.. which at times seem a lost, leaves flapping in the wind in the ash of a color disappeared ...
What the eyes see, what you feel your heart, you can not understand, you can not see ... it's like to fear the color of dawn ... because sometimes it is hard to tell where the sky begins, When 'is a glass mosaic without light reflections on the ocean ... sleeping ... interwoven leaves.
What the eyes see, what you feel your heart, you can not understand, you can not see ... it's like to fear the color of dawn ... because sometimes it is hard to tell where the sky begins, When 'is a glass mosaic without light reflections on the ocean ... sleeping ... interwoven leaves.
(...buona fortuna.)
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