Bring me a sprig of mimosa, which I can
ridordare, with its cheerful yellow,
summer.
Bring me a sprig of mimosa,
that I can put off, with its sweet scent, reeds
the summer of my land, when
, corrugated by the sirocco,
know of mint and honey,
uniform ... Bring me a sprig of mimosa, `m not matter if they give you
decks:
me just two buttons donated by
your eyes smiling at last of the sun.
Claudia Capone.
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