My love in winter
Not every nightare equally darknor do they have dead lifeleaning on their windowsills not all sunriseswake up brightnor do they explode in colorsof exciting hope. the wet floor after the
My little Christmas
I have put the nativity scene on the fireplacewithout forgetting the mutilated sheepthat are standing thanks to the mossin which they sink their remaining legs. The memories and emotions pile
The king of the mountain
Bob always had to be the first to get to the top. So he disappeared, running up through the wooden scale. Soon we heard him yell in horror and saw
A unique first ride
-Do you think it’s a good idea, Ron? -Why not, Lisa? We will make her happy -I still think it’s dangerous. -We will be around and make sure nothing happens
The familiar sea
After decades of absence, I visited the village where I spent the happiest summers of my childhood: Canet de Mar near Barcelona. My nephew, now a grown man, guided me
The secret life
Maja arrived home sad and tired. Tom was worried. They just had buried her dad, and she was devastated. She had always been daddy’s girl. The one who followed his
One slight difference
-What a beautiful day! -Just like fifty years ago, remember? -Of course, I remember Rob; it was our honeymoon! -Poor Eli. I had no money we couldn’t afford a trip
The sad interview
-You’re gonna nail it, Kathy! Said Marcus. -Are you sure this is a good idea? answered her nervously. -You’re gonna have a job interview with the most significant publisher in
Attila the Hun
-Look at this room. What have you been doing? You’re like Attila the Hun! -Who’s Attila? -You kids don’t know any history? -A second, grandma. Mark worked at the speed