CHAT UFFICIALE DI BARRIERA

“I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”

                                                                                                *We are all bad in someone's story*

CHAT UFFICIALE DI BARRIERA

“I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”

                                                                                                *We are all bad in someone's story*

« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »

È Frittella il nostro Re

Fa i pasticci, fa i bignè 

Io ne mangio pure tre

È Frittella il nostro Re!!! 

You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.

La cosa bella di essere guardiani? l'affetto con cui veniamo ripagati, ma anche il rispetto, la riconoscenza. E' un impegno che dà molto onore e tanta gloria (Cit @Maya )

CHAT UFFICIALE DI BARRIERA

“I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”

                                                                                                *We are all bad in someone's story*

« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »

È Frittella il nostro Re

Fa i pasticci, fa i bignè 

Io ne mangio pure tre

È Frittella il nostro Re!!! 

You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.

La cosa bella di essere guardiani? l'affetto con cui veniamo ripagati, ma anche il rispetto, la riconoscenza. E' un impegno che dà molto onore e tanta gloria (Cit @Maya )

« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »