Abba Mamma Mia Musical Songs Novels & Stories

I'm here I'm here, I'm here, You won't be able to hide I'm that secret You won't be able to forget I'm that gesture If I echo in your heart Then why are you surprised When it comes to your heart I'm the sound for it Listen if you can To the language of heartbeats I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Beyond borders and helplessness I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here It's just me and only me In your thoughts I'm in your answers I'm in your questions In each and every dream of yours I'm present In the radiance of your sight I'm present You see me Wherever you look I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, Musa started to sing the lyrics an

or like how her father wrote it on the back of his torn-up music book —Alla Mia Amata. The music was a puzzle to her, but she had learned to love it as it was Alejandro's piece. Why would her papa dedicate a piece of music to her mom that sounded like he wanted to kill the piano? It was supposed to be a love song. Love songs should be played softly and gently. More so, love songs shouldn't be danced to the way Margaux was madly moving. Her steps were rapid and powerful as she absorbed the anger of every heavy tone. She was in tune with the rhythm.

I trailed out. “Oh shut up, Serena. You have no idea how this. . . “ she said. I couldn’t ignore the fact that she looked confused. For a moment, I even pitied her. “And, as for you, Aida. You can’t possibly be mother. So…? Goodbye.” She said, without hesitation. At that instant, I heard mum mutter some words. It had a tune. I then realized. . . It was a song. The one by Marley. That same song dad had taught myself and mum. I remembered her singing it to Francesco and Francesca too. Whenever they had cried, she had always assured them both with this song.

“Hello, my little bundle of joy! I know you fuss when I don’t sing you your favorite lullaby. Here it is then:” “Bella stella dimmi tu Cosa vedi da lassù Bella stella dimmi tu Cosa vedi da lassù Da quassù io vedo te Da quassù io vedo te E racconto cose belle Imparate tra le stelle. Mama loves you, my little one. “ The tape stopped, and the only thing that remains is the rewind of the tape and then an eerie silence in the room.

Hush my little babies, Dont say a word, Mom's going to buy you a mocking bird, And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mom's going to buy you a diamond ring, And if that diamond ring don't shine, Mom's going to buy you a pretty doll, Hush my little babies, Don't say a word. Mom sang "I love you girls". She turned off the lights n left. Why do I feel like I have that song before? I wondered n slept off. Hmm isn't Something fishy about ria??

Mahira’s eyes stung with unshed tears as she looked adorably at her little sack of joy “No, why should I miss you Mama, you were here right next to me, Tama slept next to Mama every night, Tama also sang songs for Mama,” she kissed Mahira on her lips "I sang lullllllaaabis like sleep my baby sleep, close your bright eyes from the cartoon that I watch, and you would smile when I sang that lullabi," she cutely spoke in her babyish tone, still unable to pronounce lullaby Mahira felt a rush of emotions course through her as she instantly felt calm and complete in heart as her baby coddled on with her sweet words

You gave me strength to go on There were so many times Looking back when I was so afraid And then you'd come to me and say to me I could face anything And no one else can do What you have done for me You'll always be, you will always be The girl in my life, ooh, oh Mama, mama, you know I love you (You know I love you, you know I love you) Mama, mama, you're the queen of my heart (you are) Your love is like tears from the stars (Your love is like tears from the stars) Mama, I just want you to know (ooh, mama I just want you to know) Lovin' you is like food to my soul Never gonna go a day without you Fills me up just thinking' about you I'll never go a day without my mama Mama, mama, you know

The last page faced up, and my handwriting was there — shaking and barely readable. "Mommy, my chest is really tearing apart." ""I really didn't lie... Mommy, it hurts too much." “Mommy, I love you. I'm sorry. But please believe me just once, okay?” "Please don't leave me." “Mommy, I think I am dying. I am sorry. I'm sorry for all the lies.” A sound came out of Elena that didn't sound like a person. She lurched back and her spine hit the bookshelf. A vase shattered across the floor and she didn't look at it.

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

“¿Qué hacen, eh? Why are you all fighting over the screen?” Mamá appears at the edge of Fiona’s frame and immediately snatches the phone. Her face fills the screen, eyeliner on point, hair pulled back neat. “Mi vidaaaas,” she coos. “Max, Issa, come on, show Abuela, have you eaten yet?” “Eating,” Max answers through a mouthful, visual evidence included. Issa lifts her chicken to the camera. “Look, Abuela, Mama cook chicken. Not burnt.” “HEY,” I protest.