Now, nothing seems so serious,Life feels more like a feather on asphalt and the asphalt doesn’t hurt it anymore, i. e. it’s resting place.Like Xenia once roamed St Petersburg ,we too wonder, but in our own private separate worlds.We traced the paths in the silken wheat, among the yellow shafts, Those paths that were troddenContinue reading “The Aftermath of a Broken Heart”
A short storyIt is a pitch black night. The stars are shining bright but their glimmer cannot not be seen. The clouds are hanging like indigo drapes. Heavy soviet shabby indigo curtains. The moon is nowhere to be seen. The stale wind is blowing over the marsh. There is no sound to be heard. NoContinue reading “A PITCH BLACK NIGHT”
1. It came to me one night as I was falling asleep that I had finished with those amorous adventures to which I had long been a slave. Finished with love? my heart murmured. To which I responded that many profound discoveries awaited us, hoping, at the same time, I would not be asked toContinue reading “AN ADVENTURE, BY LOUISE GLÜCK”
Checking out and flirting with some random Cabernet in my fridge, Not my cup of tea…. However, whatever I do In the absence of anything meaningful or sweeter A Cabernet will do.