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Poet from Krasnoyarsk Roma Fandorin...

How nice to listen to..an incredible voice...Probably not very true, but I thought that meant that he lives in Krasnoyarsk...The poet's soul holds the whole world... several worlds, layer by layer...…

The experiment for correction of the aura continues! Control photo 2!

Control photo 2 in the experiment the correction of the aura. Uraaaa EnnoWe chose the right direction to correct the aura of the client! And we can see the positive dynamics of the joint work done in…

The mega experiment! Photo diagnosis of human aura!

The background is this... I paid for a consultation, a man came energetically depleted, and reiterated that the photo of the aura - he is on the verge of survival, almost zero. In the course of the c…

Home birth. Natural as life itself. Part 2.

When I share with someone that I gave birth to my child at home, I observe the same vivid reaction: the person rounds his eyes and asks me: "Are you in a sect?" And what faith do you profess? " In re…

Rebuffing. My love is forever!

I have not breathed for a long time ... And now more than two weeks of a 13-hour working day behind me, I look tired eyes on this crazy piece of my life .. and I fall into the abyss, spreading my win…

Home birth. Natural as life itself. Part 1.

I have long decided to write about my experience of living this story, but I had more reasons to publish my arguments than my doubts. I wanted to give birth to the first child at home, but the circum…

Горячее чувствующее сердце Романтика поёт стихи о Любви.....

Друзья, Света Вам на Пути! Сегодня хочу поделиться открывшимся для меня недавно творчеством нашего современника, невероятного поэта..Романтика с большой буквы..Его хочется слушать и слышать Вееееечно…

Altai-Father. Forever in my heart.

Art - a small step or a beautiful life stool!

Our eyes met. He timidly looked at me and turned away, wiping a tear. "What's wrong, friend?"I asked white plain, sometimes with peeling paint stool. "Look at me-He said,-honestly. You like me?" "Wel…

Art- шажок или красивую жизнь табурету!

Наши взгляды встретились. Он несмело взглянул на меня и отвернулся, смахнув слезу. "Что загрустил, друг?"-спросила я у белого невзрачного, местами с облупившейся краской табурета. "Посмотри на меня,-…