A short story of real life about the misbehave and abuses of some men in countries where chauvinism is wide spreaded.

Sometimes I miss her but then I remember she doesn’t exist anymore, only a shell of the perfect girl I used to know.

You have to aspire for something. There’s always that light at the end of tunnel, or that baby blue hope. All you can do is hope that it will be worth all your while.

Enamored by this scent, how much gratitude belongs to you?

A feeling that everyone feels at one time in their life.

This is about disappointment and what we do to expect it.

A simple poem about doubt and it’s forms.

Love sucks?

The Invitation.

I Touched Your Soul.