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L.Soufiane
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Hi, I am Soufiane Lembarki. I am an author and book. I used to be a literary agent at PeaceRetail and I'm dedicated to helping authors achieve their dreams. Let me help you with your book.
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Smell of early recollections. Sea, summer, and Sochi
Do you have any idea about what recollections smell like? Do they have their own aroma? My Sochi smells in no way, shape or form of peaches and hot corn. It smells like churchkhela and Chechel cheddar blended in with tart wine. Still pungent ocean. I don't wash off the salt after the ocean, I like the white, somewhat perceptible cross section on the skin, I shelter my shoulder to breathe in this smell and can't resist, I contact the pungent hand with my tongue. From an external perspective, it likely looks entertaining. The young lady shuts her eyes and kisses her shoulder. Also, I kiss the tremendous ocean that has been safeguarded on my skin. I recall my most memorable gathering with him. Distribution https://dzen.ru/a/ZNOr7USkRnz0eenK in my blog on Harmony Invite https://dzen.ru/shipshard Then I was going as an understudy on a train to Sochi for KiViN (Yearly Live performance of KVN groups). Currently more like 4 am we shown up. Furthermore, from 2 a.m. it sprinkled in obscurity. Dark Ocean. I adhered my nose to the glass and looked at the skyline. Outside the window, in the illumination of the moon, the waves breaking on the rough shore became white, all the other things blurred into obscurity. The actual night is strange and mystical, you expect some sort of achievement and a supernatural occurrence, that here it is right close to you. At 4 am we shown up at the station. The inebriating smell of joy hit his nose, and a drowsy rush of appeal spread all through his body. Behind me, alongside 1,000 kilometers and a frigid winter, I left the questions and issues of that life, venturing into the warm spring, new thrilling sentiments caught me up to my ears, which at that point didn't find a preferred way out over to shout. Truth be told, we screeched all together, the whole understudy body, tossing out a blazing wad of feelings that overpowered us.
By L.Soufiane11 months ago in Critique
Reason's Slumber. Content Warning.
Francisco Goya was the dad of the advanced Tik-Tok challenge. The demonstrations of risky stupidity portrayed in his work originate before the sociopathic lunacy in plain view in the advanced Tik-Tok challenge by somewhere around 200 years. From the "post vaulting over a charging bull" challenge, to the "shoot your parishioners in the ass" challenge, the base, malignant idiocy portrayed in Goya's work is amazingly farsighted. Perhaps he was attempting to caution us. Perhaps he understood confidence in humankind was an unfortunate speculation, dependent upon wild variances in the minds and soul market, and basically drew the world from his perspective. Demonstrations of crazy perniciousness what not.
By L.Soufiane11 months ago in Art
Achelous' Tale: A Mythical Odyssey
In the realm of Greek folklore, where divine beings and humans exist together, an entrancing figure stands tall, representing the crude power and unrestrained power of nature. Achelous, the undying waterway god, holds a secretive appeal, exemplifying the embodiment of streams, their wandering ways, and the endless energy they have.
By L.Soufiane11 months ago in History
"Memorable school days"
Quite a long time ago in the curious town of Amador, settled in the midst of moving slopes and dynamic green knolls, there stood a school that held endless recollections for its understudies. It was where kinships sprouted, dreams took off, and illustrations were gained from course books as well as from life itself. This is an account of the remarkable school days of a gathering of exceptional people.
By L.Soufiane11 months ago in Education