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Friday, May 12, 2006 - ore 09:55
Eh.
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Devo ancora rendermene completamente conto. Perņ che bello.
Stasera si festeggia a base di Scimmie Artiche al Vox di Modena, ed č il terzo concerto in sei giorni. Una media discreta. Nel frattempo, in mezzo a tutto il caos che sta sconvolgendo il mondo del calcio, noi vinciamo per il secondo anno di fila la nostra onesta e pulita coppettina. Tante cose entusiasmanti e divertenti, perņ ho il raffreddore. Che palle.
Hefner - May God protect your home (1999)I’m tired of boys who fight with girls and stain their sheets,
And girls who tell stories of boys and graze their knees,
And where did you get to smell so sweet,
Is that sweetness for me,
And where did I find these eyes that I found,
They will surely let me down.
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
And flows over your collar bone down to your breast,
Where my hand lies ever so gently.
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.
There’s a lady who cries and builds a shrine for a miscarried child,
And a small boy who cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.
I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes and a heart so contentedly wise and
tired,
And now I bathe in the light of the most beautiful angel this side of the sun.
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