immersed in his world, his soul personal space, space with the smell of wet asphalt. whether layer softest cashmere, rough not processed leather, transparent fog or even endless stacks of hair ...
12/03/2009
Charlie le Mindu
погружаясь в свой мир, обвалакивая свою душу личным пространством, пространством с запахом мокрого асфальта. будь то пласт нежнейшего кашемира, грубой необработаной кожи, прозрачного тумана или даже копны бесконечных волос...
immersed in his world, his soul personal space, space with the smell of wet asphalt. whether layer softest cashmere, rough not processed leather, transparent fog or even endless stacks of hair ...
immersed in his world, his soul personal space, space with the smell of wet asphalt. whether layer softest cashmere, rough not processed leather, transparent fog or even endless stacks of hair ...
