My home
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Esperienza
Fiber is my home My sister and her eyes cloud is my home
My mother with her golden hair is my home
The aroma of wild - Sicily is my
my home blood
My father and his stern face and
family is my home, my home
The dreams of the Finzi and my favorite cousins \u200b\u200b
is my home, my home
Torino and our coats on ice January sweet
was and is my home, but the sky deep
Luck affectionate, art, beauty of women
be my home forever, maybe is what I hope
The World of Things
is my home, my home
well as the stars when I accurruco
about my dear soul
Mi Hogar
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Amsterdam, 31 agust 2009. Nig ht.
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Mi sento come se ci fosse la luna
ma la luna nel cielo non c'è
E per tutto il giorno trascorso
gli angoli della bocca tiravano sù
le guance
inspiegabile benessere nelle volte cerebrali
a dispetto del grigio servire in grembiule
nero
a dispetto del bruciore stomach meat
impure
And I do not care of chiasmus, so I feel more sincere
Where is she?
last night .. it's like he pulled out his fingernails
well-glazed, polished on the mantle of fresh striped
and was slipping as he scales
fluttering in the cage crazy dream that we have built around
Its wings were like moving my
The same fears we
filled eyes - not to mention each other's predictions ..
It should remove the mirrors.
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