What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?
|Barbara|Italy|Classe '98|

 

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Late evening calligraphy studies creating a Macaulay-twins-flat-like mess – tea cups and ink stains all around