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in Rome, with orange and lemonthrees in gardens, named Manzoni or Vittorio Emanuele. The part of the world where the history is too strong to keep on walking, you just gotta stop, smoke a cigarette and feel the ancient touch surrounding each footstep you make, each shadow you see. As in every city, there's no silence, no peace. Just shapes in constant transition, searchin for the perfect form. There's no time to sit down and enjoy all the beautyful shapes around us. There's no time to calm down and LIVE in this city. When will they start selling bottles with time? -K- |
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