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Viejos recuerdos Tenía entre sus manos un cuaderno. Lo había tomado del piso, se le cayo a alguien que no creyó volver a ver. Alguien que creía parte de su ... read more -
O, bitter skies with speckled heavens! Beyond the idle thinker’s eye -- Serenely still without impressions, Unconcerned with passers-by. Beneath your canopy, on high, Pleasured moans and tortured cries Become ... read more -
I am a bit surprised that anyone ever cared to read anything I wrote, and requested I wrote more. I think I like that :) i'll write something worth reading ... read more -
The last time I saw her, she had a one-way ticket to Philadelphia in her hand. We spent the hour and a half drive to the airport in silence, both ... read more -
The fog came in quite unexpectedly one evening. The townspeople were scared -- fog had not over-taken the land in anyone's memory. Some said: The fog is unnatural! Others said: ... read more -
The Landlord had failed to muster sleep over the past three days . Considering the scale of the thoughts that beseiged him it was not hard to imagine why. His ... read more -
"I was born a poor black child" no, wait that is the opening line to "The Jerk". Like most Americans I was born in a hospital, in my particular case, ... read more -
Growing up is full of delicious ironies. Namely, the fact that the one dependable constant in life is that things change. Ok, I lied earlier. Those ironies aren't delicious. They're ... read more -
... Их кто-то спасал. Я не могла разобрать в суматохе, но кто-то взрослый и сильный вытаскивал их из воды. Стоя по шею в полынье Я озиралась по сторонам и продолжала ... read more -
Бывают дни, когда мне снится, что земное притяжение немного слабеет и воздух становится плотным и густым, как вода. Тогда даже цвета начинают видеться по-другому: насыщенные, глубокие оттенки и контрастные переходы ... read more
