Friday, January 28, 2011

Rotel Chicken Pasta Commercial

Forty-nine years of the 69 Negramaro

Stefano
Today you I wish you so blatant, you who hate the web, the Internet and mass communication and love only your personal little kingdom.
Husband Titanic, you're getting ready to take the road of fifty years, and maybe I'll have to resign next year to give you a cake with a young twenty year old inside (given the statistics on involutions men of that period) ...
But for now, since I have a good year to stay calm, be content with my words full of affection, esteem and gratitude ... because in the end you are the only man able to stand completely and to keep faith all the promises that I do. You
solemn reassuring and protective and your charm and your beauty, to my amazement, not fade away despite the 'insidious age.
Since I'm with you, that is, as always, I learned that you are a rare example of people involved and consistent and you know you spoil me even more than I've had in the past.
With you fulfill every desire and I can take any company, even if you are very demanding and exclusive and do not like to share with the world.
But after years of passion and that of symbiosis, we have recently concluded that of personal growth and each of us has learned to respect the wishes and interests of the individual by giving space and time never budgeted before.
I hope that in our fourth decade together is that of pure fun, I would say that this year we started to great .... hope to go on.
With the love and the spirit of warrior always

Anna






Saturday, January 22, 2011

Abiotic Factors Of Great White Shark Habitat

House, not just a song



There is a train that passes
Home
that trembles and the sky bows
brambles on the waiting

and a chill runs along the back of shit

years are probably just a bruise

is the life that passes
is in your heart that trembles
is my body to lean on your nerves
Canvas bones

are branches and leaves are already dead
not get more air to the head


that matter to us?
then who cares?

much time passes and as the train will pass


another direction that no one will ever know
that matter to us?
then who cares?
as the train passes and will



there is a train that passes between the memories and turns back
blood

this evening sky and dives into the mud as I
cream
I stay in ' shadow


drawn on canvas is the life that passes
is your ass that is my body trembles

drowning in a sea of \u200b\u200bwax crystal bones

son dies and the last leaf
these years of shit are
just a bruise

life is passing
is in your heart that trembles
is my body to lean on your nerves
Canvas bones

are branches and leaves are already dead
not get more air
head


not matter that it's worth more than
from
not worth it I do not want to die

among the ghosts turn

I do not want to disappear among the ghosts Autumn
I just want to sleep as it does
nell'aututnno

off already this summer in your eyes has gone off as the train passes


there is a train that passes
this train is passing
a train passes us ...