A girl was dancing around the corrupt's orders to show them her power
Some mysterious songs are driving the rhythms of new happy grease .
A student are driving her pen around the sand which she's touching
Some wolves are discovering that Pier Paolo continues waking people
She rents a bicycle to smell her fears which will illuminate her rows
Orders were driving by gods who aligned emotions of poor lives
A book contained rich words where a star descends to illuminate its
Pasolini in ovni, walks in a wild beach, to share a possible world
Loving youngs, without Medias, who take their hands to discover ways
Dancing in the middle of a playground with citizens who break chains
A table where different fingers write tales about sad cats without boots
A city is being built by young in a rainy day of March. My mind dances
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