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Io e la macchina
Miei amici in dietro
L'autostrada con la campagne
Alberi…
Montagne…
Fiume…
Al 'campeggio'
Vicino al mare, vicino alla spaggia
La 'casa' non è cotruita
È notte
Sono isolate
È sono contenti.
In Italia
E la vita è bellissima
E la notte è bella
E le stele
Sono belli
Sotto gli alberi belli.
Miei amici in dietro
L'autostrada con la campagne
Alberi…
Montagne…
Fiume…
Al 'campeggio'
Vicino al mare, vicino alla spaggia
La 'casa' non è cotruita
È notte
Sono isolate
È sono contenti.
In Italia
E la vita è bellissima
E la notte è bella
E le stele
Sono belli
Sotto gli alberi belli.
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Faberry
Quinn held the brunette's hair back as she vomited into the toilet again.the blonde rocked backwards with rachel in her lap, replacing the cool damp cloth on her forehead."thanks" she whispered hoarsely.
"shhh don't talk, you'll only wreck you beautiful voice." Rachel whimpered softly and Quinn cuddled her closer. She felt the tiny girl jerk and she quickly pushed her back over the porcelain bowl while holding her hair back. Quinn pulled her back into her lap once more. this routine had been going on for the past hour at least. Quinn carefully extracted herself from under Rachel and as she met her questioning stare bent back down quickly and
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Brittana
She stares at me, her dark eyes wet around the edges,
like she has been crying.
My heart pounds with sadness at the sight of her.
She stares at me, knowing all of my secrets, my fears,
and yet she still loves me.
She reaches out and touches my face
and I breathe out one word
"Santana"
That is all she needs to hear.
Because in that word
she can hear my heart, crying out for her.
As she brings our lips closer
I can hear her say
"Brittany"
and then we collide.
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Brittana drabble
"San", She breathed. The single word, sending shivers down my spine. Her chest is rising and falling, hard, like she has been running. Running hard. Her eyes are puffy too. A cold knot forms in my stomach. I made her cry. I should have stayed silent. We can't be friends anymore, not with how I feel. Plus she probably hates me now. "Please, I didn't say anything. You just walked away so fast before I could."
"It's.. It's ok Brit. I made you cry. I know what tears mean. I know."
"Do you? Because I don't think you do." She moves closer and I draw in a sharp breath. I should move away. I don't deserve to have her so close. Her eyes though, her
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My first attempt at an Italian poem.
My brother is better at these -.-'
Anyways...not as bad as I thought it would be :3
My brother is better at these -.-'
Anyways...not as bad as I thought it would be :3
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lol I don't understand Itallian but I had to click on this because the title you gave this poem.. is my grandfather's name XD Alvin Campo aka Al Campo