L’anima nel cuore
ed in mano un diario di memorie
e la poesia scivola sul foglio
le parole si rincorrono nel tempo;
io regina
ragazza innamorata,
ed il mio regno,
l’Amore,
verso la fine dell’infinito.
Strano il mio castello lassù sulla collina,
e quella torre?
Dietro quelle sbarre il mio prigioniero,
se davvero l’amassi lo lascerei libero,
eppure e’ felice,
perché io sono la sua regina
e lui il mio prigioniero.
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"Mi piace""Mi piace"
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"Mi piace""Mi piace"
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"Mi piace"Piace a 2 people
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"Mi piace""Mi piace"
Beautiful and dreamy words. The thought of love as a kingdom is powerful, soft, tender, and a little bittersweet. Truly wonderful…
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
Grande
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
Bellisimo ✨
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This piece feels like a doorway into a place every heart has been before. When someone becomes the center of our world, love appears like a grand, endless kingdom. Yet behind that beauty often hides our own fears. Thank you for expressing that inner battle with such honesty and poetry.
Sometimes, while we think we are protecting someone, love is actually teaching us that every heart has wings. There is a gentle power behind the desire to hold on—the wish to stay close without taking freedom away. Maybe love is not about control, but about choosing each other even when the door is open.
I sense a sweet hidden message: even soft cages are made of longing. Thank you for portraying love with such elegance and depth. May every kingdom of feelings you create always bring happiness—free, yet still choosing to stay together.
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
Incatenami al tuo seno…
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
Sogni e poesie di una donna qualunque 
Se puoi lascia un’emozione sarà la benvenuta