the sun shining shiny over my head draws History on my naked skin and clouds pass by to tell my heart I need to walk and work on this part. we met there where time appears and places change in shape – they last nothing. we grew there where we …
Cambio casa, e ritorno al tempo in cui il tempo non era che un sogno, e imparo once again die Kunst eines Lebens senza bisogno, piena di vuoti a riempire il disegno. What could I ask then to the years to follow? We were going to learn that everyone is …
and it rains everytime I want to bike, it rains. but it rains everytime I want to bike, it rains. so it rains everytime I want to bike. if it rains everytime I need to bike, I’ll get rather wet in a desperate crying. so I never want to bike, …
