 Turmoil Stone - Tears To let go off Someone! But..... Welcome to India With - Without God My Heart WHY SALVATION? WHOM DO YOU LOVE? WHO IS A LOVER? LIFE Why I can't submit any poem?(Once) LOVE - SYMPTOMS A Truth about Life Wonke umuntu uphila phakathi kokuhlanzeka nokungcola. Isaga asishintshi kodwa isisho siyaguquleka. I-Balıkesir Ukuhlelwa Kwendawo Yezimboni kwakuyimisa ye-21 yeMihlangano Ejwayelekile Yomqondo. Umhlangano ubanjelwe ngokubambisana neTurkey kanye neHalkbank futhi kwahlolwa moderef Oğuz. Isungulwe e-1977, i-BALOSB inkampani esiza ngezimali efektri ye-110, [Okuningi ...] Once upon a time, there was an old woman who sold the best soup at the village market. It was delicious, hot chicken soup. Nobody in the village knew the old woman’s name. Nobody knew where she lived. And nobody knew why her soup was so tasty nor why it was so hot. They did not even think about these things. They just bought the soup and ate it. Each morning, the old woman would come to the market. She always carried the big black pot filled with chicken soup on her head and then sat down with it under a tree in the shade. Before long, she would have sold all the soup. Then she would carefully fold her money in a cloth, put it in her pocket, put the empty pot back on her head and leave.