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"E quando avrai davanti agli occhi
altri due occhi da guardare
il mio silenzio lo sentirai gridare..."
"meglio una delusione vera che una gioia finta..."
"Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog" -
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SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE dei MUSE...
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Lou Dalfin, "Lo Viatge".بناهاى آباد گردد خراب
ز باران و از تابش آفتاب
پى افكندم از نظم كاخي بلند
كه از باد و باران نيابد گزند
از آن پس نميرم كه من زنده*ام
كه تخم سخن را پراكنده*ام
هر آنكس كه دارد هش و راى و دين
پس از مرگ بر من كند آفرين
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Gli Anni- Max PezzaliSocio Milan Club Discutere.itComment
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pink floid!troppo BRAVI!La PAZZIAComment
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[QUOTE=Lisa]"origin of symmetry" dei muse....
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Grande!gli Evanescenze nn sn maleOriginariamente Scritto da Jersey
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io adoro quella canzone!!!!!!!!!!!!Originariamente Scritto da Seren@
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Mogwai - Like HerodFor Kunsten Maa Vi Evig Vike
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For Art We Must Forever YeldComment
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L'ultimo album diGianna Nannini - Grazie"E quando avrai davanti agli occhi
altri due occhi da guardare
il mio silenzio lo sentirai gridare..."
"meglio una delusione vera che una gioia finta..."
"Scent of dried flowers and I'm walking through the fog, walking through the fog"Comment
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Georg Friedrich Haendel (1685-1759): Sonata per violino e basso continuo in re maggiore op.1 n.13 HWV371
Francesco D'Orazio, violino
Alessandro Palmeri, violoncello
Giorgio Tabacco, clavicembalo[I][B][FONT="Century Gothic"][COLOR="Navy"]"...Cose errate che paiono giuste dapprima, ma per quanto ciComment
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Puscifer - REV 22:20For Kunsten Maa Vi Evig Vike
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For Art We Must Forever YeldComment
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Ben Jelen - Come OnI'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.Comment
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"Inertiatic Esp", Mars Volta.بناهاى آباد گردد خراب
ز باران و از تابش آفتاب
پى افكندم از نظم كاخي بلند
كه از باد و باران نيابد گزند
از آن پس نميرم كه من زنده*ام
كه تخم سخن را پراكنده*ام
هر آنكس كه دارد هش و راى و دين
پس از مرگ بر من كند آفرين
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