In New York, where the sun, first strung itself on skyscrapers, and then fell behind them, there lived a magnificent lady, Melania. She had the gift of not losing her freshness. People said that she was born seventy-seven years ago, but her skin rustled like that of an infant ancient Egyptian pharaoh, and her eyes were so bright that people in the ( Read more... )

In New York, the minutes suddenly began to show the days and the hours were puzzled and did not show anything. And then came an event that arrived only once every four years. It was an old event, covered with rust and lichen. Its arrival was a fleeting echo from the recent past. It appeared suddenly, at midnight, on the clock’s hands that no one ( Read more... )

Donald had a cat, Dolores. No, Dolores had a man, Donald. He, Donald, likes such mysterious names, and mysterious characters. She, Dolores, could change colour at will. One day, Dolores turned green and began to meow in an ancient Hill Billy dialect, which Donald could not understand.

Donald asked the cat to translate the dialect, holding her by ( Read more... )

YOU

When Spring awakens the youthful rivers, brimming with vitality, when it adorns the hills with vibrant meadows, combs the forest, serenading in delicate tones, hangs the stars across the heavens, scatters flowers across the fields, and fills the buds upon the trees - when you creep forth, behold the sun, inhale the air, and trace the flight of ( Read more... )

Rainy October days in 2015 drove Londoners into gloomy old houses. The sky was overcast, the streets were dull and grey, and the air was thick and smelled of wet earth. The bustling Londoners and visitors seemed to carry an almost tangible sense of the approaching darkness and cold. The clatter of footsteps echoed sharply off the cobblestones, and ( Read more... )

Melanie was making mints for an upcoming fair when she dropped the jar, sending tiny candies scattered across the kitchen floor. She sat down so hard that the neighbours thought a tornado had started and ran for the shelter.

Donald looked up from his newspaper in surprise. He looked at Melanie sitting there, remembered his childhood, and cried - ( Read more... )