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Oggi cucino, un uncino,
lo cucino come un piccione
peccato che quest'uncino, e'
grosso come un grissino!!
Lo guarnisco con il salame,
giusto un biccher di vino
lo servo su un piatto nero...
Piccione, grissino, salame,
vino...
Ma che minchia scrivo...ma
che dico vero?!?!?!?
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Situazione sentimentale
single
Lingue conosciute
Inglese, Spagnolo, Tedesco
I miei pregi
Tanti
I miei difetti
Altrettanti
Amo & Odio
Tre cose che amo
La pancetta sensuale nelle donne
Non sottovalutare le persone..
..xchè alcune nn se lo meritano...Giocare!
Tre cose che odio
I piedi non curati.
Litigare senza fare l'amore subito dopo.
LE PELLICCE E GLI ALLEVATORI DI MORTE
I miei interessi
Vacanze Ok!
Campeggio
Vacanze Ko!
Spirituale
Passioni
Arte
Cucina
Fotografia
Musica
Metal
Hip hop
Cucina
Piatti italiani
Libri
Narrativa
Erotici
Sport
Arti marziali
Film
Horror
Libro preferito
La compagnia dei Celestini, Stefano Benni
Meta dei sogni
Isole tropicali in generale, Germania
Film preferito
Alta fedelta di Nick Hornby
Quanti spioni??
Sober - Tool
Theres a shadow just behind me. shrouding every step I take. Making
every promise empty. pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a
stalking butler, who upon the finger rests. Murder now the path of
must we, just because the son has come. Jesus, wont you fucking
whistle. something but the past and done. Why cant we not be sober?
I just want to start this over. Why cant we drink forever? I just
want to start this over. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an
imbecile. I will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave. I will
work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down. Mother mary,
wont you whisper. something but the past is done. Why cant we not
be sober? I just want to start this over. Why cant we sleep
forever? I just want to start this over. I am just a worthless
liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. trust in
me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up
and leave. Trust me. trust me. trust me. trust me. trust me. Why
cant we not be sober. I just want to start things over. Why cant we
sleep forever. I just want to start this over. I want what I
want... I want what I want... I want what I want... I want what I
want...
The Noose - APC
So glad to see you well Overcome and completely silent now With
heaven's help You cast your demons out And not to pull your halo
down Around your neck and tug you off your cloud But I'm more than
just a little curious How you're planning to go about Making your
amends to the dead To the dead Recall the deeds as if They're all
someone else's Atrocious stories Now you stand reborn before us all
So glad to see you well And not to pull your halo down Around your
neck and tug you to the ground But I'm more than just a little
curious How you're planning to go about Making your amends to the
dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping
down [repeated] Your halo slipping down to choke you now
Slipknot - Vermillion Pt 2
She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame. All the
torment and the pain Leaked through and covered me I'd do anything
to have her to myself Just to have her for myself Now I don't know
what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad She is
everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The
unattainable, She's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to
make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't
know what to do when she makes me sad. But I won't let this build
up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let
this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me A
catch in my throat choke Torn into pieces I won't, no! I don't
wanna be this... But I won't let this build up inside of me I won't
let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of
me I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't
make her real She isn't real I can't make her real
Incubus - I miss you
To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian
dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be
out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell
your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone
ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss
you.
