Sunday, March 13, 2011

How Much To Tip On A Brazilian

Tie me to the end of a kite.

Brandýs I was writing about, but the text contains an enormous contradiction of my experiences and from the moment a small swirl in my head I wait until the conflict will eat each other.

In the meantime, I could complain about the clouds, which weaken the sun. And yet, that this day is not good.

like simple music with simple text, just as I like the complexity of the songs. But for all you have to have humor and today I prefer the former. There are dozens of such teams, similar to one another as crabs, only some of them hatch in the ears for long. That's probably thanks to the voice.

Rosie Thomas, The Kite Song .



I odfruwamy.

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