And knowing that dawn will come a blond curl
by my window, my window of truth, illusions
of life ...
! How much life, what beauty!
as I appreciate this piece of existence ...
remember, my loved ones who have gone so
lived, loved, dreamed too ...
Sometimes I miss their voices, a caress,
so many times of silence ...
missing
But the sun warms and embraces and life goes on pretty
and still raining and tears subside
memories, drain and follow this road
beautiful I have and is the greatest thing I have to keep loving
Antonietta
valentina
2010
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