Inglese

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.

Sagittario

Atletico

6' 1 (1.85 m)

Nocciola

Caucasico

Mai Sposato

No

Non so

Capelli

Altro

Marroni

Gatti

No

Maturità

In Pensione

Arte/ Musica / Letteratura

FREAK

da €100,000Euro a €150,000Euro

Da solo

Visite occasionali di amici

No

Sì - Sociale

Fico

Osservatore, Asociale, Amichevole, Scuro, Strano

Arti & Mestieri, Musica, Fim, Andare per locali, Fotografia

Uscire con gli amici, Feste, Stare a casa, Relax, Dormire, Andare per locali, Bere, Leggere un libro, Andare a un museo

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

Amichevole, Oscuro

Agnostico

Mai

Sadico

Notizie

Non mi piacciono i film

Rock, Metal, Elettronica, Classica, Il rumore dell'aspirapolvere, Blues, Jazz, Industrial, Dance, Soul, Gospel, Punk

Filosofia, Poesia

Intelligenza, Bellezza, Umorismo, Abilità, Bizzarrie, Spontaneità, Acume, Profondità

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Incontri, Intimi, Impegnati