Well, yes, indeed. Here I promised an ambitious and committed to the text and in the meantime a knockin. Straszność.
However, as seen after the title of the entry has a lot, so now, as it terribly I want to dwell and do not remember everything, it will be short and the łebkach.
Let me think ... Ah, yes! Survived the last crisis of identity. Trauma was the result of public exposure, that is the first attempt at splitting the drum very public place, namely the Piotrkowska during peak hours. I was smeared on the pavement pogardliwymi glances and almost collapsed in on itself. Next time you prepare better. Next time will be responsible for some 5-6 years.
Ai, completely forgot that the blog had to be spring and optimistic ... So, although it was destroyed, it was nice, warm and even a little opaliłem.
Remaining in the themed drums, recently held African dance workshops, after which it reached me truth, in the form of a sudden and overwhelming need to learn the rhythm of Kass, with all the solo phrases. (Give me some two years ...) For the rhythm itself may not be a special dance to it but it's already just a fairy tale. Movements hypnotise and I think are definitely sexy. Mhrau.
Another Nius, returned from Guinea mestre Bunch, a man who infected me drums. Soon you will be able to view a collection of photos from this trip musical family, and drown in the stories that Wojtek certainly can spin.
Departments are also things not related to the drums, namely:
She fell at home to me the only one little plant, tenderly nurtured and watered sparingly in whole poisonous nightshade.
Can I finish. News galloping, zero reflection. Bottom.
promise improvement.
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