Simple, right?

I would take the sky in my palm and I would break the water into pieces, I would smell the sun and I would sleep the grass’s green… But I would touch the… Continue reading →

Unfinished song

  I stopped by the shadow of the sun. It was warm there and the thoughts were circling around the unfinished song. I did not understand its words. Unfinished letters should’ve I said?… Continue reading →

Behind the bars

The cruel wild beast is not behind the bars of the cage, he stands in front of it. Axel Munthe in The Story of San Michele (1929) *     *