February 2012
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To Music
- As for me, I follow, dishevelled like a student, Under the green chestnuts, the lively young girls: Which they know very well, and they turn to me, Laughing, eyes which are full of indiscreet things.
I don’t say a word: I just keep on looking at The skin of their white necks embroidered with stray locks: I go hunting, beneath bodices and thin attire, The divine back below the curve of...
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