il lungo freddo
sospeso in foglie
di cristallo
come un fantasma
sull'orizzonte
non odo ancora
non odo più
le nuvole negli occhi
a piovere silenzi...
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He was silent for a while.
"... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence -- that which makes its truth, its meaning its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream: alone..."
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there is no translation but the pic is very interesting to me. do you paint them?
i would love to be updated on your band! my boyfriend loves music. he plays the guitar. what kind of music is it? what instrument do you play?
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