PostCard.06.2009.marina di massa
| TIGER, tiger, burning bright | |
| In the forests of the night, | |
| What immortal hand or eye | |
| Could frame thy fearful symmetry? |
| When the stars threw down their spears, | |
| And water'd heaven with their tears, | |
| Did He smile His work to see? | |
| Did He who made the lamb make thee? |
la foto di lei, di schiena, in bianco e nero, e quella tra i piloni. Cuore
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