below ... wait ... wait ... lose it ... find it. The snow ... this soft, white substance that whitens
my magical mountains and my dreams.
Finally ... could touch, smell her perfume, emanating
enjoy the cold, intoxicated with his greatness
. Walking
sink ... ... ... roll down ...
immerse in cold but its warm embrace and
feel in my body and my mind
the caress of the first snow.
my magical mountains and my dreams.
Finally ... could touch, smell her perfume, emanating
enjoy the cold, intoxicated with his greatness
. Walking
sink ... ... ... roll down ...
immerse in cold but its warm embrace and
feel in my body and my mind
the caress of the first snow.
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