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I miss you and I do not know where to look for

where you can come get you,

hand with that keep you tied to the thought, I do not recognize.
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Each time is an infinite sadness that tears

the beauty that we share in a short time.

I miss you and I do not know whether it is right

and I do not think I do well

but a sick heart is attached to the first pink

a sick mind and sticks to the first beauty

the most beautiful rose

the most beautiful rose.

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I'm looking for a new travel around Europe.

In the next I think time to go live in Turin and follow university there.

Is necessary. Is necessary.

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to you that you are the unique

The only reason

To get to the bottom

For my every breath

When I look

After a day full of words

Without you to tell me anything

Everything becomes clear

To you I've found

corner with fists

With my back against the wall

ready to defend

With downcast eyes

I was in line with the disillusioned

You've collected

Like a cat

And did you bring with you

To you I sing a song

Because I have nothing

nothing better to offer

Of all that I

Take my time

And the magic

that with a single jump

We are flying into the air bubbles

How

To you who are just six

Substance of my days
substance of my days
To you who are my great love
And my great love

To you that have made my life
And you have done much more to you
that have given meaning to time Without measuring it

To you who are my great love
And my great love To you
I
I saw you crying in my hand
Fragile holding you I could kill some
And then I saw you
With the strength of an airplane
Take your life in your hand and drag

to you unless you have taught me that dreams
The art of adventure
To you who believe in the courage
E also in fear
To you who are the best thing
What has happened to me
to you that all changes
day and still remains the same

To you who are just six

Substance of my days Substance of my dreams


To you who are
Essentially six
substance of my dreams
Substance of my days



to you that you do not like you ever
And you're a marvel
The forces of nature are concentrated in you
That you're a rock you are a plant you're a hurricane You
the horizon that greets me when I walk away
to you that you're the only friend
I can get
The only love I'd want
If I had you with me
To you that have made my life
Drop Dead Gorgeous
What can you render the effort
A pleasure
To you who are my great love
And my great love To you that
you took my life
And you have done much more
To you that have given meaning to time Without measuring it


To you who are my great love
And my great love
To you who are Just six Substance

of my days Substance of my dreams And you
you're just six

companion of my days Substance of my dreams


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to you Sunday morning, the sun breaks.

startled for a ray of sun that has decided to strongly reflected throughout the room. Roll out of bed, slide barefoot on the frozen ground, drag me into the kitchen, I made it here, I'm sitting! I look a bit 'round and there is no one, absolutely no one not even the dog. I realize the splendid light out the window and trees between their branches seem to welcome the warmth of the world. Suddenly they are already standing.

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. . .

The reign of his words, jokes

foaming in the wings of a frafalla

his foul mouth that pierces the sound of poetry and

language aside, his color, which destroys the silence of view.
The slow hiss of salt this entry

descends from the most remote, ivory soul ade

What joy!

Eager carefree!

this happiness that shakes hands

and the desire to reduce to nothing

and meat drowning in your memory.

But beauty,

The beauty of your mad dash has never gone

anz'essa steal all the night was

in the dark and laugh at the time.

Or we went to

me.

you,

beautiful flower of the first tree.

on the column of Thebes built your home

rooftops of Paris reminds us of our passion

or my little joy!