Los gintonics hacen su efecto y mientras el humo de las espirales antimosquitos me atufan,pero cumplen su mision,escuchamos algo de musica country en el Ipod y disfrutamos de la paz y el sosiego del atardecer tropical.
Los perros aullan and sounding rockets and firecrackers to the sound lejos.Siempre. Always barking. Here
no TV, no radio, no internet, but in the morning the crows caw, and laughing at all, and life starts with the horns of cars and motorcycles, or any vendor beep ice cream, curry, fish maybe.
the afternoon sun is falling and calm, while Lusia Pomfreds prepares a delicious fish to 350 rupees a kilo, just three euros, and clams to 50 rupees the 100 pieces, with lots of cuttlefish just reach the two euros.
? Is this real? ? Believed they could not exist? T
In only 23 or 24 degrees, right in January, I can barely remember to Europe shivers.
This life you have to catch it not to escape but not too tight fingers or hands, letting it flow like we flow in the chaos of traffic, if chaotic, but orderly and meaningful. Because everyone knows where you go if you do not do a hoax, and because if they do invade your lane resolute, saying there we go, but showing where they go. And so you too will jump into the traffic, the stream of cars, motorcycles, buses dilapidated, although you always overwhelm you leave a gap to survive. Here
survive is to live fully. although poverty hits you eyes and soul.
Los perros aullan and sounding rockets and firecrackers to the sound lejos.Siempre. Always barking. Here
no TV, no radio, no internet, but in the morning the crows caw, and laughing at all, and life starts with the horns of cars and motorcycles, or any vendor beep ice cream, curry, fish maybe.
the afternoon sun is falling and calm, while Lusia Pomfreds prepares a delicious fish to 350 rupees a kilo, just three euros, and clams to 50 rupees the 100 pieces, with lots of cuttlefish just reach the two euros.
? Is this real? ? Believed they could not exist? T
In only 23 or 24 degrees, right in January, I can barely remember to Europe shivers.
This life you have to catch it not to escape but not too tight fingers or hands, letting it flow like we flow in the chaos of traffic, if chaotic, but orderly and meaningful. Because everyone knows where you go if you do not do a hoax, and because if they do invade your lane resolute, saying there we go, but showing where they go. And so you too will jump into the traffic, the stream of cars, motorcycles, buses dilapidated, although you always overwhelm you leave a gap to survive. Here
survive is to live fully. although poverty hits you eyes and soul.
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