Prolazim kroz pijacu danas, zena prodaje bijeli luk - 7KM / 1kg.
Reko hocete mi sve prodati.
Kaze nisam luda, nece mi nista ostati. ������������������������
Prolazim kroz pijacu danas, zena prodaje bijeli luk - 7KM / 1kg.
Reko hocete mi sve prodati.
Kaze nisam luda, nece mi nista ostati. ����������������� ��������
#just girly things
Why is it that the most beautiful things are more intertwined in death more that life?