Why be a man when you can be a success?
Ascolta tutti ma pensa con la tua testa. Abbi il coraggio di esistere come
SINGOLO e non soltanto come GRUPPO.
Come siamo bravi come siamo bravi che la sera non usciamo mai come siamo bravi come siamo bravi che non ci tocchiamo più
It’s not a woman’s look that keeps me on, brother but it’s the KULT I took dealing with the other
They say my verse is sad: no wonder;
Its narrow measure spans
Tears of eternity, and sorrow,
Not mine, but man’s.
This is for all ill-treated fellows
Unborn and unbegot,
For them to read when they’re in trouble
And I am not.
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Occhi di cielo in un superbo sguardo, la vidi un dì, e ne divenni bardo; ma un sol sospiro con la sua voce tetra, chiusero il mio ardor tra imperitura pietra.
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
“Lui vuole me… lasciate che venga a prendermi!”
Mi svegliai scivolando e avevo scarpe di cuoio me ne andai respirando d’amore io muoio
Welcome to the Jungle
We got fun and games
We got everything you want
Honey we know the names
Di beate sponde e d’alte vette il sole mai non si ferma, se non quando vuole.
O Mistress, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting –
Every wise man’s son doth know.
What is love? ‘tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure;
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
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Here lies our sovereign Lord the King,
Whose word no man relies on,
Who never said a foolish thing
Nor ever did a wise one.
George the First was always reckoned
Vile – but viler George the Second;
And what mortal ever heard
Any good of George the Third?
When from earth the Fourth descended,
God be praised, the Georges ended!
I stooped, panting, and pressed my pistol
To the dreaful, shimmering head,
But it was useless to press the trigger,
The giant hound was dead.
It’s a bitter pill I swallow here
To be rent from one so dear
We fought for justice and not for gain
But the magistrate sent me away
Here lies Johnny Cole
Who died, on my soul,
After eating a plentiful dinner;
While chewing his crust,
He was turned into dust,
With his crimes undigested – poor sinner.
Time to live
Time to lie
Time to laugh
Time to die
Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
“Se tu sei il nuovo messia… io sono colui che ti crocifiggerà”
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
You’re not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.
You should never wear your best trousers when you go out to fight for freedom and liberty.
You know the great thing about TV? If something important happens anywhere at all in the world, no matter what time of the day or night, you can always change the channel.
“Lui vuole me… lasciate che venga a prendermi!”
You can get more of what you want with a kind word and a gun than you can with just a kind word.
Non farti cadere le braccia corri forte va più forte che puoi
Non devi voltare la faccia non arrenderti nè ora nè mai…
Yesterday I was a dog. Today I’m a dog. Tomorrow I’ll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There’s so little hope for advancement.
“Dicono che non prego per i miei nemici. Non è vero. Prego perchè vadano all’inferno”
Wombat’s Laws of Computer Selection:
(1) If it doesn’t run Unix, forget it.
(2) Any computer design over 10 years old is obsolete.
(3) Anything made by IBM is junk. (See number 2)
(4) The minimum acceptable CPU power for a single user is a
VAX/780 with a floating point accelerator.
(5) Any computer with a mouse is worthless.
Laggiù nel buio, là c’è il dolore laggiù quell’uomo in catene soffre ancora amico, sai, non sei certo più di lui.
Forse quell’uomo potresti essere tu, proprio tu.
“Questa è Mega-City One, verme! Io sono il tribunale! Giudice e giuria! Se dico che finisci dentro, finisci dentro!”
Tutto quello che sai è falso.
I’m on the run again, I’m on the run again but it’s like what they say when it happens this way you gotta do it again and again
“Io sono un cacciatore di eroi. Bracco gli eroi. Ma non ne ho ancora trovati”
Marshall Law
