mirábamos el mar, que en L`Agulhas se mece violento, en busca de las inexistentes sombras del horizonte. Y al entender que no estaban, que allí no hay rincones, entendimos que se acababa el camino y que habíamos llegado a nuestro destino. Y sentimos la emoción del niño que sueña y la del adulto que hace realidad sus sueños. Lo habíamos hecho, were there.
Posts Tagged 'Cape Town’
A poster, with a metal gate area shared cells (berths), in which there were always more bodies mattresses, explains the different menus that could be eaten in the criminal: Asians and mestizos (coloureds) were members of the group B; while Bantus (black) members of the Group C.
You see your life pass, Cape Town was because my life, dim. Nostalgic things that resolves with a practical "and mind you that balls, all that is past ".
(...) It's not my place or, I now understand, ceases to be. It's just a good place for a drink without thinking that in Africa the luxury malls are prepared for the rich or imbecility tourists. Remove bias is important to travel and sometimes unfair classism and falsely exercised looking up (...) Por Javier Brandoli.
Many who come to this beautiful city just sense the difference, but they never behold and believe to go visiting a corner of the first world beggars dotted invisible leaving sewers, converted into a dance hungry zombies and alcohol. They come from poverty in the slums of the low cost of living is, always at risk ... Por Javier Brandoli.
The reporter interviewed Elena Markinez on Sunday 31 July in its program of Punto Radio "The good life" Javier a Brandoli, one of those responsible for viajesalpasado.com. From Cape Town, Javier beat out for the audience his experiences in South Africa a year after Iniesta goal.
...Only a few used condoms with the band, in the grass, remember that we are in territory fucked. The rest is an installation of the first set in a third zone. Langa is one of those neighborhoods where the salads are dressed with oil from the car..