About me: *SBZ*_Ragazzo Di Periferia_
Soy Sebaz, tengo 22 años. Soy de Bs.As. - Argentina.
Nací el 11 de Junio de 1985 bajo el Signo de Géminis.
De novio y super enamorado. Hablo Español; y comprendo lectura y al escuchar el Inglés e Italiano... Pero a la hora de escribir en esos idiomas se me complica un poco...
Mi comida preferida es la Italiana, Pasta rellena!!. Uso de Perfume: "Be" de CalvinKlein. No fumo, ni bebo. Tengo de mascota a una perrita Divina!! llamada Puppè, alias "La Diva". Estoy viviendo con mi Hno. y mi perris!
Mi Flog: http://www.fotolog.com/sebazlp
Who I'd like to meet: I M P O R T A N T E ! !
(No acepto como "amigos" a ninguna bandita, ni "cantante" que quiera autopromocionarse). Solo a Pausinifans o FonsiFans.
NO mantengo ACTIVO este Space para hacer amigos, con los que tengo me basta. Por eso hice una gran limpieza de mis Friends. Gracias!
Oye.. haber si vas pasandote ya por el myspace.. he? o campaña para que te lo cierren! xD es broma.. sabes que bromeo mucho contigo.. GRACIAS por aguantarme el ritmo.. sos un pan.. sos más bueno que Luz clarita.. :)
Saludos amigo.. y buena semana para ti. Aunque nose cuando me leeras.. rona negra! rn'
..un viaggio ha senso solo senza ritorno se non in volo senza fermate nè confini solo orizzonti neanche troppo lontani io mi prenderò il mio posto e tu seduto lì al mio fianco mi dirai destinazione paradiso
c'è che c'è, c'è che prendo un treno che va a paradiso città io mi prenderò il mio posto e tu seduto lì al mio fianco mi dirai destinazione paradiso paradiso citta'
. . . is you. . . . is love. . . . is shared. . . . is forgiving. . . . is understanding. . . . is shared secrets. . . . heals many hurts. . . . is not judgmental. . . . is shared laughter. . . . is slow and steady. . . . can be angry at times. . . . is dependable and true. . . . is more precious than silver or gold. . . . is meant to be savored like fine wine. . . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect. . . . does not hold grudges or demand perfection. . . . makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow. . . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day. . . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times. . . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden. . . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds. . . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there. . . . is a cherished moment of mutual understanding. . . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold. . . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day. . . . is sunshine through the clouds. . . . cannot be forced or induced. . . . is relaxed and comfortable. . . . is a shoulder to lean on. . . . is an ear to whine to. . . . gets better with age. . . . is shared tears. . . . is shared pain. . . . is shared joy. . . . is shared. . . . is love. . . . is you.
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