Sometimes I wake up and realize that a single man conceived and wrote this series of pieces in just under twenty years without ever plagiarizing or copying anyone, and I say to myself: “Is there perhaps anyone who has done better than him?”
An adventure
Emotions
You come back to my mind
Pink flowers, peach blossoms
The time to die
I will live it (without you)
Anna
Oh my God, no
Thoughts and words
The gardens of March
Anyway beautiful
And I think of you
My free song
I would like it... I wouldn't like it... but if you want
The light of the East
Wind in the wind
Also for you
The song of the sun (now annoying but deserves mention because it has made an impact and is a generational cult)
The cherry hill
Our dear angel
This pink hell
Embrace her, embrace them, embrace yourself
Still you
Breathing
Loving each other a little
Not even a minute of "non-love"
A woman for a friend
Take it this way
A gloomy day
With the pink ribbon
Don Giovanni
The things they think
Big seagull
But the rhinoceros
What will he do again
An adventure
Emotions
You come back to my mind
Pink flowers, peach blossoms
The time to die
I will live it (without you)
Anna
Oh my God, no
Thoughts and words
The gardens of March
Anyway beautiful
And I think of you
My free song
I would like it... I wouldn't like it... but if you want
The light of the East
Wind in the wind
Also for you
The song of the sun (now annoying but deserves mention because it has made an impact and is a generational cult)
The cherry hill
Our dear angel
This pink hell
Embrace her, embrace them, embrace yourself
Still you
Breathing
Loving each other a little
Not even a minute of "non-love"
A woman for a friend
Take it this way
A gloomy day
With the pink ribbon
Don Giovanni
The things they think
Big seagull
But the rhinoceros
What will he do again

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