Ti amavo Attis un tempo.. mi sembravi una fanciulla piccola e senza grazie (Saffo fr. 40-41 D).
Reminescens swirl and in the same time the woman dignity burs, crumbls and dirties, together.
Shadows of a petticoat draw the hourglass of time: the minutes don't erase the violence, we can only think to forget the anguish.
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