Im looking at you through the glass lyrics

Thoughts between clouds of Venere § vers. its fists and its soccer that they make you to fly are a lot educated, comprised its to say "six one to you stupid, stupid, stupid. It' s to little bit funny, this feeling inside. It was even that one, Elton John..Ancora I even suffer for the Mexican supper, in these days to have to brake my alimentary indicriminazione in order to resume p?forse?' an infuence to me that, to how much says to the television news, seems to be behind the angle. I have a perennial circle to the head, seems to feel the fever to me to arrive, I would feel the need to sleep tantissime hours. Also of head?he it does not go better, are pi?memorato and distracted of the usual my mother it says that they are outside like a roof vabb?non was need of these uneasiness in order to say it to me?empre be cos?Meglio to go to rest, domattina to have one important telephone call. The supper to the Mexican restaurant yesterday evening has folded to me in two, has put on a true and own field battle against my gastric juices. Unfortunately when I go nei ethnic restaurants that me piacciono I also acquire voracit?i pira?e magnerei a waiter intinte nelle several piccanti sauces. &ndash. in order then to raise to me nervously. Vabb?recuperer?l sonno&hellip. in this post I wanted to speak about other per?ellip. They ubriacavano and took drugs massicciamente&hellip. he knows to me that the effects collaterals passed through their music. Their sense of rebellion, fottere the system, the excesses that corrode to you, the poison and the anger of the voice of mr. William Axl Rose&hellip. all ci?ra knot poetry, sudicia, brazen and winking. in the jungle, welcome to the jungle, watch it bring you to your shun n, n, n, n, n, n, n, n, n, n, n, n knees, knees. and to think that this group has composed also a diamond come."November rain". Yeah this song is dedicated to all the Guns n' fuckin' Roses fans, who stuck with us through all the fucking shit. to try to riesumare ci?he?assato ovviamente&hellip. Vedr?e is the case or meno&hellip. I feel myself particularly &ldquo.conservatore&rdquo.&hellip. Not?acile to share the good with the others, task is extremely precious. OnAir: Cryptic Vision &ndash. The space in between. Adrian Celentano - the steps that we make to watch marcire the fruits, in order to chew thorns. In the buio of viscere, the bite of the pain in the eyes of a child, grown in the rancor. Only left to the crossroad, found from the destiny that it loads the gun, the scappa in the view-finder. Where they carry the steps that we make. Where they carry the steps that we follow that it waits for like the shadow, against a wall. And not sar?n stick, n?l smoke of a gun to make a man strongly, to make it less vile. Baster?na the tear, limpid marks them that to pu?entire love, than to pu?uggire the evil. Baster?na the tear, visible way from the bottom of the night, the luminosity of the mattino. Where they carry the steps that we make. Where they carry the steps that we follow. Will drive you, will drive you, will drive you&hellip. Mad. Here here, hour that I have made last ritocchi the new one template to pu?ire itself complete. Yo que you quiero a lot, que voy to hacer. Me dejaste, me dejaste Como a palm, el alma if me fue, if me fue el corazon, ya I do not hold ganas de vivir porque not you puedo convencer, que not you vendas, Roxanne. And then c&rsquo.?icole&hellip. that God the benedica. This evening Gradisca&hellip. we see what it exits from cilindro&hellip. uhmmmm the OnAir: Moulin Rouge (soundtrack) &ndash. El tango de Roxanne. for ch' I son be lasso, in great erranza. "Without the bitter the cake cos?anto not then sweet" I today do not know perch?a me?ornato in mind the film. there are some phrases that I have very impresse in the mind. Today me of andr?n p?n turn, to the croccanti fruit and shaking Florido. fairs Saint of marzapane perch?to arriving. "Every minute that passes?n occasion rivoluzionare completely all". Beloved blog, tasks has been particularly intrattabile nell&rsquo.ultime weeks. The past remains however dov&rsquo.?la nostalgia?n gingillo that distoglie too much from the present, ergo, we close this digressione here. Admitted that ce l&rsquo.abbia, than price it has the dignit?A which cost we can negotiate it or put in dance. And what I make if not game as I would want. I prefer to be in one small square and to play rather than starmene seated with the hands in hand. The &ldquo.poi&rdquo. and ci?he rimarr?elle dances, beh, that one?n other pair of maniche&hellip. I would want vomitare p?i things on the blog. Rare E' that I write on blog of the?raticamente impossible saturday and fact that the saturday face evening. Sar?ura, to try not nuoce, must try to us, mistake at least. Stavolta instead is remained placid, bitter in the expression and the tone of the per?iente voice of onerous, nothing paranoias, solo verit? coherence. The misery was and there?empre be, they are all less than vitiated. They are not n?' angioletto, n?a turn whore. and?uesto the danger pi?rande for who has not understood as they are. They won' t define me anytime in the English rain Will the feel an automatic release from all this pain. With not movement, undiscovered, the lie in wait. And I' m out of tears, out of sympathy. And I' ll leave not sign to say your life was No-one mines think fell out of my tree the No-one carried just the same the Thinner than most sinners and saints alive. And I' m out of tears, out of sympathy. If you had to use a cinematographic expression they said that ". it must always makes to understand who commands me, must always hold me of eye like an executioner to its victim. I cannot makes null, I feel us to arrive it this negative big wave. I do not want to be found again in ginocchio, I do not want to feel mind and spirit to still burn perch?utte the times that happen slowly if of I goes p?i, sfiorisco. OnAir: Europe -.Danger on the track. Vinicio Capossela - Where we are remained to earth Nutless Dov'?he siam remained to earth, Nutless and the evening arrives soon too much soon, for being able to go single Dov'?he siam remains Nutless to you dov'?he the walls is sluices perhaps leans for having still to shooting the wave All this clandestinit?ov'?he been born this to go soon to bed, when?niziata. That we could be gone some to girls, or gi?l Lido affanculo this seriet?questa lealt?oi the saturday to the Iper to make the expense To throw to us on foot equal in the bathtub of the Campari to pull down the night to squalls of Gordon Rouge. sar?uando the air?i?icina to the sky veglier?er always in order to see the flare gives near. And then, l&rsquo.ultimo of the fuggiaschi?tato the blue tigrato cat, the feline small that slept within a wide hat to giullare. From the song its the feline was the pi?ormentata beast. Once it only came taken and carried in a house but rest??olo for two months dopodich?orn?l negozio&hellip. not wanted it pi?Di sure have who close want them, who?isposto to take cure of they, who, Benedict from that rare dowry called coherence, them stringer?orte to the chest how much us regaler?quanto then us toglier?Avr?cchi from child and an airplane in order to fly. Before the dusk of the tipsy night one star, the Vespero. With my Wagon and the company of the Sfingi faithfuls, I love to shelter itself lassù, wrapped from tormented clouds and from the grace of the darknesses as soon as bloomed guerrieri are joints to ten steps from the King.