The unlikely ones: Hopeless
It was hopeless. He needed to stop every time he heard a bandoneon being played. He was hopeless but so was she. She held a charm over dogs. Every time she passed by a dog, it would inevitably follow her… Continue Reading
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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