what love
Ask
the wind whipping his complaint on the gravel
of Sunset Boulevard
hammock frozen
that has lost its gazebo
went whining to the season in the shadow of the streetlight
San Souci
what love
just ask the door to the cloakroom
black
and his romance
to browse endlessly to
reverent greeting
the Peruvian swinging
who bows his head to the luster of the seventh
Polar
Ah, Miss allows
'm the king of the cellar
vaulting all Crocco
under the lights
Arc of San Rocco
but leaned too happy
livid until dawn mist
that dries and consumes us
what love
is a pebble in the shoe
that stings the slow pace of bolero
with the Amazon foreign
make-believe
stranger cavalier
is the ritual each evening
lost to hot spots of San Souci
what love
Ramona is coming into the field
and as a big blow to vaiassa
thee moves you and shakes the
has high heels and your ass down
the naked belly and wiggles
shakes his head possessed
forum with the friend's trusted
Ah, Miss allows
'm the king of the cellar
vampire in the vineyard
subtractor in the kitchen
monarch and son are bohemian
if this is the misery
me we dip
with dignity by rey \u200b\u200b
what love
is an address on the dresser
a place overseas
which is far
just before reaching
six game match
and I find myself repulsed
against my
oldest in the group
here damn
between the underworld of bars
what love is
that remains to be shared
and disputes in the sieve
the penultimate hour
some of Esther Ravarino
I would save
his fate
the trailer ice
immigrants turned
band of San Souci
Ah, Miss allows
'm the king of the cellar
vampire in the vineyard
subtractor in the kitchen
Son monarch am bohemian
if this is the misery
me we dip
with dignity by rey \u200b\u200b
Ah, Miss allows
'm the king of the cellar
vaulting all Crocco
under the arc lights of San Rocco
Son monarch are bohemian
if this is the misery
me we dip
with dignity by rey \u200b\u200b
from "room to the south" 1994
Vinicio Capossela
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