Journal pages, Poetry and Prose  

[English] YELLOW This tea reminds me of the one I used to drink, slowly sipping from my favourite cup. I remember the tea set, coated in...

[English] BACOVIAN* SEASONS I was sitting alone in a corner, waiting. The lamp lit the room. It was cold, and she wasn’t coming. The...

[English] THEN We made love that night, the two of us, on those black sheets. I could not tell which was the carpet, the bed or the...