Abc Alcohol California

Destination? One choir

Tartaruga d'acqua emergo pigramente in superficie... Gocciola il tempo prima dello scroscio, sa di attesa. Piano arriva il momento di partire, lo annusi e senti che e' ora, come poco prima of a storm, when saturated with the scent of electricity '. In front there is a question mark, and the strong emotion that gives you 'the strength to face it.

Here people from all over. Lights, escalators and vibration. Most famous British airport. I look at the destinations on the monitor ... Still nothing. Then suddenly appearing here. Cape Town. And then realized. Chills, I go there '? Street, with a red tip dall'aguzza church in the heart.

Schematy Wzmocnienia Mikrofonu Cb

people without a sense of our own. People fall in love. A country in perpetual civil war, where he was still with the Guelphs and Ghibellines, madly chase the red and blacks. But in the mad despair every piece comes together and becomes a single chorus. Mangiapolenta volunteers that start to help the citizens of Abruzzo, reminiscent of the many southerners that Italy went up and killed the effort to help rebuild the Friuli region where there was nothing. At a time of chaos and madness become hyenas can not be beaten and we know really love. Then reside immediately. They work as desperate the very people who would have fucked the system ordinary a moment before. Just tap into it.

respond only to the language of the heart. We fuck all to hear. Crazy people, we Italians.

Hooters / Serena Snelling

Desertification

poor wretch Me: boycott sound the alarm

Me: resume, you're not dying, it's just a stupid infection

poor wretch Me: and what do you know, as far as I'm concerned it could also be the warning bell for the end. You will, with all the shit that you have to be shared among your loved ones ...

Me Healthy: you can not do its poor wretch

Me: I begin to paint

Me healthy, but if you can not interchange the two rows without disturbing the rubber

poor wretch Me: I'm in a fish bowl

Healthy Me: Shut up and heal him of crying poor wretch

Me: Erri de Luca says you have to deal with the Dark Continent with the strength of a Banana. I when I can put some leaves ...

Me sound: starting with a clenched fist

poor wretch Me: I sound, fuck!

Healthy Me: I like you so aggressive

poor wretch Me: I am healing

Me Healthy: see again the stars

poor wretch Me: even a few clouds would be good healthy

Me: good, I want tougher Walter

poor wretch Me: can not stand you.