The intricate sounds of Orozco's Guitarra and
the beep, beep, from passing automobiles
... [+]
DNT PNIC
like a message sent from somewhere
But glass is just polished sand,
The intricate sounds of Orozco's Guitarra and
the beep, beep, from passing automobiles
... [+]
Bag over my shoulder, I turn around once more at the threshold of the crevice: this cave was my last abode. Giving it up is hard, but I don't have time to feel sad: the tide of mist crawls at my ... [+]
Emma pads through the living room, over the thick, ivory carpet, and settles on the chaise longue with her wineglass. As she tastes the cold white wine, her gaze falls to the fields on the valley ... [+]