Rossella Silvestri:
Rêve
Rossella Silvestri:
when Matisse left me
Rossella Silvestri:
Crawling down
Rossella Silvestri:
Misery.
Rossella Silvestri:
Misery.
Rossella Silvestri:
the last part of me
Rossella Silvestri:
in the morning
Rossella Silvestri:
I'll wait.
Rossella Silvestri:
pray
Rossella Silvestri:
isn't my blame.
Rossella Silvestri:
like the others
Rossella Silvestri:
who I am.
Rossella Silvestri:
typewriter
Rossella Silvestri:
Century of the reflection
Rossella Silvestri:
nobody
Rossella Silvestri:
upside down
Rossella Silvestri:
don't look me
Rossella Silvestri:
no sense
Rossella Silvestri:
none
Rossella Silvestri:
Hidden
Rossella Silvestri:
strange mood
Rossella Silvestri:
self portrait
Rossella Silvestri:
You’ve got that kind of look in your eyes
Rossella Silvestri:
When the morning comes, you forget why we are here.