It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How co...
I really look forward to that insane hour that we spend together. I really do.
(n.) The first month of the year, containing thirty-one days.
I did put on the record player, the love symphony of Beethoven wafted in the air. You and I made love,last February on that amazing Sunday afternoon. And the neighbor's dog barked madly every time our...
I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories' grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.
Snow is diamonds for a faery's feet;Blithely and bonnily she trips along,Her lips a-carol with a merry song,And in her eyes the meaning... Life is sweet!