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Central Scrutinizer
the personal homesite of Marco Rosella at it fourth version, born after long time, called Procrastination in Six Colors
Here's the list of topics.
- Blog (28)
- Design (87)
- Accessibility (4)
- Colors (5)
- Colors (6)
- CSS (22)
- Flash (10)
- JS & PHP (27)
- Typography (14)
- Internet (44)
- Happens Today (2)
- Semantic Web (5)
- Video (15)
- Music (9)
- XML (20)
- SVG (10)
Here's the months' archive. The time is now, remember.
- August 2010
- April 2010
- February 2010
- January 2010
- June 2009
- May 2009
- March 2009
- January 2009
- November 2008
- October 2008
- April 2008
- March 2008
- February 2008
- June 2007
- March 2007
- February 2007
- December 2006
- November 2006
- October 2006
- September 2006
- July 2006
- June 2006
- May 2006
- April 2006
- March 2006
- February 2006
- January 2006
- December 2005
- November 2005
- October 2005
- September 2005
- August 2005
- July 2005
- June 2005
- May 2005
- April 2005
- Real Life
A violet-colored soil is born,
Compassion wing ger, such as man …
One promised in the realm of spirits,
You’re giving back to the words, such as man …
Yours is wet stone hearts in
Hopes disappear in rose petals,
Friends can be lying in the market,
Find immortal man, as man …
Dessert at the end of every day,
This loop has a price in life,
If the name of Islamic identity, the
Into account the self-check, such as man …
Can bodies are entrusted in the country,
When people are shot in coffee,
A wounded bird fluttering on the soul,
Into the grave without dying, like the man …
Who on earth you’ve visited?
You benefit from all those who favor?
Read the call to prayer, the bells play who?
Bedtime each day thinking, man, like …
Although the load hit the back waist,
She goes to lie rızkım,
The head upright, these are the essence to comply,
Anyone submission, such as man …
Ben seni;
I dropped all the masks, the
In the purest form of my emotions,
Deceive myself from
Do you mind I see someone without
I shed tears as I liked …
Sometimes I felt myself weak,
Sometimes solitary,
My dough is already my heart,
And every drop of my eyes was a charity,
I pray to Allah, while you,
I shed tears as I liked …
Words can not describe the trouble sometimes,
Get ya self one is condemned to silence,
Where the last bit of lyrics HOPE,
I’ve shed my tears I love you like …