In good old times, remember my friend,
Moon was so bright and so close to us, sometimes
We were still blind and deaf, what a bliss?
Painting the world of our own, for our own eyes, now?
"Can...
Tipo: Messaggi; Utente: Blacko
In good old times, remember my friend,
Moon was so bright and so close to us, sometimes
We were still blind and deaf, what a bliss?
Painting the world of our own, for our own eyes, now?
"Can...