A whale stranded on a mountain.
The gift of every storm
The falling rain on the roof sounded like a million tribal drummers in ecstasy. There was no discernible pattern though he listened…
Breakfast Butterfly
Both light and warmth coming from the sun, on mornings such as this, were not only bearable, but entirely pleasant as they came…
Roar
Essa é a vida que eu vivo e poucas são as coisas me fazem feliz.
No sábado branco o céu queima linhas nos olhos enquanto deito sem roupa em minha cama e pondero sobre a possibilidade de vidas em…