Frizzante Muschio FioritoNo one walks this way. Machines are washing the night like bullets fired in the dark. The neon lights light the girls on the balconies. Only my guitar rests in my bed. I only have the unknown to be with me. The light of the bergamot and white rose petals contrast the salicylates that add a slightly salty note, but without marine effluents, a little like the wind coming fro
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