Ti amo, dolche dona!
My destiny is red, my aura is white.
The slices of orange on a terracotta tray
as sweet as your skin.
There're some sea salt drops on your hair.
My hair is covered with snow.
A glass of grappa would warm my chilly body.
But I haven't drunk for a long time,
as no drinks attracted me,
only your kisses, your warm breath.
I want to see you, but I can't.
It's as if someone has folded my eyes with a veil.
Snow is falling over the sky.
Young man, how do you manage to appear
in such an old temple?
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