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Giulia Neri
When a message puts a shadow on your day

When a message puts a shadow on your day

Sometimes the limits are only those that we put ourself
Sometimes the limits are only those that we put ourself
Sometimes the limits are only those that we put ourself
Sometimes the limits are only those that we put ourself
book covers
book covers
book covers
book covers
Love is a difficult game
Love is a difficult game
Love is a difficult game
Love is a difficult game
LA REPUBBLICA
LA REPUBBLICA
LA REPUBBLICA
LA REPUBBLICA
We will return to embrace those we love?
We will return to embrace those we love?
We will return to embrace those we love?
We will return to embrace those we love?
Do not wait but do not lose each other
Do not wait but do not lose each other
Do not wait but do not lose each other
Do not wait but do not lose each other
When nothing was more important than us
When nothing was more important than us
When nothing was more important than us
When nothing was more important than us
When the story of your past keeps you bonded
When the story of your past keeps you bonded
When the story of your past keeps you bonded
When the story of your past keeps you bonded
When small problems accumulate, they become heavy to carry
When small problems accumulate, they become heavy to carry
When small problems accumulate, they become heavy to carry
When small problems accumulate, they become heavy to carry
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.”
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