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canto di desiderio (Other) by Bill Z Bub

Quando il vento agita gli alberi, non vi rompete. Non piegate il vostro collo grazioso. Quando i lupi raccolgono sulla collina e gridano fuori con fame stridente, voi non gira un orecchio squisito. Li conoscete che urlate per voi. When the wind shakes the wood, you do not break. You do not bend your graceful neck. When the wolves swarm the hills and cry out with grinding hunger, you do not turn an exquisite ear. You know they howl for you.

<~> 8-Sep-03/10:17 PM
ah, bill! i wish i could hear you speak this.




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