olia_tandoori @ 2010-06-11T11: 13:00 the footsteps of the charming
bogemienne , which continues to torment with you our impressionable souls with stories about India and its treasures, not only and not so much the material (here and
dive on Wednesday , and exciting своей кристальной простотой
зарисовки ), собралась было и я выудить из своей памяти картинки из безумного калейдоскопа под названием «Индия моими eyes
/ ears / legs / stomach », but once again realize that I have about it not written, and does not say. She - there, inside, and wherever I was, some from the chakras, I always associated with it silently.
perhaps, to gain peace of mind to shake tarantayke in Delhi during rush hour (lasting from sunrise to sunset) is much even more effective than walking along the turquoise coast of Malta.
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