What about Berlin?
pitch dark soon.
Bicycles, many.
Police, little.
controllers on the subway, in civilian clothes.
lights on the sides of the avenues, sparse.
Neon lights and led the Turkish doner, and many dense.
people at the right distance.
People, weird, lined, dark with smiles mentioned. Sober or aggressive.
traffic and queues, non-existent.
History, prayers by rote, the mantra of removal. Do not remove.
Repetita iuvant . Case
big, hot, high.
MilchKaffe big, hot, high. Local
small. With the sounds sorted, the quality that you touch and the lights of the club made with the care of an embroidery.
Hair courts.
Woods. Everywhere. Indeed, forests.
With deer from the window of the bus.
And the crows' feet on two sides of the Spree.
Berlin went further. As it was already over in the twenties. Before the crisis, shone clear. Beyond modernity. Dynamic and special. It now runs, relaxed and tough, with frenamano bitter past, still a veil of black makeup on his face.
To all this, I look with respect and some hesitation.
Italy as a country felt ridiculous. The newspapers deride, the information is of high standard and uninhibited. I find myself dazed in front of a local news channel. I do not understand a damn, but the images are clear, the factual information processed (with pictures if we were not even in Italy would not dream of seeing because they would be censored (perhaps because to be verified? As our Minister Carfagna on the facts of Ruby (which is the belief that government should check the work of journalists (but who believes this to work for the FBI ?)))) is objective and clear.
And I felt embarrassed.
the Berlin so perhaps I preferred the children's strollers in Dresden.
Many in the youngest city in Germany.
trailed by as large as bicycles and carts. The cult of the bicycle, a Dresden modern, old, new, quiet, dark, impressive music. The houses east on the edge of the lawn. Seem out of card board. Explodes into the white light of the sun that filters through the thin glass. The mattresses on the floor. The heat from the wood planks on the floor.
Elba, the aorta. And
Neustadt, punk heart.
pitch dark soon.
Bicycles, many.
Police, little.
controllers on the subway, in civilian clothes.
lights on the sides of the avenues, sparse.
Neon lights and led the Turkish doner, and many dense.
people at the right distance.
People, weird, lined, dark with smiles mentioned. Sober or aggressive.
traffic and queues, non-existent.
History, prayers by rote, the mantra of removal. Do not remove.
Repetita iuvant . Case
big, hot, high.
MilchKaffe big, hot, high. Local
small. With the sounds sorted, the quality that you touch and the lights of the club made with the care of an embroidery.
Hair courts.
Woods. Everywhere. Indeed, forests.
With deer from the window of the bus.
And the crows' feet on two sides of the Spree.
Berlin went further. As it was already over in the twenties. Before the crisis, shone clear. Beyond modernity. Dynamic and special. It now runs, relaxed and tough, with frenamano bitter past, still a veil of black makeup on his face.
To all this, I look with respect and some hesitation.
Italy as a country felt ridiculous. The newspapers deride, the information is of high standard and uninhibited. I find myself dazed in front of a local news channel. I do not understand a damn, but the images are clear, the factual information processed (with pictures if we were not even in Italy would not dream of seeing because they would be censored (perhaps because to be verified? As our Minister Carfagna on the facts of Ruby (which is the belief that government should check the work of journalists (but who believes this to work for the FBI ?)))) is objective and clear.
And I felt embarrassed.
the Berlin so perhaps I preferred the children's strollers in Dresden.
Many in the youngest city in Germany.
trailed by as large as bicycles and carts. The cult of the bicycle, a Dresden modern, old, new, quiet, dark, impressive music. The houses east on the edge of the lawn. Seem out of card board. Explodes into the white light of the sun that filters through the thin glass. The mattresses on the floor. The heat from the wood planks on the floor.
Elba, the aorta. And
Neustadt, punk heart.
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