All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

Lei che soffre sempre come da copione.

Tu che credi sempre in questi grandi amori, ma poi non è così.


2 comments:

//\\oo//\\ said...

CRY! I love this. I want love like this. The world isn't like this anymore and people like me will always get hurt. :(

Giusi. said...

yah.. i don't think it exists anymore. not here anyways. :(((

when the enchantment and magic exist around it.. then you know it's something special. once it doesn't.. then i dunno how to survive in the monotony of this selfish, ordinary, daily grind we live in.