Sep 28, 2005 16:02
Tom...Vein dietro a me, e lascia dir le genti. Sta come torre ferma, che non crolla. Già mai la cima per soffiar di venti. Per lei.
And if I you ever walk up to me smelling like a goddamn liquor shop after I have expressly told you alcohol is forbidden I'm going to hunt down where you're living, take every bottle of booze in the place and beat you with them drink it all myself confiscate it for good.
That is all.