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point where I was 16 years old?

I do not know where I was 16 years. I know I was somewhere to pass the sunsets messed up. listened to the Walkman in the middle of a nightclub full of people that moved at a rate different from mine. Yes a feeling that I perceive today. without walkman. Then some pictures taken to remember how to pretend, framed with thumb and forefinger. Lucid moments. Or as some say, times when I lived in full. That closes the circle with a compass. Now I do not know where they are, there are reference points that make me understand that I move to go where I want.

Or not. depends on the day, it is certain that the weight of moments that I live is different from the past. Where was 16 years old is a place that did not have time or space. Although it was scanned. To win here. Where is the same music in the charts for years, with various ups and downs with the hits of the moment. He said a book, a soundtrack for everything, falls and ascents, for dinner with friends .. and must have them in style. It is common to all be able to record a tape as it should.

My sister for example can not.;) His cd sounded like a mentally unstable. Gigi d’Agostino e un secondo dopo la voce magnifica di Tracy Chapman.

Oggi per esempio la mia sarebbe

Pearl jam: daughter

Ramones: i wanna be your boy friend

Red hot chilly peppers: under the bridge

Gun’s n’ roses: sweet child on mine

Aereosmith: crazy

Skunkanensie: Secretly

Smashing pumpinks: mellon collie and infinite sadness

Nirvana: came as u are

Bob Marley : redempition song

Casino Royale: closer

Tupac: Dear Mama

Lauryn Hill: doop wop

Pink Floid: wish u were here

Pulp bar Italian

Readiohead : creep

Cure picture of u

Subsonica: roads

Clash: Stay Free

Shandon: rough

Nofx: Champs elisa

Porno magazines: soul

Roky Horror Picture Show: Time Warp

Tracy Chapman: Talking About a devolution

Lou Reed: Perfect Day

U2: With or without you

4 Non Blondes: What's Up

Pearl Jam: State of love and trust .

I could go on for so much and I did not put everything.

Mixtape Volume 1 and 2 do for now, shall we?

all for today!

xxx

Blueprints For Race Buggy

MY FRIENDS ACT XXX

the rain slips, slides with her.

inside a heart full, full.

I never imagined my life would be like now.

or maybe yes.

hands and hugs, yours, I have never left.

Milan slips this is my soundtrack, a 'Ennio Morricone in his best performance. with pauses placed at the right time, the suspense and all the rest.

on this asphalt walking on my dreams I seek right way, or rather the best way to find their way a bit, to keep everything together.

beautiful day in the rain and tears are mixed and not to show my shyness.

a laugh trying to confuse.

nostalgia rogue.

upon the folds of the clouds that bring and leave, which are swollen.

on a blue sofa where it says my name.

that becomes stronger.

shrugs.

and think back on late night chat with you. you know who I am without ever asked or tried to understand, why do not you needed.

no questions asked.

friendly hearts of many past lives.

are cult films, pictures in black and white in the suitcase of dreams .. the one with the stamps on the travel industry.

a super 8, the chips for the phone calls of love away from telephone booths by the sea.

to do with young men rheumatism.

know! we will finish well.

with trains of New Year ..

maybe those oh God no. No, no!

movies Vanzina Christmas yet, but the trains still ..

uf. that unsettling image, with kids 20 years we take the piss.

no!

the rain objects makes it look like in the old films.

maybe I'm being influenced.

Well who cares!

the supercazzola is always around the corner, my friends!

and for this we will force us to one another.

up to the age in which we bring together the Bagini.

with eternal love and greetings.

I love you.

ps you are always big, SATISFACTION!

Can I Return Radio Shack

still in effect today

was a day very dense ... could be better obviously, but I am satisfied ... Why? because I'm sure you have made all the best possible choices and I'm proud of myself ... what has not gone well? not my fault ...