Photo by Luca on Unsplash Chapter One. The sun was setting on the horizon, the mountain´s peaks were hidden beneath a thick layer of snow coating, the wind blew hard and freezing, like ice needles relentlessly poking unsheltered skin. A traveller by the name of Julius wondered through the deep…

Chapter 4 The silence remained for a few more instants, Gunther’s eyes looked at the back table in the room, where an old man was sitting with a mug in front of him, long beard and grey hair that looked like it was shaped by the wind and hadn’t felt a…

Willow´s Creek, a small town with a few hundred inhabitants, is peacefully surrounded by mountains with white snowy summits and a cold river crossing through the main street, dividing it. An old, rusty bridge kept the road going, connecting both sides above the running cold mountain river. There’s a modest…

Photo by Luca on Unsplash Chapter One The sun was setting on the horizon, the mountain’s peaks were hidden beneath a thick layer of snow coating, the wind blew hard and freezing, like ice needles relentlessly poking unsheltered skin. A traveler by the name of Julius wondered through the deep snow…

Holding the key to my dreams, you breakthrough my deepest wishes to forget your smile. Still miss what holds me close to you, even after all the time that froze with the sound of your last word spoken to me. Keep filling this tormented absence of you with an empty embrace, as I remember your warmth in the midst of my life. Tears gently whisper your name as I awake for an instant of pain, among memories you paint in shades of the saddest winter. Every day a hopeless struggle inside, to forget, to move against all my senses, all of my purpose crushed beneath your feet, as you walk across my soul, broken and brave I stand, staring at my unwanted love, my masterpiece of despair. There is no tomorrow without you waiting for me, in my dreams, stolen, but for you.

Chapter One. The sun was setting on the horizon, the mountain´s peaks were hidden beneath a thick layer of snow coating, the wind blew hard and freezing, like ice needles relentlessly poking unsheltered skin. A traveler by the name of Julius wondered through the deep snow grounds, tired from a…

Chapter One The sun was setting on the horizon, the mountain’s peaks were hidden beneath a thick layer of snow coating, the wind blew hard and freezing, like ice needles relentlessly poking unsheltered skin. A traveler by the name of Julius wondered through the deep snow grounds, tired from a long walk…

My oh my... How the mighty have fallen, but even worse, some keep tumbling down and down with no end in sight. I remember the hit song Going nowhere fast, and it just fits perfectly to this exhausted sequel. The original movie Fast and Furious was about an underground purity…

Willow´s Creek, a small town with a few hundred inhabitants, peacefully surrounded by mountains with white snowy summits and a cold river crossing through the main street, dividing it. An old, rusty bridge kept the road going, connecting both sides above the running cold mountain river. There’s a modest shopping mall…