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Our senses are limited....Our memory is selective. Sometimes for our own sake, too.... Fragrances blown away, flavours washed aside.... razor blade guitar riffs grasping empty clubs` ceilings, sunsets swallowed by darkness.... Sparks in the eyes of a stranger bounce on our skin..... An experimental attempt to frame vanishing emotions .. before all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain

10 March 2006

Mombasa - Fort Jesus football club


La partita di calcetto serale all'ombra di Fort Jesus nella medina di Mombasa
I futuri campioni sono nati nel Bismarck Soccer Club?
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