White nights- by Juan M.S
I met Mia her on a cloudy afternoon. I had finished work and she was crying away some egotistic disappointment on a public bench near the tram stop where I was waiting for my tram home. I saw her come… Continue Reading
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Walk with girl in the city- by Juan M.S.
Urban sights of dazzling shades are depicted on your face, arched by a concrete smile painted in ocher colors. A peanut buttered pigeon attains Nirvana and floats up to the sky before we step on it, while a drunken shadow… Continue Reading
Ballad of the cat and the moon- by Juan M.S.
A cat sits blackly at the stair base, far above the nightly sky, only the roof in between them. Clouds pounce darkly on the moon face, meowing their laments from the depths of the stair base. The purring chorus encompassed… Continue Reading
Ukrainian balloons- by Lina
I was walking around the streets listening to music in my headphones, the songs was very cute, about butteflies. I was wandering, felt so happy, I saw this world like a big pie, but so sweet that you need to… Continue Reading
Ukrainian pie- by Juan M.S
Come and try a piece of this Ukrainian pie, a hell that started from a candle fire, maybe sprinkle some water on it or better poor the whole glass on it, for in a world with flags and headphones, you… Continue Reading
Life’s predicaments. Chapter six: Princes, ninjas and watches
I’m not into reality shows when they’re on TV, but I believe in written realism, and I believe that by describing life in its crudest way, we actually produce more distilled art. Borges once said that he wrote in an… Continue Reading
Terrorism- by Juan M.S
-The problem is Islam; it’s inherently violent. They don’t allow for other ways than their ways. And their ways are backwards. -We’ll go and welcome them and try to open their hearts to our culture, so they can learn to… Continue Reading
Life’s predicaments. Chapter five: Today
I’m thirty five now and I’ve already settled down. It takes a while for the dust to settle and for us to start to see clearly, but fortunately I found a companion who managed not to fuss around too… Continue Reading
Sweetness- by Juan M.S.
It’s not your height, your shapes, your eye color, nor the texture of your hair but the sweetness of your lips. It’s in your character, your personality, the way you smile at me, but mostly in the taste your kisses… Continue Reading
Tango is- by Juan M.S
Tango is no mambo on two, or frantic frenzy of a salsa night. Tango is no thrill of ecstatic feet, sightly set of figures or deaf show of skills. Tango is the closeness, the embrace, the symphony of two bodies.… Continue Reading