Whenever an uproar among the other top
is
or gulf m'affossa
I find myself faced with the sticky cobwebs of absence.
A thousand more smiles and is always a look back
round eyes inside your eyes only
small sips of what is the reflection of love.
Or when in the silence of darkness that hangs
and space walks away with his hands to drop to zero
thoughts I dissolve.
E 'voice and eyes as
invisible footprints in the night
moments of ethereal honey
mates path.
tiziana Mignosa
June two thousand and
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