vivimi
January 26, 2008
chudi eyes and let you away with me…
slows down while the world is now night…
slowly secretly vivimi now!
Original post by Jessica ScarnÃ
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January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
Written by Filed Under category Without Leave a Comment
[quand'ecco an item]
January 25, 2008
While it was breath of fire
a thought thirsting for fresh
s'incaglia inaccurate
the keel dell'afa that oppresses
sangria ice
that sips inside stilla
and falls
fire
burst of laughter
that stumbles in silence
and falls
crying
in the fall flight of a voice
smile-look makes me tremble the burned things
and hand alcove
a fullness ancient never vanished
in the fresh dissoda
until brusìo sounds more secrets
Original post by Adelaide Cantafio
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