A promise

threatening sunshine, in fact, not at all mine, love words, soft hugs, clear intentions, stay pinky, falsification is the promise. now depart.

..know nothing..

“I know one thing: that I know nothing.”– Socrates

last summer

Honey, this is the second plate of popcorn, with butter, your favorite. The movie is about to be finished, we need to go to bed, it is 11:45pm baby. I put on the purple satin long night dress, a new perfume tempts your imagination to new horizons of the dark corner in our bedroom. I

blog posts to book

I was just wondering, how hard is it to generate a book out of ones blog posts! Well, ideas might be collected. But, writing a book/ novel might be a bit unachievable. I would like to know your valuable thoughts about this matter?.