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
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 →
Working on a Sunday morning can be a surrealistic experience if we are set in the right mood. To start with, I ride my bike to work because it’s nearby. No need of trams. The streets are empty, and the… Continue Reading →