MEMORATA
One day we will return to that Mars left behind, to its endless oceans, its titanic mountains and the leafy …
One day we will return to that Mars left behind, to its endless oceans, its titanic mountains and the leafy …
I really don’t know what these windows are doing here. They must have had a purpose when they were built, …
Something told me that I had to leave words behind. That they were old, worn-out, lacking the substance that made …
I kept waiting for the 11 o’clock train, but it never came. I was there with my hand luggage and …
Sometimes we come across among the crowd infecting the streets again with its hectic schedule of jammed daily life, and …
The wind shuts doors in this house, taps on window pannels and shakes eaves from old roof tins. Through the …
The smell of smoking debris, the deafening roar of explosions and the shivery howl of sirens was all what she …
There must be a place, in some corner of this house, where remnants of unfinished dreams and unconsummated desires are …
The sunny days are fading away behind the gray mists, beyond dunes and mountains. The Winter announces its return in …
Outside stinks of dimness and dreams in a progressive decomposition. The fluttering of the Hopes have been fading away, becoming …