A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT *** ABOUT RUDY STEINERHe didn't deserve to die the way he did.
The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to find a way inside, and as it simultaneously thickened and spread, it turned the trail of...
Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words.
He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.
After another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through. ***TWO QUESTIONS***Would the gates shut behind her?...
For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this:She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in...
No mezclo nada, sólo repito lo que tu dijiste. Lo que uno cuenta y lo que sucede de verdad no suele coincidir, Rudy, sobre todo contigo.
I am haunted by human
Jesus, Mary …She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely...
He odiado las palabras y las he amado, y espero haber estado a su altura.