Pucca
19-10-08, 01:35 AM
A beautiful port in the southwestern France, on the Garonne River.
The city is among the world's major wine industry centres. Bordeaux wine draws its name from the famous wine that has been produced in the region since the 8th century. The historic part of the city is on the UNESCO World Heritage List as "an outstanding urban and architectural ensemble" of the 18th century.
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It was Oct, Breast cancer awareness month hence the Pink water coming from the fountain.
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Alone In the Park.
In the evening, passers by
Are floating clouds beneath the sky
Stealing glances, covetous, sly
Oft I wonder if I should try.
Shall I go in for the kill?
Id and Ego, bickering still.
Voices, voices, in the head,
Eyes that whisper things unsaid.
Thoughts that show me what they must;
A metallic heart that gathers rust.
The latter won, I sadly grinned
At pages blowing in the wind.
A tasteless cup of pious rage
By:Billie Elder
With each sip I surely age.
The city is among the world's major wine industry centres. Bordeaux wine draws its name from the famous wine that has been produced in the region since the 8th century. The historic part of the city is on the UNESCO World Heritage List as "an outstanding urban and architectural ensemble" of the 18th century.
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3016/2949780121_d83fae7c1d_o.jpg
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/2949796191_ca109d3712_o.jpg
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http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2950640428_484f1c9e5f_o.jpg
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2949787331_d76cdc2573_b.jpg
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2950633176_cfedf1aa55_o.jpg
It was Oct, Breast cancer awareness month hence the Pink water coming from the fountain.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2949799129_ccb8fa2f52_o.jpg
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/2949800273_bc468b8f49_o.jpg
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http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2949777201_1d5ab359b6_o.jpg
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2949724803_4a7cb94ac1_o.jpg
Alone In the Park.
In the evening, passers by
Are floating clouds beneath the sky
Stealing glances, covetous, sly
Oft I wonder if I should try.
Shall I go in for the kill?
Id and Ego, bickering still.
Voices, voices, in the head,
Eyes that whisper things unsaid.
Thoughts that show me what they must;
A metallic heart that gathers rust.
The latter won, I sadly grinned
At pages blowing in the wind.
A tasteless cup of pious rage
By:Billie Elder
With each sip I surely age.