Questionnaire Heelys Shoes

Giuli

And the lack

is as strong as the stormy sea during the storm.

angry angry waves by the wind howls and runs strong

to consume his torment, so my soul.

Absence,

Empty, I plow

hour after hour,

resist, resist,

a shovel digging in my silent pain, the silence in which

prolific this evil

that has no name, has no time, no end.

Absence,

miss me, my life,

missing the spring in my garden where they bloom over night

Zagare and jasmine, where it sounds more

the music and our beautiful

where you no longer sing nor I dance.

Happiness is not turned off and the air smells more

Zagare and jasmine.