Non conosci ancora niente di me
Because we Catholics are such hypocrites...
My eyes opened
You sealed the deal
Everything is based on fantasy
Art
Non conosci veramente una persona
Because the beauty blinds your mind
Words she manipulates
Technology he enslaves
Inspirational desire
Trust
Everything can be fake Virgil: joy, pain, hate, illness, recovery... even love.
Because the enclosure I put myself in
Stockholm syndrome
What kills the cat
Lust encourages
Forgery
And I'm absolutely sane as long as we're together
Because Abramović warned you
to avoid falling for an artist
Forgery Original
Original Forgery
Fate
Don’t you know me?
Because the characters she delivers deceive you
For you could never guess what she is
Fragile yet tough
Cruel intentions
Love
Don’t you know me by now?
links:
cruel intentions
before sunrise (milkshake)
the artist is present
la migliore offerta
absolute beginner (carla bruni)
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