Pic by JB, 2018
Empty mind with no thoughts
doesn’t know what I am
lost in silly streams made
by mist, details and fog
Snow came, snow soon has gone
so the ground is back brown
mix of mud and fresh hopes
of sense and better days
A life’s breath splits the clouds
that invade all the things’
and thoughts’ space
In the winter’s cold March
can grow up
Italian version
March, 4th 2018
The skin of the angels 
[…] 4.3.2018 Versione inglese […]
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Judy, ti volevo parlare ma ho perso la mail che mi avevi dato. Posso contattarti privatamente in qualche modo?
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Kristine ha la mia mail. Le chiedo di passartela
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