marikacaliumi:
It's too cold outside for angles to fly
marikacaliumi:
Give me touch 'cause I've been missing it
marikacaliumi:
I found myself between all these cracks
marikacaliumi:
Sentirai il tuono e mi ricorderai
marikacaliumi:
Prendimi le mani
marikacaliumi:
So leave me in the cold, wait until the snow covers me up
marikacaliumi:
Rome
marikacaliumi:
"She breathed in the crisp autunm air, hoping the loveliness of nature would somoehow cleanse her soul and overshadow her sorrow."
marikacaliumi:
The sun is gonna rise again
marikacaliumi:
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet
marikacaliumi:
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
marikacaliumi:
She reminded me of the sea;
marikacaliumi:
Analog
marikacaliumi:
Occhi persi