on your stupid face,
falls on your undulating chest
, and your heart slowly burns
like a drizzle of fluttering and
dripping into a strong longing
You always only want to lean against the window
and wait for a lover Look in,
so close your heart and only open the
window and see the spring light outside the window...
If I am the heroine in the film, can I also extinguish the desire outside the window and find myself again?
ps: Ending song Giorgia-Gocce di Memoria
episode Historia De Un Amor
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