AL CITOFONO ERA ANTHONY HOPKINS. L'eco confuso e distorto dei tuoi spettri soffoca ogni grido e ogni mio più intimo desiderio di spegnermi per sempre. La solitudine è il prezzo che dobbiamo pagare per essere nati in questa epoca moderna, così piena di libertà, indipendenza ed egoistica affermazione di sè stessi.
IT WAS ANTHONY HOPKINS AT THE BUZZER. The confused and distorted echo of your phantoms Suffocates every scream and all my most intimate desires of ceasing forever. Solitude is the price we have to pay For being born in these modern times, So full of freedom, independence and selfish statement of ourselves.
IT WAS ANTHONY HOPKINS AT THE BUZZER. The confused and distorted echo of your phantoms Suffocates every scream and all my most intimate desires of ceasing forever. Solitude is the price we have to pay For being born in these modern times, So full of freedom, independence and selfish statement of ourselves.