Your image already surrounds me like an aura, and suddenly overflows your face painted by a sigh. Fantasies plays distracted silence, an abstract caress rests and it compresses in a kiss the sweetness. Gush thoughts, are spandrels and the soft breaths, creaky. And 'the colored reality of dreams, She survives in the heart in love like a plant out of the wind and I feel strong, the languor of you. Umberto F. M. Cefalà - dedicata a Irene -
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