My brother is an only child. Ocean Twelve My brother is an only child ... Rino Gaetano, Daniele Luchetti.
My brother is an only child. The "usual" glass of wine over the top, and ...
My Brother is an Only Child is the title of a song that every kid (boy inside, I mean) should carry around - one of several songs, occhei, but there is also this.
It 'important for those who have a brother, if you have a friend who is as good as a brother.
It 's also the title of an Italian Filmon as few, truly a small masterpiece.
History does not tell you about, if you trust go to Blockbuster and noleggiatelo. It is worth every euro cent you pay for the rental. In my opinion, understands and ensures a long lifespan.
Why is it important to look in the mirror, it is important to always remember where we come from - today as thirty years ago.
Thirty years ago, around the seventies and beyond. When the fantasy seemed to have come to power. When beams and Co. had a sense (or had not, like today). However, when guys like us were looking for different ways, to change something: the world or your backyard, if we are deep down this does not make that much difference.
had been a while that you could not see, as he sings the Bugo 8cercare on the Internet if you do not know, aggratiss download the video and then report).
I sold the free, I cried for these fucking tremilaecinquecento € but now I needed.
But it was not just the money that I sold it: for me, for Christ, a little for a lot of reasons.
Strange effect, today, to see her go with another over. Street Mission came a symptom of fever Almost.
But it will pass.
had been so long since I wrote on my personal journal (open to the public, free admission). Obviously I was unwell at this time, but still not defeated. The pills of happiness are always there to rot in the drawer, whatever it costs me my way and I can walk one step after another, with no shortcuts. Even then
because otherwise always returns "at the start" as a monopoly, and not good.
I sold the bike, I washed the car was from February (February ...) I could not clean. In the office always goes pretty well, the usual point of apparent calm with schizophrenia who live a few years now.
Few Sundays ago a friend did a bang against a point, a few Sundays ago I made my last bike ride on the free and I enjoyed a bang but also tired.
There was nothing else to do: rather than see it grow old in the car I gave it to someone who at least on weekends I hope will take a walk. I might return to Pegasus, perhaps, certainly for someone like me is more manageable.
My brother is an only child: the story of a family of two brothers who in spite of everything you want a good soul as you have to do between brothers, is the story of a boy which has the principles (as simple as tuttosommato want but at least clear, honest, clean) and try to follow through socio-political moments and movements in Italy from this joke. The positive side is that at least in the play are great, at least that.
I love you, Marcello.
I love you, brother.
