It’s 1st of January and my fingers feel again the tingles of writing. Half a year has passed without me experiencing the call. I know,

about life and much more
It’s 1st of January and my fingers feel again the tingles of writing. Half a year has passed without me experiencing the call. I know,
Yes, he is right, you are a feminine tree (it’s so useless to start listing attributes, everybody understands what feminine means) I squeeze the
Here I am biking on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon, among the ubiquitous Dutch rain drops. The bike lane drew straight before me, like a line
Where are you running to? I’ve been waiting for you for so long… You rested in the frozen ground and in the trunks without life,
Almost two months ago, on a March evening, warmer than even my heart, I have been to a concert organized by Ana Maria Stamp
Does it happen to you also as you move forward in your life (this is a sort of euphemism instead of offending people by