"My wife is dead, I am free! / Finally I can drink as much as I want. / No one can understand me. Among these / dazed drunkards there is perhaps one / who thinks in his morbid nights of making wine a shroud?"
Created by d'Araprì
"My wife is dead, I am free! / Finally I can drink as much as I want. / No one can understand me. Among these / dazed drunkards there is perhaps one / who thinks in his morbid nights of making wine a shroud?"
Created by d'Araprì