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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

WITH LOVE ...
 



... my heart flys now
she is coming there
flying over the roofs of the homes and she is coming there
just like a air breath hitting your window
so don't send her away
cause she is there for you ...


(no poems i said … but i can't do it)


... one day you will hear the train's whisper
passing by outside of your house ...
(Domenico)



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