"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Merlin

[13:19] Djibril: ma io sto seriamente guardando il pilot di una serie televisiva su Merlino? O__o
[13:20] Isabelle: Ho comprato degli evidenziatori che profumano.
[13:20] Isabelle: Merlino ?!
[13:20] Isabelle: Cos’e’ ?!
[13:20] Isabelle: COSA ?!?
[13:20] Djibril: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merlin_(TV_series)
[13:20] Djibril: ma è tipo smallville
[13:20] Djibril: merlino da giovane
[13:21] Isabelle: No dai… povero Merlino !!!
[13:21] Isabelle: Com’e’ almeno ‘sto pilot ?
[13:21] Djibril: mah…
[13:21] Djibril: le location non sono ritoccate per niente
[13:21] Djibril: quindi fa l’effetto rievocazione storica
[13:22] Djibril: tizi in abiti finto antico che si aggirano per un castello medievale come appare oggi
[13:22] Isabelle: No dai, che merda
[13:22] Djibril: sì
[13:22] Djibril: e poi c’è lui che litiga con artù giovane
[13:23] Djibril: e artù giovane sembra il tizio biondo e idiota delle cronache di narnia
[13:23] Isabelle: Nooooooooooo, bastaaaaaaaaaaaaaa bastaaaaaaaaaaaaa * si tappa le orecchie correndo in tondo *

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  • Damiani
    Posted at 20:01h, 28 September Reply

    a questo punto voglio vederlo!

    si si…

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 16:45h, 04 October Reply

    A questo punto voglio sentire i tuoi commenti quando l’avrai visto!

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