high
I wonder how clouds smell like – if the white ones, laddering like a tuft of cotton, smell like this evening spiced with jasmine and honeysuckle, or if the gray ones, rolling in layers beneath the white ones, smell like thoughts piercing them here and there on their way to explore ether’s veins, or if … Continue reading
it’s all about passion
what you love about me is the grace of my neck, the elegance with which it lays in your palm when you hold me, matching perfectly that soft spot right there, between your thumb and your index what you love about me is how, when you slide your fingers along my guts, you make me … Continue reading
vista
Cardboard boxes fill the space above the wardrobe filled, at their turn, by all sort of things. One of them flaunts proudly a bunch of dusty wrinkles, as if they were badges of honor. And they actually are, considering the war against the dust and the sand that the box fought, in order to keep … Continue reading
Endless Journey 