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non ho uno stile preciso...direi che tocca un po’ tutti i generi...Figlia dei fiori,fighettina,scazzata,vamp....in poche parole mi vesto alla cazzo di cane....però con stile!
ORA VORREI TANTO...
Un fender Jazz Bass....
STO STUDIANDO...
e la Tesi!!
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Sei un tipo iroso, ti arrabbi molto facilmente, ma non perchè lo fai di tua volontà , perchè "sono gli altri che ti fanno arrabbiare", hai pochi amici veri perchè con la maggior parte di loro hai chiuso i rapporti, magari solo per orgoglio o perchè non sei riuscito a dimostrare loro quanto davvero ci tenessi. Consiglio: hai uno scudo di cemento armato, difficile da scalfire ma dentro hai un cuore d’oro, hai solo bisogno di trovare la persona giusta per te e di capire i motivi che ti rendono così arrabbiato con te stesso, pensa al tuo passato, magari alla tua famiglia
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"La vita è quello che ci accade mentre siamo impegnati a fare altri progetti...."
QUESTO è UN ELENCO DI MARCHE CHE FAVORISCONO LA VIVISEZIONE.PRENDETENE NOTA E BOICOTTATELE:
Sono una persona complicata che vuole vivere semplicemente
il mio patato peloso
"Davvero non m’importa se sei saggia. Sii bella e triste.IL pianto al volto aggiunge incanto, come il bel fiume al propio paesaggio: ringiovanisce i fiori il nubifragio.
Specie quando la gioia se ne fugge dal tuo volto accigliato t’amo,e quando sprofondi in uno stato cupo e sul capo indugia la nera nuvolaglia del passato.
T’amo quando quei tuoi grandi occhi versano lagrime calde come il sangue,quando, pur se ti sto cullando, l’angoscia greve e persa un grido come d’angoscia diffonde.
E aspiro-gioia estrema, inno di godimento- tutti i singhiozzi del tuo petto,e sento che nel tuo cuore la luce ora trema delle perle che dagli occhi tuoi scendono." "Madrigale triste" C.B
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martedì 25 settembre 2007 - ore 13:58
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Aiuto...oggi è ufficalmente il compleanno della mia migliore amica quindi AUGURI PATATINIIIII!!!....questa sera festa....peccato che sia da giovedì sera che stiamo festeggiando non stop...mi viene male...ormai nelle vene non ho più sangue...ho birra!!! ....va beh vado a prepararmi psicologicamente ascoltando la nostra song....magari mi tornano le energie!
"If it makes you happy" SHERYL CROW
I’ve been long, a long way from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And drank til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo’s rifle, Marilyn’s shampoo And Benny Goodman’s corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I’d never give up
If it makes you happy It can’t be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad
You get down, real low down You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn’t been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread And serve you french toast again
Well, o.k. I still get stoned I’m not the kind of girl you’d take home
If it makes you happy It can’t be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad
We’ve been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything’s wrong?
If it makes you happy It can’t be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad
Tornata...stanchezza e tanto sonno...soprattutto voglia di ritornare su...ho appena disfatto la valigia...desperatio maxima...devo ancora scaricare le fotografie...mi sento tutta scombussolata,sono totalmente sfasata....inoltre avendo una settimana di nulla facere prima dell’inizio delle lezioni ho più tempo per pensare..it’s no good...devo trovare un diversivo...basta pensare...ho pensato fin troppo....voglio stare in standby per un bel po’...adesso pensiamo solo ai preparativi della festa di domani che è meglio...
"Save tonight" EAGLE-EYE CHERRY
Go on and close the curtains cause all we need is candle light You and me and a bottle of wine going to hold you tonight Well we know I’m going away and how I wish, I wish it weren’t so So take this wine and drink with me let’s delay our misery
Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow tomorrow I’ll be gone
Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow tomorrow I’ll be gone
There’s a log on the fire and it burns like me for you Tomorrow comes with one desire to take me away it’s true It ain’t easy to say goodbye darling please don’t start to cry Cause girl you know I’ve got to go, oh Lord I wish it wasn’t so
Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow tomorrow I’ll be gone
Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow tomorrow I’ll be gone
Tomorrow comes to take me away I wish that I, that I could stay Girl you know I’ve got to go, oh Lord I wish it wasn’t so
Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow tomorrow I’ll be gone
Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow tomorrow I’ll be gone
Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow tomorrow I’ll be gone
Save tonight and fight the break of dawn Come tomorrow tomorrow I’ll be gone tomorrow I’ll be gone tomorrow I’ll be gone tomorrow I’ll be gone tomorrow I’ll be gone
Save tonight Save tonight Save tonight Save tonight
P.S. ho notato che anche mettendo il semaforo arancione il bavoso di turno che rompe c’è sempre...allora tanto vale lasciarlo verde...
Allora facciamo il punto della situation: *esame fatto e passato con successo(28...ma quanto secchia sono!! ) *valigia fatta *vestitini bavaresi presi * batterie per la macchina fotografica comprate dirrei che c’è tutto...ci si rivede il 23....quindi....
I don’t care if Monday’s blue Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too Thursday I don’t care about you It’s Friday I’m in love
Monday you can fall apart Tuesday Wednesday break my heart Thursday doesn’t even start It’s Friday I’m in love
Saturday wait And Sunday always comes too late But Friday never hesitate...
I don’t care if Mondays black Tuesday Wednesday heart attack Thursday never looking back It’s Friday I’m in love
Monday you can hold your head Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed Or Thursday watch the walls instead It’s Friday I’m in love
Saturday wait And Sunday always comes too late But Friday never hesitate...
Dressed up to the eyes It’s a wonderful surprise To see your shoes and your spirits rise Throwing out your frown And just smiling at the sound And as sleek as a shriek Spinning round and round Always take a big bite It’s such a gorgeous sight To see you eat in the middle of the night You can never get enough Enough of this stuff It’s Friday I’m in love
Nuooooo!!! ho trovato una delle cose più trash che abbia mai sentito nella mia vita!!! una canzone d’amore pseudo-rap in tedesco!!! non c’è mai limite al peggio....
Mmmhh adesso avrei tanta voglia di bermi il cappuccino con il caramello di starbucks....o di camminare per strada con un bel maglione di lana...basta sole...non ne posso più di sole....va beh vado a consolarmi con un po’ di sano shopping!
"Cemetry Gates" THE SMITHS
A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side While Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones All those people, all those lives Where are they now ? With loves, and hates And passions just like mine They were born And then they lived And then they died It seems so unfair I want to cry
You say : "’Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" And you claim these words as your own But I’ve read well, and I’ve heard them said A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more) If you must write prose/poems The words you use should be your own Don’t plagiarise or take "on loan" ’Cause there’s always someone, somewhere With a big nose, who knows And who trips you up and laughs When you fall Who’ll trip you up and laugh When you fall
You say : "’Ere long done do does did" Words which could only be your own And then produce the text From whence was ripped (Some dizzy whore, 1804)
A dreaded sunny day So let’s go where we’re happy And I meet you at the cemetry gates Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So let’s go where we’re wanted And I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side But you lose ’Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine
No ma dico io...ti pareva se non capitava a me? ero troppo felice di andare a Londra...infatti...non ci vado più!! e soprattutto se non andavo io fino in segreteria secondo voi mi diceva qualcosa qualcuno? una telefonata? una misera lettera di 2 righe? Noooo siamo pazzi? i soldi delle nostre tasse universitarie devono essere spesi in altro modo...tutto questo per dire che...mi hanno rimandato lo stage....non si sa a quando...o marzo o addirittura settembre dell’anno prossimo....praticamente mi laureo e devo ancora fare questa menga di stage....e pensare che mi ero già spiritualmente preparata a vivere da sola per 2 mesi...sigh.....
"Monster" THE AUTOMATIC
Brain fried tonight through misuse Through misuse, through misuse You can’t avoid static abuse Abuse, abuse
Without these pills you’re let loose You’re let loose, you’re let loose Take off, get out, no excuse No excuse, no excuse
What’s that coming over the hill Is it a monster? Is it a monster? What’s that coming over the hill Is it a monster? Is it a monster? What’s that coming over the hill Is it a monster? Is it a monster? What’s that coming over the hill?
Confused, mind bruised, it seeps out It seeps out, it seeps out Face down, home town looks so grey Looks so grey, looks so grey
Convexed you bend, twist and shout Twist and shout, twist and shout Stand up brush off get moving Get moving, get moving
What’s that coming over the hill Is it a monster? Is it a monster? (x4)
Face down, home town, face down, home town Face down, home town, it looks so grey (x4)
What’s that coming over the hill Is it a monster? Is it a monster? (x4)
Ahhhhh che bello!!! è tornata la mia patatiniii!!!quanto mi era mancata!!! finalmente qualcosa inizia a girare per il verso giusto...poi la data dell’esame si avvicina e con quella anche la data della mia prima dipartita....mi manca sempre più l’aria in questa città....
"Jenny don’t be hasty" PAOLO NUTTINI
You said you’d marry me if I was 23 But I’m one that you can’t see if I’m only 18 Tell me who made these rules Obviously not you Who are you answering to?
Oh, Jenny don’t be hasty No, don’t treat me like a baby Let me take you where you’ll let me Because leaving just upsets me
I’ll be around again to see the other men They’re more adequate in the age department I did not think you cared. There’d be no problems here But now you’re looking at me like you’re disgusted Then I’m definitely waiting for you to smile and change your mind Then I’ll say I’m sorry and I’ll wrap my arms ’round your body I really hope that you forgive in a hurry And don’t just ask me to leave
Oh, Jenny don’t be hasty Don’t treat me like a baby Let me take you where you’ll let me Because leaving just upsets me
Oh, Jenny you are crazy! First I’m perfect, then I’m lazy And I was calling you my baby Now it sounds like you just left me. And it kills me!
Domenica...la mia giornata di depressurizzazione.... Oggi il mondo lo lascio fuori dalla porta....
"300 mph torrential outpour blues" THE WHITE STRIPES
I’m bringing back ghosts That are no longer there I’m gettin’ hard on myself Sittin’ in my easy chair Well, there’s three people in the mirror And I’m wonderin’ which one of them I should choose Well, I can’t keep from laughin’ Spittin’ out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues
I’m breakin’ my teeth off Tryin’ to bite my lip There’s all kinds of red-headed women That I ain’t supposed to kiss And it’s that color that never fails To turn me blue So I just swallow it and hold on to it And use it to scare the hell out of you
I have a woman ’Says come and watch me bleed And I’m wonderin’ just how I can do that And still give her everything that she needs Well, there’s three people in my head that have the answer And one of them’s got to be you But you’re holding tight to it -- the answer Singin’ these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues
Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm On this winter night Everytime you get defensive You’re just looking for a fight It’s safe to sing somebody out there’s got a problem With almost anything you’ll do Well, next time they stab you don’t fight back just play the victim Instead of playin’ the fool And the roads are covered with a million Little molecules Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered With pieces of pencil eraser too Well sooner or later the ground’s gonna be holdin’ all Of my ashes too But I can’t help but wonder if after I’m gone will I still have these three hundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin’, battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues
One thing’s for sure: in that graveyard I’m gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes
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....va beh vado a prepararmi psicologicamente ascoltando la nostra song....magari mi tornano le energie! 
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