are papers dating back to paleopirografo
... o_O
How much time spent talking ...
drunk with joy my sweet laughter springing from the lips,
and badminton
to meet your skin and your hands while I let
,
read and elusive
brackish drops sguscino soul.
little poem ...
not expect more than to be hear from your heart.
enclosed in a cube - gray mottled waiting
What seems to me - they put crack - t'imbarazza already!
Sea of \u200b\u200bDreams may he rest in the breezes of my insistent crowds
t'increspar not for them, and Prove - polished - being my ...
My love, that from veins and heart m'incendi cheeks
shock and left me happy to have seen you, let me hang
your eyes on mine,
when - with a subtle gesture - me your hand brushes her hair from her face,
and talk to me, and smile, and passed me
overwhelms the sweet smell of your skin,
and seems to never end ... this moment our
Delighted with your dreams, Torture me with your eyes, because for
sìddolci Malfatti - I know - my heart throb
many times in a heartbeat wings as there are stars in the sky,
and every breath I steal your only punishment will be the one you lost my eye.
And all this because I love you with a consistently calm and silent,
sly and shaggy, that terrifies me
for how arrogant and violent caress the determination has in mind.
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