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Nessun dorma
My friend had thankfully made me aware of the rituals - and I found several of them attractive.
I particularly flirted with the night in Marrakech, because this gentle Oriental wrapped me around my finger.
But unfortunately I don't mean my husband - although there was a 30% discount label on the boxes.
Then at least the pretty 20ml Flakönchen for civilian 9.90.
No, the husband claimed his wallet was made of onion leather - and made him cry.
He pulled me away from the Rituals corner like my grandmother used to push me out of the Candy Shop.
But I took the soft nocturnal scent with me on my wrist.
Pictures of a starry sky with a silver full moon appeared before my eyes.
But the colourful bazaar is still a hive of activity.
A rich trade also blooms under the protection of the night and mild saffron mixed with aromatic tea pampers my nose.
Exotic flowers attract me - presented on precious wooden tables.
Samtaugen look at me and I get a bottle of finest Patchoulis handed.
And the sound of a foreign language.
Nobody sleeps, nobody's tired. Nessun dorma. A night full of life.
Hach ...
The next day the husband is purified, and starts again with me into the department store.
But also the German dealers were nocturnal - because the discount labels had disappeared - and the pocket flak kings had risen to 14, 99.
I look deeply into the husband's eyes and say: Nessun dorma
I particularly flirted with the night in Marrakech, because this gentle Oriental wrapped me around my finger.
But unfortunately I don't mean my husband - although there was a 30% discount label on the boxes.
Then at least the pretty 20ml Flakönchen for civilian 9.90.
No, the husband claimed his wallet was made of onion leather - and made him cry.
He pulled me away from the Rituals corner like my grandmother used to push me out of the Candy Shop.
But I took the soft nocturnal scent with me on my wrist.
Pictures of a starry sky with a silver full moon appeared before my eyes.
But the colourful bazaar is still a hive of activity.
A rich trade also blooms under the protection of the night and mild saffron mixed with aromatic tea pampers my nose.
Exotic flowers attract me - presented on precious wooden tables.
Samtaugen look at me and I get a bottle of finest Patchoulis handed.
And the sound of a foreign language.
Nobody sleeps, nobody's tired. Nessun dorma. A night full of life.
Hach ...
The next day the husband is purified, and starts again with me into the department store.
But also the German dealers were nocturnal - because the discount labels had disappeared - and the pocket flak kings had risen to 14, 99.
I look deeply into the husband's eyes and say: Nessun dorma
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