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Credo di essere una persona molto rilassata, tranquilla, che ama viaggiare quando ha il tempo e adora leggere. Quando posso una scappatina in teatro la faccio sempre volentieri e amo le donne, non solo in "quel senso" ma soprattutto perchè trovo che siano esseri fantastici, di gran lunga migliori di noi uomini e assolutamente da ammirare godendone ogni sfaccettatura.
Su di me
Situazione sentimentale
fidanzato/a
Lingue conosciute
Inglese
I miei pregi
Rilassato in generale, riflessivo, ho un certo senso dell\'umorismo, sono sempre disposto al dialogo e al confronto e sono un ottimo ascoltatore.
I miei difetti
A volte: testardo, permaloso e a volte ho bisogno di stare solo nel senso pieno. Mi arrabbio raramente ma quando accade è meglio che mi si stia lontano, lo so è deplorevole ma è così.
Amo & Odio
Tre cose che amo
Una serata con amici/ascoltare musica
Leggere/strimpellare la chitarra
Viaggiare/ASCOLTARE/La cioccolata, quella vera
Tre cose che odio
Fumare/i talk show/le persone presuntuose
Violenza/Il calcio/l'ignoranza
Indiscrezione/i giudizi gratuiti/maleducazione
I miei interessi
Vacanze Ok!
Settimana bianca
Vacanze Ko!
Crociera
Passioni
Fai da te
Viaggi
Lettura
Musica
Rock
Soul
Cucina
Piatti italiani
Veggy
Libri
Saggi
Storici
Sport
Tennis
Sci
Nuoto
Film
Documentario
Fantasy
Libro preferito
Il piccolo Principe
Meta dei sogni
capitali europee, Germania
Film preferito
Il cacciatore
La Cura
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Peter giovane...
Dogs
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes
closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as
you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
Dogs part 2
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have
sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping
malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of
this
maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the
winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
Fantastici...
Summer '68
Would you like to say something before you leave?
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We said goodbye before we said hello
I hardly even like you
I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago
The music was too loud
From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Not a single word we said
Delights still without fears
Occasinally you showed a smile
But what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon
The wind of '95
My friends are lying in the sun
I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town
Another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man?
Just you let me know
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Goodbye to you
Charlotte Kringles too
I've had enough for one day
Sheep
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away,
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out, there may be dogs about.
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen things are not what they
seem.
What do you get for pretending the dangers not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel.
What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want
He makes me down to lie.
Through pastures green
He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets.
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
trough quiet reflection and great dedication,
master the art of karate,
lo, we shall rise up,
and then wéll make the buggers eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a sream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
march cheerfully out of obscurity unto the dream.
Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead!
You better stay home and do as you're told,
get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Pigs (three Different Ones)
Big man, pig man
Ha ha charade you are
You well-heeled bigwheel
Ha ha charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Alrnost a Joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "Keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Bus stop rat bag
Ha ha charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Ha ha charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hatpin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Hey you, Whitehouse
Ha ha charade you are
You house-proud town mouse
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry