Its your deep eyes

On the beach

Tan arms tensing as you run

your laugh is contagious
lack of communication

gives us more reason to smile


“Questo ha per essere un sogno”


vacation of you

everything i need to forget

the sun setting as your wrap me

kissing me on the cliffs of Positano


“Il mio amore cresce più profondo”


all I can understand

Deeper we fall

closer to the last grain of sand to fall

The magic dance

One last time

Your hands will cup me

Dear Lorenzo

My amazing everything

07/13/2007

Posted on 01/27/2009
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