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Dear readers, dreamers and light seekers: Before pressing the follow button, take a minute and read the official notification bellow my lovely picture. Yes the fine prints on the right of your screen. I do not want you to be disappointed one of these days. Nothing and No-one is sacred to me.
Practicing being alone
Sadden by what is gone
Una chiave naufragata in fondo a un lago disperso
Una chiave arrugginita e un corpo nudo
Disperata di averla gettata sei tornata
E ti sei tuffata, e hai cercato, e non l’hai vista
I am the cause
Of my own demise
I try hard to loose
I succeed
I am my worst
Enemy
I do not try
I succeed
A Scotsman’s dream
A single malt
Revolt
United they shall
Stand, no more.
I will cast my voice,
Scotland, free.
A Scotsman’s dream
A single malt
Revolt.
What will be there
To rule.
The infidel shall
Dethrone you.
Your arrogance
Will end you.
Our main destination the convent of saint John in Khensharah. We were visiting the first arabic press, unfortunately or fortunately it was not accessible so late in the after noon. We ended up drinking with father Charbel, the official wine maker of the eastern catholic church in Lebanon.
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