Francesco Petrarca. (№ 259723)
Sighing, rustling like leaves
Sad wind, tears pouring hail
When I look at you sad look,
Where in the world I'm a stranger.
Smile your seeing the light good
I do not yearn for other's pleasures,
And life doesn't seem like hell
When I admire your beauty.
Quote Explanation: Translation E. Editor-In-Chief.
№ 259723 Added
MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 17:58
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