Poem
First enigma. Together they shine: the dress risen to my glance, the skirt boundless and red with black pois like a spot of poppies in the lawn. Who knows…were you a dream or the root of a splitted ego? Primo enigma. Risplendono insieme: la veste alzata al mio sguardo, la gonna smisurata e rossa a... Sign in to see full entry.