Night landed on its dark 4 wheels, the party was over. He parked the car after driving me to my mother’s sleeping door, talked and seemed to wait for another story. It was getting near, fear. He was so beautiful to me I could see the jealous lines forming themselves in the skies of tomorrow’sContinue reading “O beijo”
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Petrichor, in the air.
The taste of rain – Why kneel? Birds singing in the dark – Rainy dawn. (Jack Kerouac) Blessures de vie(s) et cette Tendre (post) Vendetta que peut parfois être un moment de vie, ce moment, où l’on devine que les blessures expérimentées sont des histoires de blessés de part et d’autre qui danseront peut-êtreContinue reading “Petrichor, in the air.”
