Dreamless nights -poem
Who will write verses to you now that I dropped the pen on my best poem? The night is temperate, the wind is howling and a single tear runs through my face. Who will grow wrinkles with you now that… Continue Reading
sleep
Bedtime story- by Juan M.S
Amy was preparing herself to sleep, although she wasn’t sleepy. At her grandparents’, bedtime was at 10 pm, which was a huge contrast to her bedtime back at home, around midnight. She’d always bring along a book so she could… Continue Reading
The perfect man- by Dan Uta
Lena relaxed on the comfortable chair of the private plane stretching her long legs and taking off the purple Loubotin high heels. The flight from Chicago to New York took just 40 minutes since Bionica let out a new model… Continue Reading