...muore di una morte lenta.
Perdendo ogni speranza come foglie.
Finché un giorno non ce ne sono più.
Nessuna speranza.
Non rimane nulla.
Memorie di una Geisha
The heart dies a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves...
Until one day there are none.
No hopes.
Nothing remains.
Memoir of a Geisha
Me
- MadameButterfly
- para-para-paradise
- “So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.” ― Stephen Chbosky
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