….now hangs in the room
your sweet scent of musk
you, little girl, a prisoner
an ugly, ugly past.
Nights of horrors still resonate
in your memory, making you plunge
in moments of bitter anguish,
the thought of what you had to face.
Now distant in time
are those crazy races, which
you can not forget, but
with pain, still remember.
The girl of your dreams now
are in the sweet sighs of time,
but inexorable and relentless flows
for those who, for so long, your innocence
with ruthless malice has disfigured.
Luigi Mirto
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In your arms, it's my heaven <3 |
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Isn't he the cutest thing? |
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Portrait of Love Island daydreams |
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