A simple explanaition from somebody who spends all day on a notebook struggling with words.

The night passed in the acts which do not necessarily need a description, for every adult can guess what might have happened between a man and a woman in that dark room, without anyone to interfere and with the support of the whiskey which we were swallowing in glassfuls.

Letting go is the hardest.

The fascination never goes away.

Poem.

A twisted love song, or an inverted ode to Leonard Cohen.

Dream or reality? Does it really matter? Enjoing this fantasy for all it is and not regreting a single minute!!!

Poem.

A short story about a mysterious village book who finds an even mysterious book in a native language which threatens to unleash “The Truth” and reveal everything.

Keeping a detailed account of my fascination with small towns.