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Età: 33 -
Città: Affi -
Provincia: Verona
Regione: Veneto - Nazione: Italia |
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48 caratteri di in(-)esistenza
Ma anche quest'ultimo in fondo vale quel che vale, perchè dopo tutto e semplicemente: noi non siamo.
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Spot#2: Per chi ama le parabole
Mi descrivo
Spazio amici
Amo & odio
Tre cose che mi piacciono
la luna
la ginnastica onirica
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Tre cose che odio
Odiare la luna
distrarmi durante la ginnastica onirica
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Gli sport preferiti
Gen. musicale
Gen. cinematografico
Letture preferite
Mi piace la cucina
La vacanza OK
La vacanza KO
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Stato civile
Il mio film preferito
Il mio libro preferito
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Spot#1: Per chi è un vero romantico
Those nights we had and the trust we lost
The sleep that fled me and the heart I lost
It all reminds me
Just how callous and heartless the true cowards are
And I write this for the loveless
And for the risks we take
I'll take my love to the grave
As tired and worn it is
I'll take my love to the grave
Spot#3: Per chi preferisce l'Utensile Bosch
Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father* give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.
Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
Where there's one you're bound to divide it right in two.
Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason,
And this is what they choose?
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys.
Give them thumbs, they forge a blade,
And where there's one they're bound to divide it right in two.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys.
Give them thumbs, they make a club to beat their brother down.
How they've survived so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.
Gotta divide it all right in two.
Fight till they die over sun, over sky,
They fight till they die over sea, over air,
They fight till they die over blood, over love,
They fight till they die over words, polarizing.
Angels on the sideline again,
Benched along with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering where this tug of war will end.
Gotta divide it all right in two.
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