E 'Friday and I feel flakes cold touch my face and my hair already wet. I see them walking
hidden by two caps hairy laughing as the cold hit me, warming them.
He says something to make fun of her, she laughs and responds in kind, so that he messes up his head in mock disapproval . They stop and their faces hidden by the hot caps disappear.
He embraces her and sometimes her face subsoiler with a smile, until such time as she pulls him by the collar of his jacket to get rid of a kiss kiss on a snowy afternoon unusual.
What words would whisper from behind that hood? Rice will have their lips together while talking? The will said to be crazy about her?
snows on the capital, it snows on dreamy eyes and warm caps. It snows on
whispered words hidden and kisses.
It's snowing on me, unlikely spectator a fleeting moment.
Photo: December 17, 2010 Rome under the snow. Photos from mobile phones.
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