Un sacco di città e cibi con Chojin.... Bellissimo!
STO ASCOLTANDO
Nessuno....Solo me stesso!
ABBIGLIAMENTO del GIORNO
The world around me! Heaven will come next!
ORA VORREI TANTO...
Vorrei solo riuscire ad essere quello che in realtà sono...
STO STUDIANDO...
Come vivere ogni giorno in ogni suo momento, ogni suo istante
OGGI IL MIO UMORE E'...
Non sono una persona speciale. Sono un uomo normale con pensieri normali e una vita normale. Non ci sono monumenti dedicati a me, il mio nome sarà dimenticato. Ma in una cosa sono riuscito in maniera assolutamente eccezionale: ho amato una donna con tutto il cuore e tutta l’anima... per me questo è sempre stato sufficiente.
ORA VORREI TANTO...
ORA VORREI TANTO...
ORA VORREI TANTO...
PARANOIE
Nessuna scelta effettuata
MERAVIGLIE
Nessuna scelta effettuata
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Sunday, June 10, 2007 - ore 11:36
All men are heroes
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Semplicemente oggi manca un mese esatto al mio compleanno!!!
E vi lascio con questa canzone a mio parere bellissima.
Dry County
Across the border they turn Water into wine Some say it’s the devil’s blood They’re squeezing from the vine Some say it’s a saviour In these hard and desperate times To see it helps me to forget That we’re just born to die
I came here like so many did To find the better life To find my piece of easy street To finally be alive And I knew nothing good comes easy all good things take some time I made my bed I’ll lie in it To die in it’s the crime
You can’t help but prosper Where the streets are paved with gold They say the oil wells ran deeper here than anybody’s known Now I packed up on my wife and kid And left them both back at home
See there’s nothing in this paydirt The ghosts are all I know Now the oil’s gone And the money’s gone All the jobs are gone Still we’re hangin’ on
Down in dry county They’re swimming in the sand Praying for some holy water To wash these sins from off our hands In dry county The promise has run dry Where nobody cries And no one’s getting out of here alive
In the blessed name of Jesus I heard a preacher say That we are all God’s children And He’d be back, back someday And I hoped that he knew Something as he drank that cup of wine I didn’t have too good of a feeling As I head out to the night
I cursed the sky to open I begged the clouds for rain I prayed all night for water For this burning in my veins It was like my soul’s on fire And I had to watch the flames All my dreams went up in ashes And my future blew away
Now the oil’s gone And the money’s gone All the jobs are gone Still we’re hangin’ on
Man spends his whole life Waiting praying for some big reward But it seems sometimes The payoff leaves you feeling Like a dirty whore If I could choose the way I’ll die Make it by the gun or knife ’Cause the other way there’s too much pain Night after night after night after night
