This is a poem that resume the end of my chapter on Switzerland in my future book. I believe it resumes what many people did when that had to flee their own country because of despotism and tyranny.

Waste not, Want not.

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A trip through one’s mind. (Part one of "Traffic")

This is a person that comes back to herself after being gone for a long time. Everything is being renewed because of her faith.

A short story inspired by the photos captured after the earthquake in China depicting a bride and groom on their wedding day.

About a widow who lost her husband to his hobbies.

Tsami had positioned himself next to the constable and he was reaching carefully to remove the rocks and pass them to Tsado who placed them in a pile careful not to make sudden movements that could bring the roof down. Finally the constable’s legs were freed but they could not pull him clear until every portion had been removed from him.

You have touched me, but I can see, that my love for thee, is just a debris…