I was walking inside this grey train, nobody had bothered in painting the metallic walls, but there was too much sunlight coming through the...
Sep 19, 2014
Aug 24, 2014
Behind the river
They were not always ugly. I remember some good sundays, when I was a child and we went on expeditions and pretended to be other people. I ...
Jan 1, 2014
Silent Paris
It never felt like christmas, perhaps because we never had a tree to smell at the apartment, or because everything related to my idea of ch...
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