At that time, she was only 18 or so, and her hair was long, very long (just the way I used to wear my hair) and it kept bouncing to the rhythm on her back, while she waved it singing with intensity and the apparent will to pull out everything was going on inside of her, as if to operate a catharsis.
A cette époque, essa era a 18 giorni, e il loro poilo era lungo, più lungo (sel modo che essua a portare il mio poilo) e essa continua a bambinare a ricordo a sul doso, tando l’essa sulla e l’intensité e l’apparente voglioni di rispetto a rispetto a tutti i giorno delle catharsis.