My first tattoo dates back fifteen years. A small bird on shoulder blade, found on the album covers of Jimi Hendrix. Tribute. The day I nearly lost an eye I said to myself what is a tattoo? Nothing compared to a look so precious.
The second is my right calf. I did do after a break. It was time that I wanted and had prepared a drawing but my girlfriend thought it was awful. So when she left me, I went for an appointment at the tattooist you. A Polynesian.
And the last run in 3 sessions covering my right arm, shoulder to below the elbow. It was completed last night and I'm delighted. Tattooed by Teny, a Polynesian in the strange accent and friendly. I find it wonderful and I am very proud.
The Polynesian tattoos are filled with little symbols reflecting the different personality traits to discuss with the strength of tattoos. I have such a hook (abundance), shark teeth (force), a lizard (I forget), a vagina (luck in love), a main (warrior) while representing the Tiki (divinity).
Yours. Peace!
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