to hear a noise, hear) ... . So I finally figured out, I like all kinds because I feel the music and not listening!
To explain better, because the words are not very good, listen to this song

Foo Fighters - Best Of You
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But now think of the story, that he was dropped from the girl and seeing her with another wonders if "Is someone getting the best, the best of you, you feel stupid" I'am your fool "But at the same time the anger is rising because he is tired" I'm no fool I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new "... is the moment of anger, bitterness, hatred mixed at times to despair ... here, now try hear in this version, put in your, your story and if you will be turning up the volume and shout it means that you understand (I hope) what I meant first

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A story on Hysteria by Muse

It was 19:23, 16 November 1998, I remember perfectly 'time because I had I just watched the clock and already I had to understand this fact that I'd changed my life .. because it changed my life!
.. looked up I saw the clock in the midst of all the people in your eyes .. blacks, but a strange black, necessary that was whiter than white can not be around them, but that black was something unique .. they were sweet but at the same time decided they were innocent but at the same time experts ... had a light, usually of a light that does not belong to black ... I had not always been the first blacks were probably blue or green as the sea water in Greece but also with the passage of time, disappointments, experiences, friendship, love ... but a little 're-emergence of their color imagery ... still great, do not forget that, despite everything!
Your character, my character, our relationship, everything can be summed up in what happened immediately thereafter, surprised because usually when someone looking at these looks away, embarrassed and with the conviction that she was discovered .. but you do not, you are left there, stop looking at me as if it were the most natural thing in the world .. one second, minute, hour, year, certainly for a lifetime ... a polaroid hanging on the wall of my heart! Then your friend takes you Mooring, whispers something in his ear, you turn and you go, as you do follow you with his eyes, waiting for a gesture to tell me "hey it was for you ... next time approached! "but you nothing, you go away your hair, your jacket along to the knees, your ass ...
The next two weeks I passed without thee and to fantasize on you, to rebuild everything about you from some small clue, those friends a little 'pussy that clash with your coat a little' alternative, the flat shoes .. and then I thought of your eyes, bright as ever in the black I had seen and to a sentence of Max Pezzali "I mind my own that I remember the one with those big eyes that you told me it's too nice" .. because you were so beautiful and I think the more beautiful but ... but when you meet the eyes like you have to be ready, ready to put everything on the table, knowing that when all is done everything will be different .. ready to touch the sky with a finger and then wait for a message that will not come ... ready know that will not be forever, because those like her do not stop those like her are always there, in the pitch .. you can touch but not grasp .. but you know that she is not able to say, say it, but know that things are not exactly like her .. gets into your blood with his gaze, with his body, with its scent will flow through your veins .. .. will control the beating of your heart .. but you never know what she eats for breakfast or ice cream she likes you .. enjoy the moment, the king of the world feel when you see a beautiful girl lying in your arms but you know that you suffer, suffer and do things you never thought that even labeled as "pathetic" .. like me now, disanza a year I find myself in this hotel room and .. I do not know what time and what day it is, has no more ..

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E 'Monday morning and there was a good omen to start the week ...

Vanessa da Mata & Ben Harper Boa Sorte / Good Luck Official
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