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......Mai tornare indietro, neanche per prendere la rincorsa... -Andrea Pazienza-

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single

Lingue conosciute

Inglese, Francese

I miei pregi

Aver coscienza dei miei difetti..

I miei difetti

Fortunatamente tanti, mi sono da stimolo per migliorarmi..... Estremamente complicato nella mia semplicità

Amo & Odio

Tre cose che amo

  1. Animali e natura = il silenzio degli uomini
  2. Il suono della pioggia
  3. Fischiettare quando sono di buon umore, sempre

Tre cose che odio

  1. Essere italiano, ragni e visigoti
  2. L'indifferenza e il pressapochismo
  3. I primi tre mesi dell'anno, i funghi, il fumo

I miei interessi

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    • Musica
    • Fotografia
    • Trekking

    Musica

    • Alternative
    • Folk

    Cucina

    • Piatti italiani

    Libri

    • Biografie

    Sport

    • Calcio e calcetto
    • Basket

    Film

    • Documentario

    Libro preferito

    Moby Dick, l\'Antologia di Spoon River, il booklet dell\'album \"Da Solo\" di Vinicio Capossela

    Meta dei sogni

    Scandinavia, Islanda

    Film preferito

    Big Fish, Forrest Gump....Spongebob il film!! :-)

    Is this the sense of life?



    think about...

    Ciò che sono

    Un capitano Achab in un mare senz'acqua, alla continua ricerca della sua Moby Dick:

    “Nave gloriosa fino alla morte, devi tu perire senza di me?
    Oh solitaria morte di una vita solitaria!
    Riversatevi ora qui arditi flutti della mia vita trascorsa
    e coronate questo grande maroso della mia morte.

    Io mi volgo verso di te, mostro
    fino all’ultimo lotto con te.
    Dal cuore dell’inferno io ti trafiggo
    in nome dell’odio io vomito su di te l’ultimo respiro!
    Legato a te dannata balena, così io getto le armi”

    A Secret Message To You

    This is what I made
    Made it just for you
    It's better than a letter
    I'm sending it to you

    It is made of wood
    Mud and salt and glue
    I wanted to build it big
    And sail away with you

    This is where the wood
    Started to get loose
    And this is where I painted little deer
    A secret message to you

    It's tiny sail that I cut from a magazine
    With the letters of your name
    I want to see it go
    It wishes it was in the sea tonight

    And I weighed it with an anchor
    Just an eraser
    It is really much too small to use
    I ran out glue

    You could put it in the water
    And pretend that I am there with you
    Sailing in the sea together
    Me and you...

                            -Devics-

    Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect

    And here I dreamt I was a soldier
    And I marched the streets of Birkenau
    And I recall in spring
    The perfume that the air would bring
    To the indolent town
    Where the barkers call the moon down
    The carnival was ringing loudly now
    And just to lay with you
    There's nothing that I wouldn't do
    Save lay my rifle down

    And try one, and try two
    Guess it always comes down to
    All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

    And I am nothing of a builder
    But here I dreamt I was an architect
    And I built this balustrade
    To keep you home, to keep you safe
    From the outside world
    But the angles and the corners
    Even though my work is unparalleled
    They never seemed to meet
    This structure fell about our feet
    And we were free to go

    And try one, and try two
    Guess it always comes down to
    All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this way

    And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
    I will be buried with my marionettes
    Countess and courtesan
    Have fallen 'neath my tender hand
    When their husbands were not around
    But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
    And how you are furrowed like a lioness
    And we are vagabonds
    We travel without seatbelts on
    We live this close to death

    And try one, and try two
    Guess it always comes down to
    All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this
    But I won, so you lose
    Guess it always comes down to
    Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

                         -The Decemberists-
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