When walking alone on the streets,

People stop and stare

And examine my beauty

From head to toe...

And then I savor the cravings

which from their eyes transpires

And from the obvious charms they perceive

The hidden beauties.

So the scent of desire is all around me, 

It makes me happy! 

And you who know, who remembers and yearns, 

You shrink from me?

I know why this is:

You do not want to tell me of your anguish, 

But you feel like dying!

 

Musetta's Aria from Puccini's Opera, La Boheme

 

When a person comes into a room, a story comes with them.
Quando Me'n Vo'
Quando Me'n Vo'

Quando Me'n Vo'
Quando Me'n Vo'

Quando Me'n Vo'
Quando Me'n Vo'

Quando Me'n Vo'
Quando Me'n Vo'

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"Quando Me'n Vo' "