In Search of Lost Highway, I am going on a tower
to admire your poise a great lady.
raised with majestic vanity
your jewelry, and hide, sculettando,
malice and lust.
How many have you loved and hated,
many sleepless nights to look for
in dark corners of alleys.
More powerful current Mosken,
have stolen my heart for the poor travelers
sating your hunger with their poor bones.
Angel emerged from hell,
sculettando fair walk between the villages,
unaware of the past.
Vision ephemeral
you leave Lie down in the night
that surrounds you with gold stars.
Naples're just a big bitch, with your streets
&
your songs and history of your bandits and criminals.
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