December 2010
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Simples
O bella bionda, Sei come l’onda! Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild The moon a web of silence weaves In the still garden where a child Gathers the simple salad leaves. A moondew stars her hanging hair And moonlight kisses her young brow And, gathering, she sings an air: Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou! Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear To shield me from her childish croon And mine a shielded...
Earpass
16.12.20
I might as well pretend that I did not know or hear anything.
I will pretend that I didn’t like it here and that I am only here for taste of experience.
Might as well bring back ties with old friends that didn’t have any deal with my world in a box.
Names are cheap, they don’t spell your personality
On the other hand, I might as well stay with my ever comforting...
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