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Generazioni di mamme Il tempo passa in frettamentre hai sulle ginocchia un figlio,prima in grembo,poi nutrito con affetto e latte...

Θυμάμαι Μάνα Θυμάμαι τ΄ αφρατένιο χέρι σουνα πνίγει το δικό μου.Βήματα ασταθή κι ανήσυχαέκανα πρώτη μου φορά.Θυμάμαι το βαμβακένιο επίθεμανα...

The living deity who believes the best in me,With much hardships,She mounted Marigold mountains,To drain herself in humdrum murkiness,And to...

I knocked on the BLUE doorAt the end of the avenueThe innocence of love vanished into the fogMisting the mirrorThe...

The womb of love bore the seed of its progenyYears pass and generations progressAn amalgamation so extraordinaryOf a couple's feelings...

He would always walk,the very same replica of a way,a figment of his unique insecurity,and headed right againstthe non-negotiable nothing.A...

The unforeseen traumaHaunts me in isolationThreatens my Kith and kinTo be aware of the virusBeware of the virus Don't know...

I leaned forward,propping myself on elbowsposing for a hot clickAnd you came uninvited,Pushing me into the depth of despair,Engulfed by...

When a way looks like a blank verse,And unpredictability wrapping all the steps,The boon of friendship directs with prudenceThat no...

“The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling...