Sister DiscordiaThere’s a boy in New York CityWho writes love on brick walls.Jun 24, 2018Jun 24, 2018
Sister DiscordiaMalparidoThe day I meet him I finally realized that the woman I call my mother whom I speak to in my dreams had died two years ago and now only…May 7, 2018May 7, 2018
Sister DiscordiaThe Charm of MakingThe end is always imagined. As long as there is someone to hear or tell the tale how can we really know how it ends ? Time rewrites history…May 6, 2018May 6, 2018