Si chiama libro. Si può leggerlo senza bisogno di uno schermo.

Le pagine sono tutte accessibili e non scompaiono in caso di mancanza di corrente.

E' più leggero di un portatile. Non sarà obsoleto il mese prossimo.

E lei può anche prestarlo a suo padre senza dovergli spiegare come usarlo.

See the sky, let's explore it's hue.

Tide is high, time for your debut.

Like a ship, you must leave this bay.

On this trip you'll learn love today.

The time has come to take a dare.

Maiden voyage first affair.

Set your sails to cast away.

Chart your course of love today.

Now we're clear, homeward bound are we.

Listen dear, as you sound your sea.

Soon you'll cry lovely thoughts you'll say.

Sail on high, you'll learn love today.

Lita:
If I want to see theatre I go see a play
With no singing and dancing to get in the way
Theatre is language and that should be all
Music belongs at the Carnegie Hall
Not a reason on Earth as far as I know
To write, mount and open a musical show...

The story is moving chock full of suspense
The plot takes a twist and the mood is intense
Then someone sings a song like this!
It doesn't make sense
Puh-leeze

I hate musicals!
I hate the new shows, they're nothing but sets
I miss the Von Trapp kids the
Sharks and the Jets
Unplug those keyboards give me real clarinets
Miss Otis says with no regrets

I hate musicals
There doesn't seem to be a shred of anything new
The hottest shows were all composed by late '62
Now if you want to create a sensation
Use a Hollywood star and amplification
And whether the show is a hit or a flop
They sell T-shirts and caps with their logo on top

So even though you hate the show
At least you can shop
At a musical
I hate the genre
It's all second rate
When forced to see this dreck I always come late
From overture to curtain call it all turns me off
I sit there and cough the whole night long

'Cause I hate musicals
But not as much I hate this song!

How I hated Phantom down to each candelabra
I took the book along and read through Les Misera-bleh
When it comes to subtlety the
Brits fall a hair short
If I want helicopters I'll go to the airport

So keep your chorus lines of Gypsys and Mames
I'd rather see a flick or bowl a few frames
No matter who is satarring I'm never enticed
It's way over-priced and I won't pay
I hate musical but I fear they're here to stay

Yes, I hate musicals
But not as much I hate ballet!

The show The Phantom of the Opera contains a number called Think of me, sung by the characters Carlotta, Christine and Raoul. In the original London cast of The Phantom of the Opera Sarah Brightman played and sang the role of Christine, and thus she sang part of Think of me; Carlotta was played by Rosemary Ashe and Raoul by Steve Barton.
At a concert in Tokyo in 1998 Sarah sang a solo version of Think of me which has most of her original lyrics plus some other lyrics. The lines that differ are from the version of the song as sung in the USA & Canada staging of the musical [thanks to Luis Artola for this info]. Below follows on the left the original lyrics of Christine's part and on the right the lyrics of the solo Tokyo-version. In between the two are the lyrics of the USA & Canada staging of Phantom of the Opera [thanks to Luis Artola for these lyrics].
The original London cast recording is also released on Sarah's CD Encore (2002).
 
 
Sarah Brightman -- Think of me
original lyrics & on Encore
USA & Canada version
Sarah's solo Tokyo-version
Christine
Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.
 
When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find 
a moment,
spare a thought
for me ...
 
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember,
stop and think
of me ...
 
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been ...
 
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
 
Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.
 
Recall those days,
look back 
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...
 
Raoul
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
 
What a change!
You're really
not a bit
the gawkish girl
that once you were ...
 
She may
not remember
me, but
I remember
her ...
 
Christine
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging 
as the sea -
but please
promise me
that sometimes
you will think
ah-ah-ah-ah-aaah-of me!
Christine
Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
every so often - 
promise me
you'll try.
 
On that day
that not so
distant day
when you are far away
and free,
if you ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me ...
 
 
And though it's clear
though it was,
always clear
that this was never meant
to be
if you happen to
remember,
stop and think
of me ...
 
 
Think of August
when the trees were green -
don't think about the way
things might have been ...
 
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
 
Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.
 
Think of me 
please say you'll
think of me
whatever else you choose
to do
There will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...
 
Raoul
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Brava! ... Brava!
 
Long ago!
it seems so long ago.
How young and innocent
we were ...
She may not remember me
but I remember her ...
 
 
 
 
 
Christine
Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade ...
they have their seasons so do we ...
But please promise me that sometimes
you will think of me. 
 
Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
every so often - 
promise me
you'll try.
When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find 
a moment,
spare a thought
for me ...
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember,
stop and think
of me ...
Think of August
when the trees were green -
don't think about the way
things might have been ...
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.
Recall those days
look back 
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...
Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade ...
they have their seasons so do we ...
But please promise me that sometimes
you will think of me. 
 
 
Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lyrics: Charles Hart, Richard Stilgoe
Original show: "The Phantom of the Opera" (1986).

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Siamo tutti preoccupati per quello che può succedere. Di sicuro aumenterà la disoccupazione e entreremo in una dura recessione. Ci saranno pochi soldi in giro e se li terranno ben stretti le banche. Ma può essere anche un anno con i suoi lati positivi. Molti giornali di partito chiuderanno dopo aver raccontato balle per decenni con i soldi pubblici. Consumeremo di meno e quindi inquineremo di meno. Il prezzo degli immobili precipiterà come è avvenuto in Spagna e in Inghilterra. La febbre del mattone scenderà e salveremo qualche prato, qualche angolo d’Italia. Può essere l’Anno del Risveglio, forse un po’ brutale per alcuni, in cui ci renderemo conto che non possiamo delegare le nostre vite con una croce su un simbolo elettorale, ma dobbiamo informarci, partecipare in prima persona alla cosa pubblica, dall’inceneritore sotto casa, alle leggi vergogna come lo Scudo Fiscale. Partecipare o essere schiavi. Capiremo che questa è una scelta, non un destino. E dipende da noi.

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