Lacrimosa dies illa...
She turned the volume up and closed her eyes. Didn't know what that song was supposed to mean, but knew how it made her feel. It traduced her sadness, her melancholy, the deepest anguishing feelings, even the ones she didn't even know she had... Yes, that song was divine.
Qua resurget ex favilla...
She couldn't take it anymore. Everyday she did the same thing, the same fucking thing. Everday she would wake up, and her husband would already be out - he worked far away and wakes up before 4 a.m.. Then, she would get out of bed, brush her teeth, look at the mirror and feel sorry for the image she's seeing; would get dre
Lacrimosa dies illa...
She turned the volume up and closed her eyes. Didn't know what that song was supposed to mean, but knew how it made her feel. It traduced her sadness, her melancholy, the deepest anguishing feelings, even the ones she didn't even know she had... Yes, that song was divine.
Qua resurget ex favilla...
She couldn't take it anymore. Everyday she did the same thing, the same fucking thing. Everday she would wake up, and her husband would already be out - he worked far away and wakes up before 4 a.m.. Then, she would get out of bed, brush her teeth, look at the mirror and feel sorry for the image she's seeing; would get dre