through the paper this morning on a beach in the Abruzzo
eye falls on weather forecast ...
skim the low temperature
a minimum in particular makes me stop the eye
13 degrees in August, while everywhere '18-20
that city' and '? .. I think I look ...
the eagle, the eagle cazzo.cazzo me my heart .. I here and there and the sun
'already cold, all right' and them 'tomorrow .. tomorrow, the autumn season, the ugly and '
already here in August, for them.
so soon is our gift to them,
just a song, a song ..
much depends on the heart, and there we have spent a great deal.
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