If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.

Little filaments. The paillasse ( straw matress ) of a skin in disuse maintains on itself only a crumb of forgiveness. From nothing nothing comes. Still resounds from the street. On an open window there are no barricades, cotton, eventually, if lucky only on sketch of pain. To outline the color is the secret. So I can think for a while, at least ( Read more... )

Taylors of mouths. Who used to sew dresses and hair, now sews lips.

It is the 21st of December.
It is winter.
I am twentyeight and half. Exactly today.
I have lots of things to say.

My mother makes strategical mistakes.
She asks me to buy her a book and sends me to the bookstore with her cash card.

My lazyness in Byzantine. I am really happy about it. It weaves, it rummages. It is never replete. It sleeps with one eye opened and the other that pretends its curtain of eyelid. And its nose is red. It particularly likes its wine, its sofa, its bed and the idea of an old tunic. And few other thing it likes a lot. And obviously it is lazy. But of ( Read more... )

Why is the bedroom so cold?

Prepare to be ready to watch the first amazing, genial:) short movie, produced by Sgot ( Read more... )

First of all, before telling the things I liked, I want to give the solutions to the questions I asked ( Read more... )

Answer or fill up the space, please. I am curious. Free space of creativity or right answers ( Read more... )