Confession
Some days I don’t feel anything. Other days, I feel everything all at once. And I don’t know which is worse: to be empty or to be so full, it’s breaking you apart…
Un sorriso di infinita ironia…lei aveva comunicato, condiviso il suo segreto, trasmesso il suo veleno; non avrebbe parlato più…
You are so beautiful and sexy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Ancora i miei versi per te, Mira:
Di questo campo fiorito
a volte in ombra a volte
scaldato dal sole
umido sempre di rugiada
quali petali
preferisco carezzare con le dita?
O più dolcemente ad occhi chiusi
sfiorare con le labbra?
La nebbia li vela e li rivela
profumati come le rose
in un turbinio di farfalle in bianco e nero
che non hanno mai poggiato
la loro carne sul mio cuore.
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Ma che meraviglia?…Grazie Marcello…
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Thank you so much, Mira,
Here is the English version, to which I gave the title, which I forgot when I published the poem in Italian:
Your body
Of this flowery field,
sometimes in the shade
sometimes heated by the sun,
always damp with dew,
which petals
do I prefer to caress with my fingers?
Or more sweetly with eyes closed
to brush with my lips?
The fog veils and reveals them
as fragrant as roses
in a swirl of black and white butterflies,
that have never placed
their flesh on my heart.
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Just wow. Your videos are always so beautiful and tremendously arousing at the same time.
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Mi chiedo cosa ti prenda alla fine di questo meraviglioso spettacolo
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La consegna di ogni confessione…
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Decisamente sì
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