♪ ♫ ♪ “She’s got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place,
where as a child I’d hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by
Sweet child o’ mine
Sweet love of mine” ♪ ♫ ♪
- Guns and Roses

© non solo Kawaii - Bunnybuki, 2012
Photo: Laura Castellanza
Setting: Angela Chiappa