Le playlist con La primavera romana della signora Stone

Aprile è il mese più crudele

breeding   Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing   Memory and desire, stirring   Dull roots with spring rain.   Winter kept us warm, covering         Earth in forgetful snow, feeding   A little life with dried tubers.   Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee   With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,   And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,   And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.   Bin gar keine Russin,...