You said to me, on that deserted beach in California, 'you can touch my legs.' But I didn't do it. There, my love, is love lost. That's why I've never stopped wondering, since that day: where have you been? [The young pope]
You said to me, on that deserted beach in California, 'you can touch my legs.' But I didn't do it. There, my love, is love lost. That's why I've never stopped wondering, since that day: where have you been? [The young pope]