Love is like the snow on the lawns, when there is, if you plan journeys, wraps you feet, knees, life and slows you, holding you, binding you to and if you resist, the more there is, the more invades, It gets cold, like snow. If you want to avoid you run ... slip, you fall, we'll dive into it. Love is like the snow on the lawns, when there is, it holds enormous thoughts pastures.
Umberto F. M. Cefalà
17/12/10
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