And even if you chose
To lock yourself away
If I listen close
I can almost hear you say...
Once I was real, once I could feel some feeling once in a while
JUAN BORGIA in THE BORGIAS (2011-2013)
Brad Kane — Once (Inspired by this edit)
Your blog is very nice, Apollonia, despite her short appearance in The Godfather, she is an attractive (her beauty is natural without cosmetics), are there new pictures of our beloved Simonetta
thank you <33 yeah apollonia is absolutely gorgeous, and simo is just talented. these are the latest pics of her :)
She's a little tough and a reserved person, you're gonna need to impress her if you want her to like you, but overall she's the sweetest and the funniest. a unique gem <3
anyway, simonetta's son (Brenno Placido) has sent me a voice message of simo thanking me for the fanpage i created for her on Instagram. he also said when i visit them in rome he'll invite me in a dinner and meet simonetta 💖
“She was all ovals - oval-shaped eyes, the bones of her face, the contour of her brow. Her skin was an exquisite dark creaminess and her eyes enormous, dark violet or brown but dark with long heavy lashes shadowing her lovely face. Her mouth was rich without being gross, sweet without being weak and dyed dark red with the juice of the grapes. She was so incredibly lovely that Fabrizzio murmured, "Jesus Christ, take my soul I’m dying,” as a joke, but thew words came out a little too hoarsely. As if she had heard him, the girl came down off her toes and whirled away from them and fled back to her pursuers. her haunches moved like an animal’s beneath the tight print of her dress; as pagan and as innocently lustful. When she reached her friends she whirled around again and her face was like a dark hollow against the field of bright flowers. She extended an arm, the hand full of grapes pointed towards the grove. The girls fled laughing with the black-clad stout matrons scolding them….As for Michael Corleone, he found himself standing, his heart pounding in his chest; he felt a little dizzy. The blood was was surging through his body, through all its extremities and pounding against the tips of his fingers, the tips of his toes. All the perfumes of the island came rushing in on the wind, orange, lemon, blossoms, grapes, flowers. It seemed as if his body had sprung away from him out of himself.“