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και κλεινει τις δηλωσεις του με ".... αυτα ! "
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και κλεινει τις δηλωσεις του με ".... αυτα ! "
..Γω νόμιζα πως ήσασταν ο Σπουδαίος Θεός, ο Μεγαλοδύναμος
αλλά σεις δεν είστε παρά ένα ειδωλάκι, ένας κόπανος με γραβάτα
Σκύβω ήδη να πιάσω το κέρατο
που χω κρυμμένο στα σταράκια μου...
http://justaburn.blogspot.gr/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nights...70783152963345
http://www.downtunedmag.com/p/downtuned-radio.html
https://www.facebook.com/1000modsFanClub
to paralyrhma tou Djokovic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5tkzsOQiNc&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsMJB81H ... ed&search=
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
Εχω πεθάνει.Originally Posted by Moonspellheim
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Τι θεός είναι αυτός ρε. Ειδικά τον Ναδάλ και τον Φέντερερ...![]()
Deep in the night
underneath the darkest skies
searching for a sign or some distant light
Screaming yet unheard
repeating every line
and every final word
They remain, they remain
you still remain
All these words and memories
and everything you were to me
they remain, they remain
you still remain
Beautyful Game Turned Ugly(Racism In Football-ESPN Documentary)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwpO-nnFY9g
Originally Posted by Abruzzi
Να πεθανουν ολοι οι μαλακες(προφανως δεν εννοω τους παικτες)
"Τι χτυπαω??"
"Ενα μονο με ελιες. Και ενα μονο με πατατες."
χεχεχε...Θεός ο Djoko...Originally Posted by Moonspellheim
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
alitheia aftos giati efige apo to nba?an thimamai kala pige arketa kala stous nets