Human Wet And Wavy Half Wig

Hercules would been there ..

crumbling of late afternoon sun by the rocks at the entrance Ocean.
is fascinating at this point in Tangiers where Mediterranean and Atlantic meet, to see how sea and ocean are unmatched character and color.
In this part of the world for the man who is not free, the ocean is a hope, an obstacle as a cemetery.

Back with my insolent French passport that opens all doors in the world, and already
envy horizon, European luxury.
On ocean freighters, of boats, land, rail,
desire to return to Asia as a part of myself;
me a long time away is like a soft elastic at its peak.
It tickles, scratch that, just returned home.
Wherever I go, I know I will always,
know the mystery of the recipe looks from there. .
Is not Stephanie ? :)

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Man and the Sea



Freeman, you will always cherish the sea!
The sea is your mirror, you contemplate your soul
In the infinite unrolling of its billows
And your mind is no less bitter pit.

You like to dive in your image;
You kiss her eyes and arms, and your heart
Getting distracted at times from its own rumor
the sound of this complaint indomitable and wild.

You're both dark and quiet:
Man, no one has sounded the depths of your being;
O sea, no one knows your hidden riches,
So you're jealous keep your secrets!

Yet for countless centuries
you have fought without mercy or remorse,
So you like the carnage and death,
O eternal fighters, implacable brothers!

Baudelaire


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