AoBi, 36 anni
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CHE FACCIO? In Chaos I Rule!
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some musical theory compendia
HO VISTO
A billion gallons of floating Beer!
And even more!
STO ASCOLTANDO
Well, i list what i frequently listen to:
Amorphis
Annihilator
Anthem
Arcturus
Atheist
Borknagar
Cynic
Death
Dimmu Borgir
Haggard
Halford
Judas Priest
Nevermore
Nightwish
Sadus
Sirenia
Slayer
Testament
Within Temptation
Skyclad
Motörhead
Queensryche
Uriah Heep
Grand Funk
Yes
Ronnie J. Dio (truly a god!)
Poison
Skid Row
Billy Cobham
Joe ’Satch’ Satriani
Mozart
Bach
Liszt
Sibelius
ABBIGLIAMENTO del GIORNO
office/stage/wherever:
All in Black
ORA VORREI TANTO...
A BED
(woman included is better)
STO STUDIANDO...
a soul most difficult equilibrium
OGGI IL MIO UMORE E'...
Sadly i can’t explain what i’m feeling with any kind of beer...
ORA VORREI TANTO...
ORA VORREI TANTO...
ORA VORREI TANTO...
PARANOIE
Nessuna scelta effettuata
MERAVIGLIE
1) salire su un grande palco con la mia band
2) Birra spinata perfettamente servita alla giusta temperatura... Aahh!
3) Loris Capirossi qundo gareggia (specialmente sulla Ducati)
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008 - ore 12:56
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
rise the sun
whirling flashes all around
of light and fears gone by
the time has come to breathe
start to race
moving silent on the ground
of tears and pain ruled by
the strike to your believes
so take the soul that stands across the line
reveal the play we’ve seen as real
no more the stars or footlights colour the stage
the fallen curtain writes the end
catch the prize
shinig mantle for your life
of sweat and cries caused by
sly thorns behind facades
drop the dime
freezing reasons and the sound
of love and hate passed by
your bill for life is paid
so take the soul that stands across the line
the world outside you know is not real
replace the heartbeat with the silence of death
the fallen curtain writes the end
- Berna -
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