know guys who have been to those places, which I have had the pleasant aroma that takes to the air of these cities, hungry for glory. Old statues punished by the passage of time as legendary stories and myths have Olympians. say around girls dressed in bright colors that reflect the sun, leading sunglasses to cover her eyes and her hair tied to hondee no wind. That smell of ivy and jasmine, with hints of lavender, a delight for the nose.
Do I want when I return? or because you've forgotten about me ... My last memory of your figure: A sunset. Italy alone tell me what you want, just kiss me when you return it ... Venice ...
Ciao Bambina ...
Dov'รจ ... il phone?
In my absence, nothing serious, do not fear, again ... Well, maybe not ...
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