how many hands can a heart have? how many breathes can a life sustain? how much sand there is at the bottom down of the sea and how many bees around a Christmas tree? are my chains still on? are your freedoms free kingdoms already? Let the answers be found …
Eravamo a Venezia tra i canali e le case con le finestre ben chiuse sul mondo. We sailed our railroad, we said nothing new but we did see the light of that new construction and siam rimasti abbracciati fino al porto vecchio da molti tempi ormai dimenticato, sommerso. Graceful was …
Earrings were forgotten once again when Summer came for a last goodbye, today but She told me not to worry anyway for it is that of the heart the beauty we share.
My words are the worlds the Universe gave me to find me whenever I get lost in my loneliness. My hands want to melt in kindness so what are you waiting for? Come closer, listen to this disguised silence. Give me your hand, let God reach your heart and then …
