I want to sea.
Sicily. Photos of ME. In this of those stones that you destroy your feet. But that disappear under the water clear. And then you can not help but run-no matter, after all, if you hurt your feet, and dive. Escape from the heat. Escaping from the thoughts of the school year finally past.
It 's like' summer.
... the sadness does not prevail over me
with the song I keep it away
the days get longer
'm waiting for the summer ...
F. Battiato-Waiting for the summer
with the song I keep it away
the days get longer
'm waiting for the summer ...
F. Battiato-Waiting for the summer
