When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.
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Canon DIGITAL IXUS 800 IS 1/60 second F/2.8 6 mm Mar 23, 2008, 1:28:34 PM Share
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Giùùùùùù ma sei mattaaa sta stra malee!!!
IO NON LO METTO!!!!
sei pazza????? puffff
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e ti assicuro che in questo caso la foto sta quasi meglio con la scritta che senza, non so perchè, ma ti faccio vedere domani
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ho visto le foto della gita e credo proprio che vi siate divertiti...
un bacione bergamaschina!
Fabio
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La musa
L'arte è fermare un attimo e renderlo unico e immortale. L'uomo è il mezzo tra la musa, il gesto e il "per sempre".
Trovare una musa è una grande fortuna
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"la vita nova" is the new chance to me given by hermetic wings...and now hermetic sources is on...
Deb... I missed u princess !
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...Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
Impossible is nothing !
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In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends weve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you cant forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
ere, little darlin, dont shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.
Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone, I mean:
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
I said, everythings gonna be all right-a!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right, now!
Everythings gonna be all right!
So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.
I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone:
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin, say dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.
Eh! (little darlin, dont shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, dont shed no tears!
no, woman, no cry)
I love to cry
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