Tempesta
The sea, the boundless sea, consoles our troubles!
From what demon has been commissioned sublime
of pampering, hoarse singer who accompanies
the gruff winds organ immeasurable?
The sea, the boundless sea, consoles our troubles!
Baudelaire, Moesta et errabunda
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Complimenti!
E nel tuo cuore c'è qualcosa di veramente grande.
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