Help With Gentil Warts

The breath of wind is heard your

You lose the look of rippling waves,
hopes faded, and some memory
;


and night falls and the rises anger, on the dry sand

someone desperate.

A woman's face, so the rice

quand'all'improvviso
got up the skirt.

A dog that runs, with the wet blanket


pursues only the time passing by.

If what I feel

smile off his face looks a good
the wind blowing.