War. Criminals. Theft. Violence. These things could not settle in his mind. As soon as they floated in they flew out. His thoughts were too preoccupied with positive, nostalgic memories. He felt no more sadness, anger, frustration towards the world. The only concept that could attract these ideas to his head is the same one which invokes passion, determination, hope into his heart. His love was an oxymoron. Numbing him to the world yet causing so much strife within himself, within his ideas of romance.. of Rome. The only thing that had any significance in his life lived a thousand miles away, in a land of many tongues; tongues which could could say anything they liked and still sound unimaginably beautiful..


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GiuseppeFrancescoTalese (joined over 13 years ago)

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love hope Passion passion war anger Italy invoke Rome frustration tongues


Bombs were the last thing on his mind.
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