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Giulia Neri

The Milaneser

When you know that there is something different for you
When you know that there is something different for you
When you know that there is something different for you
When you know that there is something different for you
Ucraina
Ucraina
Ucraina
Ucraina
How can we get out of a complicate relationship?
How can we get out of a complicate relationship?
How can we get out of a complicate relationship?
How can we get out of a complicate relationship?
Something about depression
Something about depression
Something about depression
Something about depression
When you spoke of waiting something you can't have
When you spoke of waiting something you can't have
When you spoke of waiting something you can't have
When you spoke of waiting something you can't have
Far away and so close
Far away and so close
Far away and so close
Far away and so close
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.”
The end of the story
The end of the story
The end of the story
The end of the story
Do you have to be lucky to find love?
Do you have to be lucky to find love?
Do you have to be lucky to find love?
Do you have to be lucky to find love?
Baby, I'll call you later
Baby, I'll call you later
Baby, I'll call you later
Baby, I'll call you later
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