Test

borinotus | 5- Miscel·lània | dissabte, 27 de gener de 2007 | 23:59h

Contesto el test que em proposa l’amic Josep Blesa .

Poc mitòman com sóc, algunes de les preguntes (sobre cinema o música) tenen respostes que no reflecteixen els meus gustos eclèctics. I pel que fa al futbol, no en sóc gaire aficionat . Però en fi, allà va i passo el repte als següents:

Marcús

La Trappola

Badalona-Trondheim

Psicoapunts

1. Una ciutat: Berlin

2. Una paraula: Mar
3. Un menjar: Llenties (les de la meva mare)
4. Una beguda: Orxata a l’estiu. Cafè a l’hivern

5. Una colònia: Sense preferències. Qualsevol que no sigui gaire forta
6. Una marca de ropa: Marca cap. La que em senti bé.(Tenint en compte el meu peculiar sentit de l’elegància)
7. Un cotxe: Opel Corsa / Ferrari 360 Spider (El que tinc i el que m’agradaria)
8. Un monument: El Parc de Vigeland

9. Un programa de TV: Porca Misèria / Polònia

10. Un grup de música: Madness (adjunto vídeo)
11. Una pe.l.lícula: Casablanca / La vida de Brian

12. Un actor: Humphrey Bogart / Brad Pitt
13. Una actriu: Ingrid Bergman / Emma Thompson

14. Un futbolista: Stoichkov
15. Un entrenador: Rijkaard
16.Un partit: Un que sigui emocionant i espectacular
17.Un estadi: Camp Nou.

18.Un color: Vermell.
19.Una virtut: Paciència
20.Un defecte: Mandra

21.El teu equip de l’ànima: Barça.

22. Lloc de vacances: Un que no estigui massificat.

23. Un personatge: Epicur

24. Un nom: Júlia

25. Un desig íntim: Massa íntims són per a dir-los


Father wears his Sunday best
Mother’s tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister’s sighing in her sleep
Brother’s got a date to keep
He can’t hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our …

Our house it has a crowd
There’s always something happening
And it’s usually quite loud
Our mum she’s so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our …

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our …
Something tells you that you’ve got to get away from it

Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss
She’s the one they’re going to miss
In lots of ways

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our …

I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we’d play simply waste the day away
Then we’d say nothing would come between us two dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother’s tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister’s sighing in her sleep
Brother’s got a date to keep
He can’t hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our …

Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street

Comentaris: 4
Des de Benicolet…
valldalbaidi | dilluns, 29 de gener de 2007 | 19:29h

Jo crec que un poquet sí que ajuden

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