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when I'm dancing i feel free and I feel myself. It's an amazing feeling and it's my passion.I dance every time everywhere

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Theodoros Tomaras -  Nafpaktos -  Lepanto

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The Moody Blues - Melancholy Man 1970 (HQ)

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Theodoros Tomaras -  Nafpaktos -  Lepanto

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The Smiths - Panic (Official Music Video)

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ΛΟΥΔΟΒΙΚΟΣ ΤΩΝ ΑΝΩΓΕΙΩΝ ~ Νοσταλγία (2014)

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ΛΟΥΔΟΒΙΚΟΣ ΤΩΝ ΑΝΩΓΕΙΩΝ ~ Νοσταλγία (2014)

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ΛΟΥΔΟΒΙΚΟΣ ΤΩΝ ΑΝΩΓΕΙΩΝ ~ Νοσταλγία (2014)

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Γεννήθηκε το 1951 στα Ανώγεια της Κρήτης. Το όνομά του είναι Γιώργης Δραμουντάνης. Το ανακάλυψε ένα βράδυ στα Ανώγεια όπου τραγούδαγε με το μαντολίνο του ο Χατζιδάκις και από τότε τον γνωρίσαμε και εμείς ως Λουδοβίκο των Ανωγείων. - Το βλέμμα θέλει δυο Μι - είναι η καινούργια του δουλειά μετά από 5 χρόνια δισκογραφικής σιωπής !!!

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Sympathy-Rare Bird #3. *Top Of The Pops-70s*

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Sympathy-Rare Bird #3. *Top Of The Pops-70s*

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Theodoros Tomaras -  Nafpaktos -  Lepanto

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Sympathy-Rare Bird #3. *Top Of The Pops-70s*

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Theodoros Tomaras -  Nafpaktos -  Lepanto

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C-BooL - Magic Symphony ft. Giang Pham (Official Video)

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Download or Stream links here: http://bit.ly/2eRoBE7 C-BooL Facebook: http://bit.ly/1SV9tk3 C-BooL Instagram: http://bit.ly/1XM7vHf C-BooL Snapchat: C-BooL Booking C-BooL: interactions.booking@gmail.com Follow Giang Pham - AQA: http://bit.ly/2exGs7e C-BooL - Magic Symphony (feat.

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Yanni - Nostalgia - Live at Royal Albert Hall

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Yanni - Nostalgia - Live at Royal Albert Hall

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Theodoros Tomaras - Nafpaktos - Lepanto

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Yanni - Nostalgia - Live at Royal Albert Hall

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It's funny, because the senile old war veteran is the one who is actually panicking.

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Artist: David Bowie Song: Panic In Detroit Album: Aladdin Sane Lyrics Ah oooh He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man The only survivor of the National People's Gang Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph

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A Pocketful Of Sympathy - Poem by Alison Cassidy

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A Pocketful Of Sympathy - Poem by Alison Cassidy

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gr_asimakis.kafetzis

Is really rather wonderful
To stop a scratch from stinging
Or a bruise from black and bluing

A pocketful of sympathy
Can stop a heart from hurting
Or catch a tear that's falling
Like a raindropp down a cheek

A pocketful of sympathy
Costs absolutely nothing
It's the cheapest kind of plaster
That you'll ever ever find

And a pocketful of sympathy
Is like Lindsay's Magic Pudding
'Cos the more of it you give away
The more you leave behind

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Tears are words the heart can't say

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I know what the caged bird feels, alas!When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,And the river flows like a stream of glass;When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—I know what the caged bird feels! I know why the caged bird beats its wingTill its blood is red on the cruel bars;For he must fly back to his perch and clingWhen he fain would be on the bough a-swing;And a pain still throbs in the old, old scarsAnd they pulse again with a keener sting—I know why he beats his wing! I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—When he beats his bars and he would be free;It is not a carol of joy or glee,But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—I know why the caged bird sings!

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A Pocketful Of Sympathy - Poem by Alison CassidyA pocketful of sympathyIs really rather wonderfulTo stop a scratch from stingingOr a bruise from black and bluing-gr_pavlosA pocketful of sympathyCan stop a heart from hurtingOr catch a tear that's fallingLike a raindropp down a cheekA pocketful of sympathyCosts absolutely nothingIt's the cheapest kind of plasterThat you'll ever ever findAnd a pocketful of sympathyIs like Lindsay's Magic Pudding'Cos the more of it you give awayThe more you leave behind

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A Pocketful Of Sympathy - Poem by Alison CassidyA pocketful of sympathyIs really rather wonderfulTo stop a scratch from stingingOr a bruise from black and bluing-gr_pavlosA pocketful of sympathyCan stop a heart from hurtingOr catch a tear that's fallingLike a raindropp down a cheekA pocketful of sympathyCosts absolutely nothingIt's the cheapest kind of plasterThat you'll ever ever findAnd a pocketful of sympathyIs like Lindsay's Magic Pudding'Cos the more of it you give awayThe more you leave behind

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Enthousiasme - Poem by Victor Marie Hugo-Gogo 

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Enthousiasme - Poem by Victor Marie Hugo-Gogo 

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Enthousiasme
En Grèce ! en Grèce ! adieu, vous tous ! il faut partir !
Qu'enfin, après le sang de ce peuple martyr,
Le sang vil des bourreaux ruisselle !
En Grèce, à mes amis ! vengeance ! liberté !
Ce turban sur mon front ! ce sabre à mon côté !
Allons ! ce cheval, qu'on le selle !

Quand partons-nous ? Ce soir ! demain serait trop long.
Des armes ! des chevaux ! un navire à Toulon !
Un navire, ou plutôt des ailes !
Menons quelques débris de nos vieux régiments,
Et nous verrons soudain ces tigres ottomans
Fuir avec des pieds de gazelles !

Commande-nous, Fabvier, comme un prince invoqué !
Toi qui seul fus au poste où les rois ont manqué,
Chef des hordes disciplinées,
Parmi les grecs nouveaux ombre d'un vieux romain,
Simple et brave soldat, qui dans ta rude main
D'un peuple as pris les destinées !

De votre long sommeil éveillez-vous là-bas,
Fusils français ! et vous, musique des combats,
Bombes, canons, grêles cymbales !
Eveillez-vous, chevaux au pied retentissant,
Sabres, auxquels il manque une trempe de sang,
Longs pistolets gorgés de balles !

Je veux voir des combats, toujours au premier rang !
Voir comment les spahis s'épanchent en torrent
Sur l'infanterie inquiète ;
Voir comment leur damas, qu'emporte leur coursier,
Coupe une tête au fil de son croissant d'acier !
Allons !... - mais quoi, pauvre poète,

Où m'emporte moi-même un accès belliqueux ?
Les vieillards, les enfants m'admettent avec eux.
Que suis-je ? - Esprit qu'un souffle enlève.
Comme une feuille morte, échappée aux bouleaux,
Qui sur une onde en pente erre de flots en flots,
Mes jours s'en vont de rêve en rêve.

Tout me fait songer : l'air, les prés, les monts, les bois.
J'en ai pour tout un jour des soupirs d'un hautbois,
D'un bruit de feuilles remuées ;
Quand vient le crépuscule, au fond d'un vallon noir,
J'aime un grand lac d'argent, profond et clair miroir
Où se regardent les nuées.

J'aime une lune, ardente et rouge comme l'or,
Se levant dans la brume épaisse, ou bien encor
Blanche au bord d'un nuage sombre ;
J'aime ces chariots lourds et noirs, qui la nuit,
Passant devant le seuil des fermes avec bruit,
Font aboyer les chiens dans l'ombre.

En Grèce ! en Grèce ! adieu, vous tous ! il faut partir !
Qu'enfin, après le sang de ce peuple martyr,
Le sang vil des bourreaux ruisselle !
En Grèce, à mes amis ! vengeance ! liberté !
Ce turban sur mon front ! ce sabre à mon côté !
Allons ! ce cheval, qu'on le selle !

Quand partons-nous ? Ce soir ! demain serait trop long.
Des armes ! des chevaux ! un navire à Toulon !
Un navire, ou plutôt des ailes !
Menons quelques débris de nos vieux régiments,
Et nous verrons soudain ces tigres ottomans
Fuir avec des pieds de gazelles !

Commande-nous, Fabvier, comme un prince invoqué !
Toi qui seul fus au poste où les rois ont manqué,
Chef des hordes disciplinées,
Parmi les grecs nouveaux ombre d'un vieux romain,
Simple et brave soldat, qui dans ta rude main
D'un peuple as pris les destinées !

De votre long sommeil éveillez-vous là-bas,
Fusils français ! et vous, musique des combats,
Bombes, canons, grêles cymbales !
Eveillez-vous, chevaux au pied retentissant,
Sabres, auxquels il manque une trempe de sang,
Longs pistolets gorgés de balles !

Je veux voir des combats, toujours au premier rang !
Voir comment les spahis s'épanchent en torrent
Sur l'infanterie inquiète ;
Voir comment leur damas, qu'emporte leur coursier,
Coupe une tête au fil de son croissant d'acier !
Allons !... - mais quoi, pauvre poète,

Où m'emporte moi-même un accès belliqueux ?
Les vieillards, les enfants m'admettent avec eux.
Que suis-je ? - Esprit qu'un souffle enlève.
Comme une feuille morte, échappée aux bouleaux,
Qui sur une onde en pente erre de flots en flots,
Mes jours s'en vont de rêve en rêve.

Tout me fait songer : l'air, les prés, les monts, les bois.
J'en ai pour tout un jour des soupirs d'un hautbois,
D'un bruit de feuilles remuées ;
Quand vient le crépuscule, au fond d'un vallon noir,
J'aime un grand lac d'argent, profond et clair miroir
Où se regardent les nuées.

J'aime une lune, ardente et rouge comme l'or,
Se levant dans la brume épaisse, ou bien encor
Blanche au bord d'un nuage sombre ;
J'aime ces chariots lourds et noirs, qui la nuit,
Passant devant le seuil des fermes avec bruit,
Font aboyer les chiens dans l'ombre.

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Accept My Sympathy - Poem by Sylvia Chidi - Valia Thom

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Accept My Sympathy - Poem by Sylvia Chidi - Valia Thom

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In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you

In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy

You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy

You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy

You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy

You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy

You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy

You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy

Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses

Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy!

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Sympathy - Poem by Emma Lazarus- gr_kelly

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Sympathy - Poem by Emma Lazarus- gr_kelly

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Therefore I dare reveal my private woe,
The secret blots of my imperfect heart,
Nor strive to shrink or swell mine own desert,
Nor beautify nor hide. For this I know,
That even as I am, thou also art.
Thou past heroic forms unmoved shalt go,
To pause and bide with me, to whisper low:
"Not I alone am weak, not I apart
Must suffer, struggle, conquer day by day.
Here is my very cross by strangers borne,
Here is my bosom-sin wherefrom I pray
Hourly deliverance--this my rose, my thorn.
This woman my soul's need can understand,
Stretching o'er silent gulfs her sister hand."

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Theodoros Tomaras - Nafpaktos - Lepanto

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Theodoros Tomaras - Nafpaktos - Lepanto

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MICHAEL SEMBELLO "Maniac" Película: FLASHDANCE

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Theodoros Tomaras - Nafpaktos - Lepanto

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Produced by Corduroy Wednesday. Girl Panic! off the new album All You Need is Now Music video made for Duran Duran's music video contest. Shot in Memphis, Tennessee.

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Telle est la nostalgie : habiter dans les vagueset ne jamais avoir d’asile dans le temps.Et tels sont les désirs : dialogues à voix bassedes heures quotidiennes avec l’éternité.Et ainsi va la vie – jusqu’à ce que des heures de la veilles’élève la plus solitairequi, souriant autrement que ses sœurs,s’offre en silence à l’éternel.*Das ist die Sehnsucht: wohnen im Gewogeund keine Heimat haben in der Zeit.Und das sind Wünsche: leise Dialogetäglicher Stunden mit der Ewigkeit.* Und das ist Leben. Bis aus einem Gesterndie einsamste Stunde steigt,die, anders lächelnd als die andern Schwestern,dem Ewigen entgegenschweigt.That is longing: living in turmoiland having no home in timeand those are wishes: gentle dialogsof day’s hours with eternityAnd that is life. Until out of a yesterdaythe most lonely hour riseswhich, smiling differently than the other sisters (hours)silently encounters eternity

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Telle est la nostalgie : habiter dans les vagueset ne jamais avoir d’asile dans le temps.Et tels sont les désirs : dialogues à voix bassedes heures quotidiennes avec l’éternité.Et ainsi va la vie – jusqu’à ce que des heures de la veilles’élève la plus solitairequi, souriant autrement que ses sœurs,s’offre en silence à l’éternel.*Das ist die Sehnsucht: wohnen im Gewogeund keine Heimat haben in der Zeit.Und das sind Wünsche: leise Dialogetäglicher Stunden mit der Ewigkeit.* Und das ist Leben. Bis aus einem Gesterndie einsamste Stunde steigt,die, anders lächelnd als die andern Schwestern,dem Ewigen entgegenschweigt.That is longing: living in turmoiland having no home in timeand those are wishes: gentle dialogsof day’s hours with eternityAnd that is life. Until out of a yesterdaythe most lonely hour riseswhich, smiling differently than the other sisters (hours)silently encounters eternity

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Hi I am Chris from Greece !

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-Ντίλαν Τόμας : «Τη μελαγχολική μου τέχνη ασκώντας» Την μελαγχολική μου τέχνη ασκώντας,στην σιωπή της νύχτας,όταν μονάχο του φρενιάζει το φεγγάρι,κι οι εραστές ξαπλώνουναγκαλιά με τη θλίψη τους,παιδεύομαι το φώς να τραγουδήσω,όχι από φιλοδοξία ή για τον επιούσιο,ούτε για επίδειξη στο παζάρι των ταλέντωνσε φιλντισένια παλκοσένικα,μα για την αμοιβή την ελάχιστηαπ’ τα μύχια της καρδιάς τους.Κι έξω απ’ το φεγγάρι που φρενιάζειδεν γράφω τούτες τις σελίδες που αφρίζουνμήτε για τον άνδρα τον περήφανομήτε για τους νεκρούς που από ψηλά επιβλέπουνμε τ’ αηδόνια και τις ψαλμωδίες τουςμα για τους εραστές,που αγκαλιάζουνε αιώνων θλίψεις,που μ’ έχουνε γραμμένο,κι ούτε τους νοιάζει η μαστοριά κι η τέχνη μου.03μοντιλιάνι 

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-Ντίλαν Τόμας : «Τη μελαγχολική μου τέχνη ασκώντας» Την μελαγχολική μου τέχνη ασκώντας,στην σιωπή της νύχτας,όταν μονάχο του φρενιάζει το φεγγάρι,κι οι εραστές ξαπλώνουναγκαλιά με τη θλίψη τους,παιδεύομαι το φώς να τραγουδήσω,όχι από φιλοδοξία ή για τον επιούσιο,ούτε για επίδειξη στο παζάρι των ταλέντωνσε φιλντισένια παλκοσένικα,μα για την αμοιβή την ελάχιστηαπ’ τα μύχια της καρδιάς τους.Κι έξω απ’ το φεγγάρι που φρενιάζειδεν γράφω τούτες τις σελίδες που αφρίζουνμήτε για τον άνδρα τον περήφανομήτε για τους νεκρούς που από ψηλά επιβλέπουνμε τ’ αηδόνια και τις ψαλμωδίες τουςμα για τους εραστές,που αγκαλιάζουνε αιώνων θλίψεις,που μ’ έχουνε γραμμένο,κι ούτε τους νοιάζει η μαστοριά κι η τέχνη μου.03μοντιλιάνι 

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Hi ! I am Grigoris from Greece

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parfum "Egoîste" de Chanel Jean-Paul Goude 1990

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parfum "Egoîste" de Chanel Jean-Paul Goude 1990

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dimitris from greece ......

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Pub parfum "Egoîste" de Chanel Jean-Paul Goude 1990

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Aggelos from Greece and something about  tragedy.

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Sympathie is when someone is very friendly.

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Tragius is when something really sad happened to you or somebody

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Tragius is when something really sad happened to you or somebody

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M. M. Melancholia - Melencolia - Albrecht Dürer

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Symphaty,
With Sympathy begins a friendship that can be so valuable.
That is why in you your feeling, when it speaks to you , respects the harmony of sympathy.

Sympathie
mit Sympathie,
fängt eine Freundschaft an, die so wertvoll sein kann!
Darum achte in Dir dein Gefühl,wenn es zu dir spricht, von der Harmonie der Sympathie!( Dani Karl Lorenz)
E.K

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Los años arrugan la piel, pero renunciar al entusiasmo arruga el alma.

Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965) Filósofo, médico y escritor alemán.

The years wrinkle the skin, but renounce enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965) German philosopher, doctor and writer.

Carmen SP

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a situation or statement that seems impossible or is difficult to understand because it contains two opposite facts or characteristics(Gabriella-GR)

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αρχείο λήψης (1)

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Here you can check the TOP 10 paradoxes of all time(Gabriella-GR)

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The 10 Most MIND-TWISTING PARADOXES of All Time!

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katerina from Greece and there's something about panic

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For me, one of the best representations for this feeling is in this scene.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yo3qKhfO_V4
Mario Cruz Téllez

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Aris from greece and something about panic

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αρχείο λήψης

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Aggelos from Greece and something about nostalgia

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sadness that lasts for a long period of time, often without any obvious reason.(Gabriella-GR)

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something strange or not known that has not yet been explained or understood. (Gabriella-GR)

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Mystery is also a film genre.You can click the following link to find a list of mystery movies. (Gabriella-GR)

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11.

Annihilation (2018)
A biologist signs up for a dangerous, secret expedition where the laws of nature don't apply. Adventure | Drama | Fantasy | Horror | Mystery | Sci-Fi | Thriller

14.

Replicas (2017)
A scientist becomes obsessed with bringing back his family members who died in a traffic accident.

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11. Annihilation (2018) A biologist signs up for a dangerous, secret expedition where the laws of nature don't apply. Adventure | Drama | Fantasy | Horror | Mystery | Sci-Fi | Thriller 14. Replicas (2017) A scientist becomes obsessed with bringing back his family members who died in a traffic accident.

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a feeling of energetic interest in a particular subject or activity and an eagerness to be involved in it. (Gabriella-GR)

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αρχείο λήψης

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Nada es más útil al hombre que aquellas artes que no tienen ninguna utilidad.
Ovidio (s I dC)

Nothing is more useful to man than those arts that have no use.

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This is a film associated with nostalgia too. Click on the linck bellow to see more information about that flim. If you are interested you can see it (Alba - SP).

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Wild Strawberries is a 1957 Swedish drama film written and directed by Ingmar Bergman. The original Swedish title is Smultronstället , which literally means "The wild strawberry patch" but idiomatically signifies an underrated gem of a place, often with personal or sentimental value.

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Representative picture (Alba - SP)

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This song is related with nostalgia. It's from an spanish singer called Beret. Here I let you the song translated to english. I hope you like it (Alba - SP).

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No copyright infrigement intended. I think it's a pity the amount of people who can't understand these amazing lyrics, so I translated it :3 Me pareze una pena la cantidad de gente que no puede entender la letra de esta canción,asi que la traduje :3 Si tienen alguna sugerencia ,dejenla en los comentarios.

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This girl suffer a fit of hysteria because she can't sing like the singer in the original song (Alba - SP).

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Una niña que se altera por no poder cantar con el tono de voz correcto

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https://www.facebook.com/pages/Leandro-Rey-/251898801531696 , DALE EN ME GUSTA Y TIPO PUBLICAEN MI PAGINA QUE RE ONDA ES PARA CONOCERSE :D CANTA LINDISIMO LA PODRIDA ! JJ :$ ALGUN DIA LE VA A SALIR UN POKITO MEJOR AUNEKSEA JJ!

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Now I want to post this represantive photograph (Alba -SP):

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In my opinion this song represent really well this feeling. You will probably know about both singers. I hope you enjoy it (Alba - SP).

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If you like reading books, here you have some of them about the topic of "fanaticism". Click on the link bellow (Alba - SP).

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Books about Fanaticism | What Should I Read Next?

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Books about Fanaticism | What Should I Read Next?. Register for free to build your own book lists

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Here we have a sentence from Voltaire with is relationated with fanaticism and how he saw this feeling.
“In a word, let us contemplate the horrors of fifteen centuries, all frequently renewed in the course of a single one; unarmed men slain at the feet of altars; kings destroyed by the dagger or by poison; a large state reduced to half its extent by the fury of its own citizens; the nation at once the most warlike and the most pacific on the face of the globe, divided in fierce hostility against itself; the sword unsheathed between the sons and the father; usurpers, tyrants, executioners, sacrilegious robbers, and bloodstained parricides violating, under the impulse of religion, every convention divine or human — such is the deadly picture of fanaticism.” (Alba - SP)

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This song it's related with fanaticism. It was the Official song of the world cup in 2010 (Alba - SP).

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Waka Waka (Esto es Africa) (Cancion Oficial de la Copa Mundial de la FIFA� Sudafrica 2010)

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This is exotic for me because is a foreing dance. (Lucía Fernández Gómez - SP)

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Panic! At The Disco: Emperor's New Clothes [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

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Panic! At The Disco's official video for 'Emperor's New Clothes.' New album Death Of A Bachelor available now on DCD2 / Fueled By Ramen.

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Sadness is the pleasure of being sad.
Janire Sp

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Déjame ser tu viajero personal
toma mi mano, hay mucho por recorrer
fundamos en el camino nuestro abstracto
y naveguemos el sinfín.
Déjame ser tu viajero personal
sincerando nuestro núcleo
permitamos el afecto mutuo
oponiendo disputa alguna.
Déjame ser tu viajero personal
visitemos ese denso bosque de pasión
no te preocupes si oscurece
aferro tu mano, no la soltaré. ...
(Lucía Fernández Gómez - SP)

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Sadness
Janire Sp

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El egoísta se ama a sí mismo sin rivales.

Cicerón (106 AC-43 AC) Escritor, orador y político romano.

The egoist loves himself without rivals.
Cicero (106 BC-43 BC) Writer, speaker and Roman politician.

Carmen SP

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The sharm, animal passion, is also a selfish passion. But it does not stop being our better opportunity to escape of the selfish feel. (Lucía Fernández Gómez - SP)

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Tram wires cross Melbourne skies
cut my red heart in two
my knuckles bleed down Johnston street on a door that shouldn't be in front of me

Twelve thousand miles away from your smile
I'm twelve thousand miles away from me
standing on the corner of Brunswick
got the rain coming down and mascara on my cheek

Oh whisper me words in the shape of a bay
shelter my love from the wind and the rain
Crow fly be my alibi
and return this fable on your wing
take it far away to where gypsies play
beneath metal stars by the bridge
Oh write me a beacon so I know the way
guide my love through night and through day
Only the sunset knows my blind desire for the fleeting
only the moon understands the beauty of love
when held by a hand like the aura of nostalgia

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Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo- Nostalgia

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There is a new solo version of Nostalgia on Emily's new album "The Toerag Sessions" - http://smarturl.it/thetoeragsessions This track is the version of Nostalgia taken from the album "Despite The Snow" Download on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/dts-itunes Purchase CD: http://smarturl.it/ytDTScd The track was subsequently re-recorded with composer Martin Phipps and used as the theme to BBC crime drama "Wallander" starring Kenneth Branagh, which won a BAFTA for best TV soundtrack.

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Nothing is so sweetly as the mother land and the own parents, though one has in strange and distant land the most opulent mansion.
Homer