#filice

[daidegas]

1988 Jim Filice GP250, http://www.daidegasforum.com/forum/foto-video/583581-jim-filice-raccolta-foto-thread.html

[cfilice]

(via https://soundcloud.com/cfilice/when-it-gets-warmer?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=tumblr)

[simonfilice]

Grad Photos

[music4thebasshead]

Carmine Filice - Teraphy Ep - Out 01/02/2014 On Ruzzy Records Track: Carmine Filice - Physiotherapy (Original Mix)

[aglariel-braigeth]

Drabble: Long Search

It is habit, now, more than hope; he will not be here, just as he was not in any other of the places she has searched. No word has come from any land of Maglor, Macalaurë, the singer, her cousin with whom she has danced and laughed and fought and wept through years that seemed so long then, but so short now, when the Ages stretch out behind her, and only in those early precious fragments may she find his memory. She walks through lands winter-bare and bleak, and she is weary, for to refuse the pardon of the Valar is also to refuse a lifting of the Doom that lies upon her still. She stumbles upon the rough ground, and must sit to rest and regain her strength, for she has gone even farther this time, searched too long, and the road home will be a hard one. Her hair is wind-tangled, hanging about a face shadowed by years of grief. Her hair is well-braided, and there are flowers bound into it, above her laughing face as she bids her niece goodnight. "Don't go," Filicë whispers. "Last night I dreamed you." "What did you dream?" Alcarië asks kindly, smoothing hair as coppery-red as her own. "You were alone in a field. And you wanted help but there was no-one. You cried. Don't go there." Alcarië smiles and shakes her head. "Never fear, Filicë. I'm not going anywhere." She rises, and walks on, one thin hand clasped about a sword-hilt, as though to remind herself of the strength that once was hers. One day, perhaps, she will stop to rest and find herself unable to rise, but it must not be today. The search goes on.

[egofragile-blog]

Questo sono io, sempre dalla parte delle minoranze, per me l' Hip Hop lo è anche se si espande

-Kiave

[singingsimon-blog-blog]

Singapore Night by Simon Filice

Now That was a Singapore night. And damn, what a singapore fight, With a girl under sheets Running all over my body. And oh, how neat The sheets themselves became naughty. The sheets and hands Intertwined and all the same, Falling all over my body Inside of night there is no shame. They felt like one The intersection of each other, The hands and sheets were like a sister a brother. Tumbling around my being like rain drops at the beginning of a storm, Light and dancing to foreshadow what is to come. All I saw in the orange, light polluted sky was her form, A fragile piece of china in a kilm ready to be done.

Wanting, needing, both parties feelingsful, Simply defined as the opposite of feelingsnul.

Another Singapore night with love crafted under the moon. White, orange, and black Make up a sky like that. Love crafted but not shared, yet maybe begun. Who can ever say When two just want to play?