— scribacchino
Work in progress:
— Mezza fiaccola
— Dialogo
as you watch me in return,
with those gentle eyes, and yet
you do not know, you do not know
what I feel, despite everything.
My tender heart—do you still wish
to belittle it?
as you watch me in return,
with those gentle eyes, and yet
you do not know, you do not know
what I feel, despite everything.
My tender heart—do you still wish
to belittle it?