The sketch of turbulence
View habit
Stating his start
See the flowers wither without shout loudly
But do nothing
Walk her life sadly lost navel
Firenze blazes and the world forgets night
Passers undulate under the firmament near fountains
The soul is pink in moments of candor throughout
Detour of the ornaments breaks arise in our
Existences of stars in the corner of the day in terms
With a glance, however, that the city is exposed
Remains a verdict, a sudden halt
Where interpose recognized the love poem
Plural sequences life
In rediscovered scabious
At the source of Italy