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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.

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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

  1. Una serata con amici/ascoltare musica
  2. Leggere/strimpellare la chitarra
  3. Viaggiare/ASCOLTARE/La cioccolata, quella vera

Tre cose che odio

  1. Fumare/i talk show/le persone presuntuose
  2. Violenza/Il calcio/l'ignoranza
  3. Indiscrezione/i giudizi gratuiti/maleducazione

I miei interessi

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  • Settimana bianca

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  • Crociera
  • Passioni

    • Fai da te
    • Viaggi
    • Lettura


    • Rock
    • Soul


    • Piatti italiani
    • Veggy


    • Saggi
    • Storici


    • Tennis
    • Sci
    • Nuoto


    • 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...


    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
    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

    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.


    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


    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
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