In a novel that
find more truth in life itself,
so saturated with hypocrisy. In a poem
encounters love, who in his youth
wanted,
thè is nothing but passion. In a music
feel the sweetness, so that
fruitlessly seeking
as messenger of emotions. Review
In a painting the beauty,
dear to today's world,
now faded due to weather. In the eyes
yet rediscover the soul's faint echoes of the past
stifle the whole, and in a moment
conceal the idyllic dreams.
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