Bruno M. Tôp: Monday they are cold in the spring, The…
Monday they are cold in the spring, The birds had stopped to sing, And I have noticed, Happy days if had been. There it comes rain again, Wetting the Tuesday, And fulling my heart, Of uncertainty and pain. The streets are empty, With the candy fog, Of the frozen Wednesday. That they make me to […]
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