Giulia Neri

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Giulia Neri

Don't stop to read a book

When you are waiting for someone to fill-up with love

When you are waiting for someone to fill-up with love

When you are waiting for someone to fill-up with love

When you are waiting for someone to fill-up with love

When life wants to tell you something

When life wants to tell you something

When life wants to tell you something

When life wants to tell you something

Sometimes you become your worst enemy

Sometimes you become your worst enemy

Sometimes you become your worst enemy

Sometimes you become your worst enemy

Why do people sometimes create problems for themselves

Why do people sometimes create problems for themselves

Why do people sometimes create problems for themselves

Why do people sometimes create problems for themselves

"...at the end she sang the sound of feelings"

"...at the end she sang the sound of feelings"

"...at the end she sang the sound of feelings"

"...at the end she sang the sound of feelings"

A warm windy is blowing

A warm windy is blowing

A warm windy is blowing

A warm windy is blowing

When the swallow come back

When the swallow come back

When the swallow come back

When the swallow come back

Waiting for a new chapter of your life

Waiting for a new chapter of your life

Waiting for a new chapter of your life

Waiting for a new chapter of your life

Golf is deceptively simple and endlessly complicated

Golf is deceptively simple and endlessly complicated

Golf is deceptively simple and endlessly complicated

Golf is deceptively simple and endlessly complicated

She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”

She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”

She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”

She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”