Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Meaningful Samoan Quotes
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Warsaw Metro is all modern. when I first saw him, I stared as you polish it nicely renovating the communists. Then I learned that it is built deep in the nineties.
wagon capacity is 54 seats. Tonight there was barely half filled. the comfortable, wide seats, apparently planned for the future is already obese population, people read, watch each other over the heads of relamně information screen or just sitting. youngsters will be added later, what did not make it and sits with his head in his lap, ready to pounce at any time. will be added later still true throwers. but nine in the evening is quiet on Saturdays.
left me to hear the accordion. daddy beard absentmindedly blowing into the instrument and wait to see what falls out of whom - a picture that I saw in Paris a week. then I'm mostly disgusted klopila eyes to boot and if it was not embarrassing, stopped I have the ears to hear it twice a day by foreign šmírácky Those Were The Days, My Friend, that's really. But in Warsaw, a phenomenon so rare that I smile and reaches into his wallet. I remember how the top six times in the direction of the Etoile was that I felt pity, or a musician that played really well, and as one of the two or three people in the car, I threw him into kelíšku twenty cents. "Merci," he always behaved with the musician and the man now cejtil as king.
so wait, if daddy issues with my harmonica direction. coin is already prepared, if only slightly stepped ... He and Chase. Two steps and he has thrown a plastic cup small bald boy in bombru. and the young lady beside him. and the girl in yellow boots. and mom in burgundy coat. and the common man. and more, and more. almost the entire car. neděkuje daddy, neuklání to doing the show. Do not look arrogant and angry, as some Hudlice in Paris. monetize their music and in substance, as if you just sold over the counter pounds of potatoes. These windows neblejská Eiffel Tower or the Seine. there is only the Warsaw underground city, tunnels, what is planned in 1920 and finished building in the 2008th and an old accordion player in a cup of coffee from the machine takes in probably twice the hourly minimum wage.
wagon capacity is 54 seats. Tonight there was barely half filled. the comfortable, wide seats, apparently planned for the future is already obese population, people read, watch each other over the heads of relamně information screen or just sitting. youngsters will be added later, what did not make it and sits with his head in his lap, ready to pounce at any time. will be added later still true throwers. but nine in the evening is quiet on Saturdays.
left me to hear the accordion. daddy beard absentmindedly blowing into the instrument and wait to see what falls out of whom - a picture that I saw in Paris a week. then I'm mostly disgusted klopila eyes to boot and if it was not embarrassing, stopped I have the ears to hear it twice a day by foreign šmírácky Those Were The Days, My Friend, that's really. But in Warsaw, a phenomenon so rare that I smile and reaches into his wallet. I remember how the top six times in the direction of the Etoile was that I felt pity, or a musician that played really well, and as one of the two or three people in the car, I threw him into kelíšku twenty cents. "Merci," he always behaved with the musician and the man now cejtil as king.
so wait, if daddy issues with my harmonica direction. coin is already prepared, if only slightly stepped ... He and Chase. Two steps and he has thrown a plastic cup small bald boy in bombru. and the young lady beside him. and the girl in yellow boots. and mom in burgundy coat. and the common man. and more, and more. almost the entire car. neděkuje daddy, neuklání to doing the show. Do not look arrogant and angry, as some Hudlice in Paris. monetize their music and in substance, as if you just sold over the counter pounds of potatoes. These windows neblejská Eiffel Tower or the Seine. there is only the Warsaw underground city, tunnels, what is planned in 1920 and finished building in the 2008th and an old accordion player in a cup of coffee from the machine takes in probably twice the hourly minimum wage.
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