Un poème mélancolique.

An old one… cheers.

When all fails: pg. two.

These times our shapes do not change a lot. Since the eighties we are now looking after our diets, therefore we know what we want to eat. That is how we know how we want to look like.

A romantic portrait.

A story filled with intrigues from the common days of life.

Minute stories.

Portraits.

A poem about savoring all that we encounter…

You have to accept yourself. You are who you are because that is how you are made. You are there because your parents wanted you to be there.