A romantic realistic Argentinean writer.
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
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
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
-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
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
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 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
There’s always time for literature, let’s go out today, leave that story for later, when you’re home alone. Literature can always wait, there’s an event today, you can gulp that poem tomorrow on your way to work. Literature will always… Continue Reading
I used to socialize rather with girls when I was just a kid. From the age of four, I was always surrounded by older girls who enjoyed having me around. All these memories are from the summers I always spent… Continue Reading
For a proper romantic interview there needs to be haggis for dinner, where our urges are like primates that rush to the rhythm of some blues. The sadness of the water will culminate the night, while we walk accross the… Continue Reading