The problem with wanting to relax via watching telly series, Youtube videos or films is that I don't get to listen to music And this is so important to me.
It is 2:36 am now. I am ensconced in my armchair, enjoying the chilly artificial breeze, and listening to chillstep.
I am contented.
I am, really.
Today you texted and you sent me pictures from where you were, Huacachina, an oasis town. The photos of the oasis were - are - amazing. I have not the slightest clue where Huacachina is, but a simple search hasdisplayed the answer: Peru.
Huacachina is a name that is related huacca (which in Quechua means mourn) and the Chinese expression (female), ie weeping woman. Legend has it that the area inhabited by a beautiful maiden, of brown eyes, black hair, black as jet; maiden sensual curves and contours, as the vessels in the Koricancha Sun of the Incas, His name was Huaccachina. Near in the heights, lived a handsome young man with hard eyes and fierce in battle, but sweet and soft looking in peace at home, Ajall krina. The hopelessly enamored forms Huaccachina soft and polished, that of the eternal tears, so named because since his eyes were opened to life, but did not mourn, soon reciprocate this affection deep, fervent and intense happy male. Every morning and every afternoon, Huaccachina, whose tears seemed to have dried up for ever, indulged Ajall krina, the preferences of your heart, the jewels of his tenderness, fires his soul pure and simple. But happiness is always eternal dreams flew like the wind suddenly furtive that slips through the leaves of the trees. By Order of Cuzco, provided that all the young men to leave immediately aprestaran to combat an uprising of distant warlike people. Ajall krina, soul shattered, said goodbye to his ñusta sorceress. She swore love, loyalty, love and him happy because he knew she would wait, marched with other people to reveal their rebellion, to suppress the movement sacrilegious against God-Inca. After some time the beautiful maiden received the fateful news krina Ajall with terrible wounds, died in fighting after fighting like a lion. The beautiful princess bewitching eyes, desperate to flee pain both under the shadows, between the hills and sand knives, falling prostrate, bowed down, panting, sweaty, with tears spilling from his eyes inexhaustible. These falling into the sands led to the beautiful walled lagoon sands. Credit
Loss is inevitable
You occupy such a huge part of my being, and all I think about is how your locks tumble down your face while you gaze at me whilst we're tucked in sheets
I write about my everyday experiences & pen down my thoughts in this lil' space.
I read, listen to music, have a passion in language, love makeup and most of all, I observe. I really like learning.
I love making a difference.
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