Why Propane Needs A Regulator

Osteria

this that I want to tell

is not a poem,

but is the story of the tavern.
dear old girl!

How many evenings we spent in happiness

with a glass of wine

and down to joke with friends ...
Memories of a distant time,

the first love that I shook hands

make eye timidly slowly.
How many people have you seen go

and many secrets to keep!
Then it was all real,

today I closed my eyes for a moment

returning to dream ....