Today is December 14, 2010. In a few years, perhaps no one will remember what happened, then this post will want to be the way to remember:
- Berlusconi's fourth government has received 3 votes for the trust by buying the votes of some parliamentary
- Rome today has been put on fire and as always someone has infiltrated the protesters to raise hell, to beatings and stimulate reactions of condemnation from the "civil society";
- today, some voters do not have PD, however, missed an opportunity to pull in the middle of this Nichi Vendola Pocci that the Italian parliament has done everything. Even when Nichi has nothing to do shit, someone has to bring in and obviously in a negative.
I go out tonight, whistling this beautiful love song ... And v'affanculo to everything!
I love your coffee color
Your hair coffee
Ta gorge café
I love when you dance pourmoi
Then I hear whispering
All your bracelets
Jolis bracelets
At your feet they sway
Color coffee
What I like your color coffee
is still crazy effect
's how it feels
To see you ride
Thus eyes and hips
If you do like coffee
Nothing to my nerves
Merely excite me
Tonight the night is white
Color coffee
How I love your coffee color
Love without philosophizing
It's like coffee
quickly past
But what do you want me to do
We're sick of coffee
And it ended
To forget everything
expected it settles
Couleur café
Que j'aime ta couleur café
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