A twinge into the ribs, the love – Una fitta nelle costole, l’amore – Junghi între coaste, iubirea

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No wonder that we feel like we know each other for centuries
and we went to kindergarten together
if in those times was invented…
We still preserves from past lives
the smell, halos and the bizarre deep in the eyes
This twinge that cuts me the breath, maybe is the love
I cannot retrieve the missing rib, look how you’ve grown since then
look how you’ve grown right now
You’re as the sky; I try to breathing you… through both nostrils
And the twinge it pressed me, pressed me to die

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Non ci meraviglia la sensazione di conoscerci da secoli
e siamo andati insieme a scuola materna
se in quei tempi c’era inventata…
Ancora conserviamo dalle vite passate
l’odore, le aureole e il bizzarro nel profondo agli occhi
questa fitta che mi taglia il respiro, può darsi è l’amore
e costola mancante non posso recuperarla, guarda come sei…

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