Surprise! With your sharp frost. Take me! With your heart of ice! Hurt me! With your sharp crystals on my face. Hit me! And most do not make me get up. Love me, hate me and ... Beat me with your snowflakes. Tranquillizzami ... Like an empty afternoon on a tram in Milan. Aimless, wandering in darkness and in traffic. Pending the past. And I'll whisper once again: "Merry Christmas, my love."
Pending winter 2010 ...
Beatrice Eleanor
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