 
Quando i raggi di Sole toccano
i confini dell’Orizzonte,
il profumo d’Estate fascia
l’Aria frizzante del Tempo
sospeso in un istante d’Estasi infinita.
 
wrapped between the silent sounds of the clear sky,
rolling on the carpet Blu
that caresses your feet to Paradise,
the wake of Hurricane cloud-soft-
follows the space left open by a vortex
Air released from the harmony of a Saturday afternoon,
waiting
From the top of the crest of a wave
the 'Horizon of the Worlds salt
Future riding on the back of
this in mid-air
among the whirlwinds of the Stars,
that will reach to marry
Heaven Spring
with color and fragrance to the Children
Endless Summer.
December 28 Good Love my
Ti Amo Roberto
& # 160;
Samanta
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