A short storyIt is a pitch black night. The stars are shining bright but their glimmer cannot not be seen. The clouds are hanging like indigo drapes. Heavy soviet shabby indigo curtains. The moon is nowhere to be seen. The stale wind is blowing over the marsh. There is no sound to be heard. NoContinue reading “A PITCH BLACK NIGHT”
1. It came to me one night as I was falling asleep that I had finished with those amorous adventures to which I had long been a slave. Finished with love? my heart murmured. To which I responded that many profound discoveries awaited us, hoping, at the same time, I would not be asked toContinue reading “AN ADVENTURE, BY LOUISE GLÜCK”
Checking out and flirting with some random Cabernet in my fridge, Not my cup of tea…. However, whatever I do In the absence of anything meaningful or sweeter A Cabernet will do.
You can make love to a book.That’s how I call that phenomenon when you start reading and the words envelop you and you start producing your own. The sentences in the book you are reading inspire you. To me that doesn’t equal real love making but this love making happens in spirit. You make love,Continue reading “MAKING LOVE”
I’d like to get depressed now But I can’t. I can’t make myself get depressed at will. I’d like to hate sometimes people and the world But I can’t. I can’t make myself hate at will, If you don’t believe Me Try, be my guest, And see if I am talking nonsense. I can’t makeContinue reading “STRANGE”