capture the moments of happiness you always in the most unexpected.
the little phrases said without fear that the ice melt and fuse the stone.
The deep red when I was dropped in a hot August night might see the end in my "August 2".
Maybe.
"What happens next?" with the light tone of one who is not afraid of anything, those who have waited confident.
"When was this song I always thought of you ... and it is shocking to have secretly done the same thing in all this time ... as is another song that opens the doors of my tear glands, tied to a past stubborn, the only one who showed me his heart beat like never before.
I did not want to say too much, maybe I did. But like dear
Leopardi teaches us: "every little moment of happiness will be followed by a much bigger pain"
