tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69244407131909298842011-12-16T14:17:17.000-08:00Più "cattivi" dei Perugina...Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-25338438155062042642011-01-04T13:14:00.000-08:002011-01-04T13:15:35.862-08:002011-01-04T13:15:35.862-08:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0Guarda il video Delgados - Witness Will you join me ? I want to live these years again. There is no dignity in losing a friend. We were younger and thought our time would never end. And if I try too hard I miss you. And if I miss too hard I find you. And we have ten years gone to get through but it all feels over. Do you have the time ? Inclination ? Does it feel too right ? How can <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EHgvY6czqIVh-MVkCnPLOxtmmb0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EHgvY6czqIVh-MVkCnPLOxtmmb0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EHgvY6czqIVh-MVkCnPLOxtmmb0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EHgvY6czqIVh-MVkCnPLOxtmmb0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/EQKZeUCtR5I" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-no-dignity-in-losing-friend.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-72872024633192247112010-08-17T13:10:00.000-07:002010-08-17T13:10:18.775-07:002010-08-17T13:10:18.775-07:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0 My Dishonest Heart audrey-kawasaki <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/je174bbTyAMvmOp9m04Znr84w1c/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/je174bbTyAMvmOp9m04Znr84w1c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/je174bbTyAMvmOp9m04Znr84w1c/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/je174bbTyAMvmOp9m04Znr84w1c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/5w48nUEMJDg" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-dishonest-heart.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-90391179767318912372010-07-06T16:59:00.000-07:002010-07-06T16:59:04.795-07:002010-07-06T16:59:04.795-07:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0 Is there a cure for this pain Maybe I should have something to eat But food wont take this emptiness away Im hungry for you my love Well I made it through another day In my cold room On scraps and pieces left behind I survive on the memory of you All Of me is all for you Youre all I see All of me is all for you Youre all I need Is there a remedy for waiting For loves victorious return Is <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cV8XR7lXFdip_r6A-K2jYhUOVgo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cV8XR7lXFdip_r6A-K2jYhUOVgo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cV8XR7lXFdip_r6A-K2jYhUOVgo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cV8XR7lXFdip_r6A-K2jYhUOVgo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/Vqvr0QNYJNI" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/07/angus-julia-stone-all-of-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-65659848052442179422010-05-26T16:30:00.000-07:002010-05-26T16:32:18.123-07:002010-05-26T16:32:18.123-07:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MSE_IzvNivpLY4tu5OpSDEym5Is/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MSE_IzvNivpLY4tu5OpSDEym5Is/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MSE_IzvNivpLY4tu5OpSDEym5Is/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MSE_IzvNivpLY4tu5OpSDEym5Is/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/N_AzM_dl04w" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/05/kinks-i-dont-need-you-anymore.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-46096244631313033992010-05-26T16:28:00.000-07:002010-05-26T16:29:01.268-07:002010-05-26T16:29:01.268-07:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0 I, I know you like it.I, I know you do.I have made a ruckus.And I made it for you. You, you, you, you, you.You, you, you, you, you.You are all I know.You are all I know. Go, go, go, go.Go, just go. Sing, sing, sing of leaving songs,Like you're leaving. Goodbye.Goodbye. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3tNg6dujCeRBhuoHXcrwNSP5fbI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3tNg6dujCeRBhuoHXcrwNSP5fbI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3tNg6dujCeRBhuoHXcrwNSP5fbI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3tNg6dujCeRBhuoHXcrwNSP5fbI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/Tcvb0yGNUFQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/05/chris-garneau-leaving-song_26.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-39876429726079670282010-03-11T05:58:00.000-08:002010-03-11T05:58:33.944-08:002010-03-11T05:58:33.944-08:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0 Credit: WTFOODGE <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kVINmvHwCtgUeG79TlHzUfi6kU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kVINmvHwCtgUeG79TlHzUfi6kU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kVINmvHwCtgUeG79TlHzUfi6kU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kVINmvHwCtgUeG79TlHzUfi6kU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/-6zA5NsHpCo" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/03/thing-to-do-today.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-455879366683529382010-03-06T06:33:00.000-08:002010-03-07T04:13:14.157-08:002010-03-07T04:13:14.157-08:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0"Ho una gran voglia di sentirti lontano e do ai miei desideri una mano, perchè io so che tu  non vuoi ridere più." Credit: Dente - Oceano <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x5GcKtgb7zH8lewxFwDxAk7kHDo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x5GcKtgb7zH8lewxFwDxAk7kHDo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x5GcKtgb7zH8lewxFwDxAk7kHDo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x5GcKtgb7zH8lewxFwDxAk7kHDo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/0UYIc5VFgwg" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/03/ho-una-gran-voglia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-14491872294212870792010-03-01T16:16:00.000-08:002010-05-26T16:32:09.094-07:002010-05-26T16:32:09.094-07:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0"To love is destroy &amp; to be loved is to be the one destroyed." Credit: To love by Anji-was-here <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ix5B1kaYGmyOVev2waeR6oaF2Fk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ix5B1kaYGmyOVev2waeR6oaF2Fk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ix5B1kaYGmyOVev2waeR6oaF2Fk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ix5B1kaYGmyOVev2waeR6oaF2Fk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/2ft3tHajGdo" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-love.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-13086900494229515082010-03-01T05:32:00.000-08:002010-03-01T05:34:09.135-08:002010-03-01T05:34:09.135-08:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0 Credit: Happiness 01 by Adila <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lHGfBlxD8Y93DsWyNyDeShSI8dI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lHGfBlxD8Y93DsWyNyDeShSI8dI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lHGfBlxD8Y93DsWyNyDeShSI8dI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lHGfBlxD8Y93DsWyNyDeShSI8dI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/rzkiWHUDjyc" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/03/happiness-is.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-4817844284855936692010-02-22T08:42:00.000-08:002010-02-22T09:10:06.161-08:002010-02-22T09:10:06.161-08:00Rincohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14055145850743969492noreply@blogger.com0"Non si uccide per amore, basta aspettare. Allora io non uccido per amore, uccido per impazienza." <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hVxR04TFF4VEI9izGh6kZI7LFMk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hVxR04TFF4VEI9izGh6kZI7LFMk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hVxR04TFF4VEI9izGh6kZI7LFMk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hVxR04TFF4VEI9izGh6kZI7LFMk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/yZrP2xbsze4" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/02/non-si-uccide-per-amore-basta-aspettare.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-4330391142121245362010-02-21T13:01:00.000-08:002010-02-21T13:03:13.466-08:002010-02-21T13:03:13.466-08:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZsBYZoVL_G96DZsD1h2YCiifFSg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZsBYZoVL_G96DZsD1h2YCiifFSg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZsBYZoVL_G96DZsD1h2YCiifFSg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZsBYZoVL_G96DZsD1h2YCiifFSg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/oPab9yrblFQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/02/holy-shit-i-love-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6924440713190929884.post-53627181037363980472010-02-18T16:25:00.000-08:002010-02-23T13:35:05.461-08:002010-02-23T13:35:05.461-08:00Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16044732984782225892noreply@blogger.com"Sarebbe stato bello invecchiare insieme, la vita ci spinge verso direzioni diverse" Credit: Il teatro degli orrori - Direzioni diverse <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XRWHIZWaNySF5RBJ-X_IOrqWhTw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XRWHIZWaNySF5RBJ-X_IOrqWhTw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XRWHIZWaNySF5RBJ-X_IOrqWhTw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XRWHIZWaNySF5RBJ-X_IOrqWhTw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BaciAmari/~4/-IlMnEuQVI0" height="1" width="1"/>http://baciamari.blogspot.com/2010/02/direzioni-diverse.html