Sequels of rose fragrance lie admission-ed through my hair unraveling stories imperfectly traveling langorously in this Italian air filling the depths of my lungs, my melancholic heart,  spinning excessively my thoughts. Before I make my leap I will close my eyes whisper to the sky that burning desire to have my life revived.      … Continue reading timeless

Breathing vision

If youth is the purest grape from which one's hand can mature  a drop of wine all gold and white at rest in the sunshine on bloomed lips laid with fruity lust to settle the taste or that thirsted candor of your eyes, it happens so if you are wise. Unguessed passions turned into strong … Continue reading Breathing vision