the poppies blooming on the watershed square in the crowd, the
eyes are low, the beauty is as subtle as possible, but the
body still can't hide
the crowd crazy
Malena,
the goddess hugged in the dream of the teenage girl, the
bicycle chases to the seaside
streets and alleys Climb faster than eyes
to the attic of the great locust tree
Oh, Malena, you are
all his day and night
Malena, with the war
makes Sicily shake the
saliva is accumulating the storm is approaching
beauty is a sin too The container of sin until you cried and cried
naked in the square, and finally understood that human nature is hopeless . Until you returned, you walked slowly through the square with your empty-handed husband in hand. It was more melodious than an adagio , and your sad wrinkles made the crowd calm. Accept and repent without leaving a trace Malena, the beginning of the boy who saw everything running in the opposite direction of you and finished his dream
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