“White widow” di Isabella Quaranta
“There’s a world dying at my door I would die just to taste its blood some more I knew a world lying at…
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Read More“Un ‘anima persa in un bosco lontano. Dilemmi d’amore. Il tempo sembra immobile, solo una lieve brezza a muovere le cose; le foglie…
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