Idle advice- poem
What do I have to say that mother hasn’t told you already: Do what you really want in life; there are many ways to earn money. Don’t hurt girls, and let love come by itself. What can I tell you… Continue Reading
What do I have to say that mother hasn’t told you already: Do what you really want in life; there are many ways to earn money. Don’t hurt girls, and let love come by itself. What can I tell you… Continue Reading →
“Mr., are you not cold?”, said a woman in Polish to Agustin while he stood barefoot in the chilliness of November, outside his hostel. He didn’t understand Polish, but he was too lost in his own thoughts to pay attention… Continue Reading →
All you need is love in an American dream, in a Polish winter you can’t just live of love. All you need is love in the Empire States, but Pałac Kultury wasn’t built with love. All you need… Continue Reading →
Chapter Two: Here comes the monster “The little big monster” was how uncle Gary had baptized Tobias, maybe because the little kid insisted obstinately in calling him “uncle gay” because his little ear, used to the sound of Spanish, was… Continue Reading →