Two light lines awake dusty things They cut up the darkness with rage the lines of light? Dirty, shapeless objects that cry They are left in their
E? appena prima di appassire che la rosa emana il suo profumo. Il profumo forte inebriante del fiore rosso in decadenza. E? appena prima di marcire
Fleeting rainbow light, sweet illusion optical illusion drops of water? a drop reflects a ray and refracts a ray Ambiguous, perfect shape by the
A woman washes up the dishes A child watches the Old Rome on tv A husband beats up his wife A man opens the entrance The drop is absence for the heedless
E? appena prima di appassire che la rosa emana il suo profumo. Il profumo forte inebriante del fiore rosso in decadenza. E? appena prima di marcire che
Two light lines awake dusty things They cut up the darkness with rage the lines of light? Dirty, shapeless objects that cry They are left in their sad
