All the trees are perfect.
“I love to be naked” – Trees. There is some vulnerability in this season we call winter. It has two of my favorite things: apricity and leafless trees. Snow is
“I love to be naked” – Trees. There is some vulnerability in this season we call winter. It has two of my favorite things: apricity and leafless trees. Snow is
She has a flower in her mouth And the wind in her hair She has storm in her heart And the lungs out of air. She said: no, you wrong!
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