Luca Terracciano:
No one will bring me to the south again
Luca Terracciano:
Tired of chains
Luca Terracciano:
Tired of being cursed in every language
Luca Terracciano:
Tired of dragging ashore the dead from the malaria swamps
Luca Terracciano:
Tired of solitude
Luca Terracciano:
Odd counterpart of sweetness and fury
Luca Terracciano:
The red moon, the wind, your colour
Luca Terracciano:
A lament of love without love