Caffeinated Evenings

The sun was at its dying and the first shade of winter fog was about to paint itself all across the canvas. My alarm clock had as usual failed at waking me up and the nocturnal life of winter breaks found itself another hopeless bloke to welcome into its cold nights. I guess the only … Continue reading Caffeinated Evenings


With My Broken Pencil..

Like sea shells washed by the sea Like two random leaves of the same tree Like a breeze blows by in an empty street Tell me how likely it is really That one shell would set another free In some random corner of a random table On some random day, in our reading room I … Continue reading With My Broken Pencil..