「愛しい」- Itoshii-

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#20: Mimi di Diletta Fabiani //Dear my friend -Tegami wo kaku yo- (Miyavi)

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raccontidamusicassetta:

Mimi

C’è il sole e una brezza lieve agita appena l’erba, trasformando le colline in una gigantesca bestia addormentata dal respiro lento. La ragazza respira a ritmo di quel respiro. Se ne sta appoggiata ad un vecchio steccato in rovina , la testa abbandonata contro uno dei pochi pali ancora in piedi, le gambe allungate di fronte a sé.

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