I do not know. It happens to many of my compatriots, especially young people. One day they arrive and can no longer go. Are left playing guitar, drawing on the streets. Manage their lives, looked thoughtfully at the rectangle formed by the sun on the floor beside the door. There is something about the light, the color of the streets, you will pollute. Like falling ill.
Spain, the south, the old culture of Mediterranean Europe, could only be sensed from places like this. Seville was an overlap of stories, links about impossible to explain without ot
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Blood Pressure Mottled Skin Sevilla
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