Pensieri quotidiani o quasi di un ragazzo qualunque.
Un posto dove regna la sapienza arbitraria a scapito di quella ordinaria.Insomma.
domenica, febbraio 03, 2002
I see your soul, it's kind of gray
I see your heart, you look away
You see my wrist, I know your pain
I know your purpose on your plane
Don't say a last prayer
Because you could never find
What's this life for
(Creed-What's this life for)
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