It was a noisy night in a hotel lobby. The conversation has been going on for a while on a subject that was a point of destruction for her mother

I’m afraid to write about all I love, All I want, All I feel. What if I ran out of words? Where will I get more then? Will the south

From the basket of memories.  The blue has a sweet taste. I wanna say I have a strange relationship with color, but the same thing I can say about music,

The luxury of an outside view.  It’s December 31st. Almost noon.  I recently reached out to a friend of mine from Montreal and how it usually happens to people with