sexta-feira, 12 de abril de 2013

Fly me to the moon

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter or Mars
In other words, hold my hands
In other words, darling, kiss me


Fill me heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You're all I long for, what I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you...

Fly me to the moon

Cicada's Noise

Unlike most people's thinking, Cicadas doesn't live only two weeks or so...It does live about 30 years.
These 30 years are spent in the ground of course, only climbing trees when its reproduction time arrives. 

A few moments later, it will die. But also, this death time, it's the time for a masterpiece choir.

That's why this noise will be the title of this blog. Cause I admire it. 

The Cicada's noise