I will Be the water that you disseta,
will sleep under the sky.
Heat me the naked body that the wind of leaves will dress again.
And I will be sipped in the air,
tomorrow it is another day.
Very more my liberty is worth,
not certain a smile.
Under qusto roof stò,
has not there need of my indipedenza.
venerdì 23 gennaio 2009
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