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
Waiting
-This book about travel has fantastic pictures! Said George to Cintya, who was sitting on a chair staring at some point on the opposite wall. -Leave me alone! She whispered
Faraway
Faraway, where my memories live, there is a small island with its shores bathed by crystalline waters. My boat seems to fly between the blue bright sky and the green
Grieving Night
I didn’t want to get out of that room. I wanted to stay by him till the end. I loved him so much! Every second was precious for me. But
My soul is bleeding
I’m awfully sad. My greatest love has been grossly publicly insulted and vexed. At the beginning I couldn’t believe what was happening. But it was true. And now I don’t
Selfish Death
Who can tell it? Oh yeah! How selfish! The desire to die is so strong sometimes, when the life seems so unbearable that one only can think in disappear and
Difficult Difference
She was taller than the rest of us. I can’t remember her name, but I can see her face, always frightened, with her eyes looking around, a little lost, as
Sad Bicycle
She remained at the very spot where Mike had left her. Again a silent witness remembering the absence of her master. Something bad had happened to him that ominous day when he went with his camera in search for news and disappeared. … Continue readingSad Bicycle
I’m sad
When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said. I’m sad today. This post is