"This rain that now blinds the windows
will cheer in the lost suburbs
the black grapes of a vine in a
faded courtyard. The shrill
evening brings me the dreamed voice
of my father who returns and is not dead."
Created by d'Araprì
"This rain that now blinds the windows
will cheer in the lost suburbs
the black grapes of a vine in a
faded courtyard. The shrill
evening brings me the dreamed voice
of my father who returns and is not dead."
Created by d'Araprì