 | | |
| | |
|
Spaces home  *.♥ღ(¯`•ღ°Fe°The°Boss°ღ•...PhotosProfileFriendsMore |  Tools   |
*.♥ღ(¯`•ღ°Fe°The°Boss°ღ•´¯)ღ ♥ .•*"Le note come colpi scalfiscono, incrinano la mia anima..."
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
July 07 .Drops Of Jupiter
Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey Since the return from her stay on the moon She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey Tell me did you sail across the sun Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there Now that she's back from that soul vacation Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey Now that she's back in the atmosphere I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way And tell me, did Venus blow your mind Was it everything you wanted to find And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back toward the Milky Way July 03 . If I Were You
(Perché sprecare inutili parole
quano una canzone ti legge nel cuore...)
you look for all thats wrong instead of all thats right does it feel good to you to rain on my parade you never say a word unless its to complain its driving me insane if i were you holding the world right in my hands the first thing i'd do is thank the stars for all that i have if i were you look what surrounds you now more than you ever dreamed have you forgotten just how hard it used to be so whats it going to take for you to realize it all could go away in one blink of an eye it happens all the time
if i were you if i were you holding the world right in my hands the first thing i’d do is thank the stars above tell the world i love that i do if i were you so whats it going to take for you to realize it all could go away in one blink of an eye it happens all the time holding the world right in my hands the first thing i’d do is thank the stars above for the world i love take a breath and enjoy the view live the life that i’ve wanted to if i were you
...Spero che TU lo legga...
June 22 Red CappuccetStoria bellissima
Secchioni prego astenersi
A long, long (very long) time ago there was a little girl called Cappuccet Red. One mattin, her mam dissed: "Cappuccet, take this cest to the nonn, but warning to the Lup, he is terrible and very very affamated. Torn prest, good luck and in bock of the Lup". Cappuccet, didn't comprended so much but she prended the cest and obbedied. Cammining cammining in the bosk (with the cest) she incontered the Lup: "Hi little girl, where do you go?" - Asked the Lup "I go to the Nonn with this cest, which is full of chocolate, caramels, mirtills and lampons!" - risponded Cappuccet. ".Pork the mignott" - dissed the Lup (maybe is an expression like "what a big colp of cul I had!" ), so prended one scuse and affretted himself vers the house of the Nonn. Arrived at the house of the Nonn, the Lup suoned the campanell, entred, balzed on the bed and manged the Nonn, so indossed the sottovest, the night-berret, the occhials and waited Capuccet with the cest. Cappucett was lent, lent. very lent and arrived at the house of the Nonn two hours later and entered (with the cest, of course). When she vided the Nonn (note: it was the Lup, not the Nonn!!!) chiesed: "Nonn, what a big eyes you have, do you have the congiuntivity? Do you need some colliyr?" (she was a little retarded) "Oh, no. - Dissed the Lup-Nonn - they are to see you better! "But Nonn, - insisted Cappuccet, who was a little stupid - what big orekks you have. Do you have the orekkions?" So the Lup-Nonn a little infastidited resposed: "No, my little little girl. They are to hear you better!!!" "But. But my dear Nonn. - Continued Cappuccet, dur like a block of marm - what big bock you have." And the Lup, stressed and a little incazzed, salted form the bed and urled: "It is to mang you better!!!" And manged the little girl in one boccon. Out of the house of the Nonn, there was a Cacciator of Frodo (probably a little city near the house of the Nonn): he vided all the accadut and pensed: "Puttan the govern - (a modern espression of surprise) - a Lup. His pellic costs so much! This is like a tern at the lot!" So, spinted only by the compassion of the little girl and the poor Nonn, he entered in the house, imbracced the coltell and after a little combattiment squarted the Lup's panz, stand attend not to rovin the pellic. And from the panz salted out the Nonn (still alive) and Cappuccet (still rincoglionited). The Cacciator vended the pellic of the Lup and gudagned a casin of money. The Nonn and Cappuccet divided what there was in the cest and all lived happy and content. (But maybe not the Lup.)
June 17 happy tree familyCome direbbe ale... Oh my Goodness!!!!!!!
Questi cartoni animati sn deleteri e potenzialmente incitanti alla violenza...
CIOE'
SN BELLISSIMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vi prego guardatelo fino in fondo... fa morire!!!
(poco adatto ai deboli d cuore!!!)
June 09 Promemoria"He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.
The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.
And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.
The freest song comes not through bars and wires.
And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open
but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul
whose windows are from dawn to dawn.
...
Would that I were a reed trodden under foot,
for that were better than to be a lyre of silvery strings
in a house whose lord has no fingers
and whose children are deaf".
Kahlil Gibran
 June 07 ONE REPUBLIC
STOP AND STARE
This town is colder now, I think it’s sick of us Stop and stare They’re tryin to come back, all my senses push Stop and stare What u need, what u need… Stop and stare
June 01 Siamo solo noi...Tutti in piedi sul divano...
Il sindaco del
Mugello
vince ancora
e suona la sua nona sinfonia
 chapeau anche a Corsi e Simoncelli
che portano l'Italia sul podio in tutte le categorie
3PRIMI 3ITALIANI
lo dice Vasco
SIAMO SOLO NOI
May 27 Intervento liberamente SCOPIAZZATO dal blog della CharlParis enchantéé 2008 (EHEH... le foto sono + in basso!!)
cosa non dimenticherà CarliEcco cosa non dimenticherò di questo capodanno:
E per finire, ultimi ma più importanti:
"...Sous le ciel de Paris ...
Ecco cosa manca nella lista... (particolari che carli ha dimenticato... o volutamente omesso??)
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Invite as friend
