Follow me, you are not real estate connected letters, will travel grammar for human goals. The sunsets are not enough, we will find the blandishments of love in the quiet a feline afternoon, I tremble veiled cheeks curls, laugh lips suspended while waiting, we quiver looking for the ultimate moment of thirst: we were, we went away, but we'll be there still at home! Never leave emotions an empty heart! Oar in the fields in the sun. Words, run between dreams that tomorrow will seize. Umberto F. M. Cefalà - dedicata a Irene -
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