Never run into places where you are unwanted ‘cause it brings nothing...– Written in May 2007, through my old Xanga blog. I haven’t change…
The water is running. In the bathroom he turns her around admiringly. She is...– A Sport and a Pastime, written in 1967, by James Salter
A Walk In Little Burgundy
It was nighttime in the neighborhood. she just stepped out of the swimming pool center. Her eyes gazed up. It was an abundance of snowflakes falling down the sky and instinctively melting as they touched her skin. Everywhere she looked, it was beautifully white: the streets, the trees, the benches, the church, the houses, the stairways, or the Stop signs. It was a breathtaking winter scene, the...
My task is by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you...– Joseph Conrad
I’ve been down this road before and I skidded, but forget it. I wonder why I...– - Fall for your type by Drake
We can picture her dressed up in True Religion jeans, Prada boots, Burberry coat and Louis Vuitton purse. Eyes covered with a pair of Prada shades, she sits in her white Audi Q5 Turbo blasting the sound system with Sharam’s Party All The Time and road rages out on the streets of Montreal like a driver from The Fast And The Furious. Intimidating, materialistic and party animal could be the image...
She was standing in the room with her drink up in the air, screaming “Happy New Year” with a clear conscience that she wasn’t as happy as she may have sounded. She went around with her open arms ready to welcome the first hug of the year, when distinctly, she hoped it was from the man with the Canali scent. She made a round of kisses and maintained herself in order to keep the...