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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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martedì 14 luglio 2015 - ore 14:23
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
When you feel the urge to satisfy your needs but the happiness perceived by others is less than the suffering you cause, is it better to force events or to accept the sentence no actions done further?
And it is, or it is not, a matter of when to rejoice?
Only when by fate the moment is yours? Or have you to get it by yourserlf?
So the riddle in your mind has the taste of a sentence born by a distant storming wind:
Which is the right way?
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martedì 30 marzo 2010 - ore 17:19
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Not a disease
her company you feel from birth
through life to death
hunger to her embrace
yet still denying your love
for the sweet pain she give
you lie in her lap
the urge of a child in need
of emptyness and sorrow
never waits for you
never forsakes you
Loneliness is her name
- Berna -
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venerdì 3 aprile 2009 - ore 16:09
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
’Is it right to view reality from behind an emotical veil? Or have we to be more pragmatic as possible?
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domenica 22 marzo 2009 - ore 20:46
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
’surely society force us to create masks to protect our inner self, but how many masks cover something real? How many of us have been replaced by their coverage? And how many times have we consciously tried to reveal ourselves?’
I cannot help but ask and look at what happens...
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venerdì 23 gennaio 2009 - ore 13:05
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
...den eneste ensomhet har fortvile...
- Berna -
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giovedì 22 gennaio 2009 - ore 13:10
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
farewell from the past 
photo manipolation by mayamara
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mercoledì 14 gennaio 2009 - ore 12:08
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
’Life is strange: we gain something in the moment in which we lose something else.
So, that’s the point: Can we ever gain both?’
- Berna -
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venerdì 9 gennaio 2009 - ore 10:05
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
’When Sex is Love?
When Love is Sex?
...
And Who is that figure under the bed?’
- Berna -
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mercoledì 17 dicembre 2008 - ore 17:19
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
tears are falling
in the middle of the mist
where the clearness of the sky is unseen
no sounds are coming
from the figure in the sand
as the soul lies apart, with the dead ones
- Berna -
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mercoledì 27 agosto 2008 - ore 15:18
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
red the sky burned by the color of the sun
irradiates of light every dark places
but all that i can see are
senseless figures on the ground
what remains are some lost souls and pain
so that’s the world we have gained with our blood
we’ve built a prison for the souls of our sons
regrets , no more time
reflect , you waste your life
remember what we are born for
- Berna -
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