LADY DIANA

Ieri sera mentre stavo facendo il mio dovere da casalinga, STIRAREEEEEEEEE (che odio), guardavo Lucignolo e hanno fatto vari servizi carini, dalla bella vita in Sardegna alla morte della principessa Diana....

Bene io mi domando, perchè non la lasciano riposare in pace questa povera donna?

Sono passati 11 anni quasi dalla sua morte e continuano a dire oscenità nei suoi confronti....

Era una donna con un cuore enorme....un cuore d'oro....non possiamo continuare a tormentarla....a diritto al suo riposo....

La causa della sua morte è ancora da accertare? ci sono tanti buchi neri e bisogna indagare?

Bhe dietro a questa storia, secondo me, ci sono persone potentissime che non faranno mai venire a galla la verità, percio' chiudiamo questo caso e lasciamola riposare....

Goodbye, England's Rose; may you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself, where lives were torn apart.
You called out to our country, and you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to Heaven, and the stars spell out your name.

And it seems to me you lived your life, like a candle in the wind:
Never fading with the sunset, when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here, along England's greenest hills;
Your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will.

Loveliness we've lost; these empty days without your smile.
This torch we'll always carry, for our nation's golden child.
Even though we try, the truth brings us to tears;
All our words cannot express the joy you brought us through the years.

And it seems to me you lived your life, like a candle in the wind:
Never fading with the sunset, when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here, along England's greenest hills;
Your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will.

Goodbye, England's Rose; may you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself, where lives were torn apart.

Goodbye, England's Rose, from a country lost without your soul,
Who'll miss the wings of your compassion, more than you'll ever know.

And it seems to me you lived your life, like a candle in the wind:
Never fading with the sunset, when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here, along England's greenest hills;
Your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will.

CIAO PRINCIPESSA