Tweet
Criptico
-
Il vero castigo per chi mente non è di non essere più creduto, ma di non potere credere a nessuno.
(George Bernard Shaw) -
Permalosa.I'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
-
EsfolianteIl vero castigo per chi mente non è di non essere più creduto, ma di non potere credere a nessuno.
(George Bernard Shaw)Comment
-
Eccentrica.I'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
-
Inatteso.
I solemnly swear that i am up to no good...
Comment
-
Costante.I'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
-
Bentrovato.
I solemnly swear that i am up to no good...
Comment
-
Allegra.I'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
-
Lavorante. (?)
I solemnly swear that i am up to no good...
Comment
-
Prosciugabile.Comment
-
Un pComment
-
Irrazionale.Comment
-
Misurato .Comment
-
Impulsiva.Comment
-
Moderato.Comment
Comment