Mario Salieri In Streaming Gratis

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E 'resumed the university. Then in a sense it does not expect much, that after four months of total leisure I wanted to fill the days. Je on asshole, I know I know, I realize now a lot of things I could do st'estate but I have not done out of laziness. Or rather, I have not made for the inertia to do nothing. Evvabbè, now in the climate of all-too-things-together in a hurry and well. I missed the routine wake-train-lesson, I admit, I was missing. Among a bit 'will begin to rain almost every day, I'll pile too hot and too light for the train to the outdoors, it will be dark soon and I'm going to scrounge accommodation to house Dolce, in Colli Albani, after a concert.
When I think back to last year, one of the fondest memories I have slept with the Jacopo + concerts. It 's always nice to spend time with Jacob. He always gives me something positive.
The last time I went by Jacopo was a couple of weeks ago we went to see pontine people who played in the capital. Congedatoci from my fellow citizens we entered into the longitudinal cavity known as the Metro A (yes, the one where Liviocacchione rears its mutants). I went down to the Alban Hills, next to the garbage cans (those under the Roman residence of James), we found what we would have kept busy in the next two hours: a chest. Chest in wood, with walls of iron, like the pirate treasure chest, but with clothes and shoes instead of minìota doubloons. Too big for the elevator. Stairs to the fourth floor then. It 'was a funny thing, those of James. The resulting short film will be available soon.
The anniversary of the (supposed) birth of Liviocacchione was a nice evening. I 'vo' proud of the executioner larianese ragalo I did, that as soon as I saw him I knew that I could not give him more. I hope you enjoyed.
Shit, what the distant past in this post.

Yesterday I had a great dream. Short but great.
I was in front of a stall of used books at a festive occasion with those of the stalls. Behind me is Francescooh, returning from London, with those glasses and a raincoat to Rivers Cuomo worthy of Quadrophenia. Francescooh sings something like "Our vacation is over, this shirt will keep it for ever" (song whose text is printed on the shirt worn under the raincoat open Olivieri). 'He's song does not exist but in the dream is Vecchioni or De Gregori Venditti or or some other Italian singer of' sti qua. Sways while singing a bit ', London began to tell me and I wake up.
I want stories, Up: D

Communications random: - On Facebukkake saw 'na London photos that Arianna is well! But that's cool! - I demand photos of the evening at home Riddle, Perry oh dear. - Matteoroccarina Oh, I think if you saw Idiocracy (American, of two thousand and four) would you like crazy. Foul Matt.