amanteana I found a poet among the old books at home. I leave here a beautiful poem:
rains, the smell of grass in the air
smell clean and quiet and natural renewal
completion of a peaceful
the streets are almost deserted
yours, and you resent your country
Fortunata Morelli
We hope that this film is a rain amanteani the country to give them soul and hands.
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