“ITALIAN CHRONICLES”
Love, which has no end but itself, the soul never stops feeling, a kind of blaze kindled by a heavenly spark, never leaving following one’s instincts.
Love, which has no end but itself, the soul never stops feeling, a kind of blaze kindled by a heavenly spark, never leaving following one’s instincts.
Time for intoxication. Let the keys of cages slumber forever at the bottom of the oceans while drinking from a passion river.