Yes, many loved before us
I know that we are not new,
In city and in forest
They smiled like me and you,
But now it’s come to distances
And both of us must try,
Your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.
I write stuff. I see movies. I'm used to think. I use to drink a lot. I try to be different. So i'm not an interesting person. So i'm not cool. I've lived in a lot of places, but i'm still home. This is not a blog. This is not a poem. There is no love, no passion and no hopes in my old and wounded vein. I won't trust in you, so: don't trust in me. La cambio o no, 'sta intro?
Grande canzone del Grande Canadese....
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