Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
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Sunday, 15 April 2018
Era lei la donna che volevo...
...per essere chiamato col mio nome.
Se saprete che lei era con me Questo non sarà certo mai vergogna
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