Hmmm... Let me think... 1. I like to talk a lot. Sometimes even too much... ;)
2. I like to be surrounded by people.
3. Hmmm.: There so much more to say... Lat's stick with this for now :)
Dancing, dancing, dancing.... and other...
Hmmm... Unreal wishes... Vin Disel, Scarlett Johansson,Jessica Biel, Anthony Hopkins, Nicholas Cage,Russell Crowe ...The one special person I've alreday met.View All Friends | View Blog | Add Comment
All kinds off... MY last CD... Alice Cooper, INXS, Patty Pravo, Mika, David Guetta, Fedde le Grand, Sigle Cartoni animati, Robbie Williams... Hmmm... And other ;)I listen to everything... :)
Beautiful mind, Gladiator...
What the f**k is television? For me the best medicine to fall asleep in 10 minutes ;) Sad but true :)
Oscar Wilde Saloma :)SALOME I am amorous of thy body, Iokanaan! Thy body is white, like the lilies of a field that the mower hath never mowed. Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judaea, and come down into the valleys. The roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia are not so white as thy body. Neither the roses of the garden of the Queen of Arabia, the garden of spices of the Queen of Arabia, nor the feet of the dawn when they light on the leaves, nor the breast of the moon when she lies on the breast of the sea . . . . There is nothing in the world so white as thy body. Suffer me to touch thy body.IOKANAAN Back! daughter of Babylon! By woman came evil into the world. Speak not to me. I will not listen to thee. I listen but to the voice of the Lord God.SALOME Thy body is hideous. It is like the body of a leper. It is like a plastered wall, where vipers have crawled; like a plastered wall where the scorpions have made their nest. It is like a whited sepulchre, full of loathsome things. It is horrible, thy body is horrible. It is of thy hair that I am enamoured, Iokanaan. Thy hair is like clusters of grapes, like the clusters of black grapes that hang from the vine-trees of Edom in the land of the Edomites.Thy hair is like the cedars of Lebanon, like the great cedars of Lebanon that give their shade to the lions and to the robbers who would hide them by day. The long black nights, when the moon hides her face, when the stars are afraid, are not so black as thy hair. The silence that dwells in the forest is not so black. There is nothing in the world that is so black as thy hair . . . .Suffer me to touch thy hair.
My Cat :)