 |
He wanted to lose weight - like
most people - who really want to impress a world-class, beautiful woman who
unexpectedly stumbled into his life. The..
|
|
Looking into the stack-well of your conscience, you can see exactly the dark stacks of your thirst! Fény writes hopes with you in silver at the..
|
|
The city smelled of Christmas.It's usually always like this in December. He knows how much snow fell, and even though there was barely ten centimeters..
|
|
Is it possible that the magic of the present moment has finally disappeared? The defeated time still consumes itself in me with its burning flames: wi..
|
|
Whom the world of secured Solitude has closed many times; spirit and rule of survival guide you! He is afraid of the dictionaries of Mysterious Faces,..
|
|
The free-thinking, proud-minded soul loses patience. He demands answers to his everyday scandal-ridden squabbles. With a shaken will, he would rather ..
|
|
On the top of Splinter puddles, a tiny tearful-bubble dances with a burst: it weeps itself out in the form of a ball! In my wounded past, this is how ..
|
|
Tell me, my friend? What are you gonna do with the word debris now? The false pretense of promises you've had enough of now?! First you look at your e..
|
|
He usually went to school early in the morning.Since both his father and mother had left for work a long time ago, and since the first class started a..
|
|
I have experienced the unbearable difficulties of being. True, a little after Kundera with a free phrase; perhaps beyond the truer, deserved desires, ..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This