Eight or eight hundred years now is all the same......................
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Natale Tobiano, 57, born on April 1, 1958 and passed away on May 27, 2015. We will remember him forever.
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Leave a tributeEight or eight hundred years now is all the same......................
7 times around the Sun
Enjoying life and having fun
Even though you are truly missed
(More so when I'm really pissed)
I see your smile when I close my eyes
And know that in this universe there are no goodbyes
I love you Nat ❤
Many blessings Nat ❤
Nat & Sofi dropped by yesterday. They are exquisitely happy. Celebrate life is their message to us all. C U NaT
Love you
Hope that covid did not send any friends your way.
CU Natale Tobiano
Now I have finally made it, and I imagine you beaming down at me with that amazing smile of yours and telling me how clever I am, It will be two years since you left next week... still feels very recent to me at times.
Got back to Weipa yesterday... Term two begins tomorrow. The Luffa I planted is in flower now, bright,yellow and happy looking... just wanted to let you know xxx.
For ever missed
We call to Fire to come to this place and protect us.
Fire is power, Fire is passion, bound by heart.
We honour you.
We call to Air to come to this place and protect us.
Air is breath, Air is flight, bound by heart.
We honour you.
We call to Earth to come to this place and protect us.
Earth is strength, ancient one, bound by heart.
We honour you.
We call to Water to come to this place and protect us.
Water is life, we drink the Water of life, bound by heart.
We honour you.
From my heart
Ulla
He is where he wants to be
I only have my sadness as
He is not here for me
Would that we all could know
someone who knew love so
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die
Jason & Yas
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Eight or eight hundred years now is all the same......................
Son Of Frankincense Invite
Many a poor innocent song was murdered at the kitchen table at Scott Street.
Dear little tunes like 'Heart and Soul' and 'St. James Infirmary' were ritually slaughtered for our own Bacchanalian pleasures. But out of the chaos was born creation...
Several songs were written, but this was my favourite.
One of Nat's many brains effortlessly laid out the bones on the table. Pete Roberts worked hard to flesh them out with three verses of lyrics and a chorus. I worked up a sweat dressing the beast with ukulele tinsel and shoved a bolt though it's neck as a fashion statement.
The atmosphere was then charged with the burning of Dragons Blood, Frankincense and a little wafer of Myrrh. Consume we did many glasses of Rum of the Red and behold, out of the vacuum of our minds, enough zero point energy brought the beast to life... life I say.
I must not reveal the most interesting recordings of the creation due to colourful language constraints. But the beast lives on, restless still, in the online Tomb of one Natale Tobiano. A simple ukulele rendition of the song, Summer. It's under the audio tab. Please enjoy.