The unlikely ones: Tango
The thing I remember the most about my grandfather was the day when he walked in on me masturbating. Continue Reading
The thing I remember the most about my grandfather was the day when he walked in on me masturbating. Continue Reading →
m passing by Stary Browar’s parking lot. There’s a traffic light always in red, although no cars enter or go out. I jaywalk as usual. Continue Reading →
If the world was ruled by women there wouldn’t be hunger but everyone would have to finish their spinach, there wouldn’t be religions, just constant errands to the shop, there wouldn’t be wars, just constant embargoes and public denunciations, there… Continue Reading →
I suspect a timely smile from you may add to these verses, as a precise frown may collapse them, I suspect your impassive look may be the tenderest thing I’ll ever see, and it’s vain to praise your features, when… Continue Reading →
She wasn’t sure what woke her up first-an alarm clock or that terrible headache. She felt like she’d barely slept that night. Reluctantly, she crawled out of a warm bed, putting on a pair of soft slippers. She glanced drowsily… Continue Reading →