The white cat di Roberto Ioannilli - Ross

The white cat Like a white cat she seems to me her white smooth moving in the light breeze touching my heart, quiet miaows asking for warmth. Her silent steps take a walk on the bay of thoughts so far away, her brighting glances defeat the darkness of the night, lovely purrs are a prelude to love and fight but they are moments you have to catch quickly, 'couse She (the white cat) may give you her body tricky but there are parts of her being that she'll never give up! Roberto Ioannilli La Gatta Bianca Fruscii di bianco lisciano il cuore Miagolii delicati cercano calore Zampe felpate, poggiano delicate, su pensieri lontani Sguardi fluorescenti, notturni, sconfiggono il buio Mille fusa delicate sono un preludio all’amore … ma sono attimi che devi copiare, veloce, perché essa; la gatta; ti presta soltanto il suo corpo mai di certo, il suo cuore! Roberto Ioannilli