E chiamavo cielociò che cadeva dall’alto,verde ogni promessaprima che marcisse,bianco il silenzioquando non sapevo piùcome difendermi.Del rosso ho sempreavuto un dubbio. Era sangue?Un tramontorimasto troppo a…
Sfharp bones accompany a gaunt, sharoreign failing has always left this host with a feeling that cannot be scrubbed away, as it stains the soul with a rancid burgundy ink
in getting it. I live in Israel, as someone who doesn't want kids, and as someone who is the complete opposite from the rest of the people here, constantly feeling like a stranger.