Free Poetry by Heartofdarkness image source For some reason, I love the night, and also the wanderers who walk in the dark of the night with a wild, courageous, and honest mind. Like a tiger roaring in

Who is my name, who will remember me like this, I am worried about my killer's intellect. I have invented a different way of doing everyday. It has been a long day in my fist. Tell my existence to my beach.

And yet another Nanni Moretti classic, which showcases his signature charm and loveability. La Stanza del Figlio may be sad at times, but it's genuine and its heart is in the right place.