The dead leaves fall at my feet - has spring arrived? Perhaps, for I felt its ecstatic warmth when You brought your face nearer to mine, saying: isn't this day a warm one? A warm one, indeed. Winter now only gets to touch me at night when the Sun is not around anymore, is gone… Continue reading The Spring Of My Life
I had never known a person with so much kinetic energy as to uplift me from the sinking mass of fragmented debris, but this woman who laughs heartily at common jokes and gets drunk on one shot of vodka - 30 ml. She has got my senses blooming - painted like lilacs in spring.