I hadn't known
In watching wars
Why hiding longs
On gentle shores
I hadn't found
Lost ways home
In watching wars
Wild olives grew away
While hiding longed
On gentle shores
Finding her
In flowers burning
She wrapped me as memory
In pocket and carried

testa di moro

Somebody loved somebody
I'm an Irish journalist
Stop human rights violations
Stop homeless trafficking
In california

Irwins people can't stop me and bambina