Dancing to the moon

It’s said that witches dance to the moon. Could I be a witch? Maybe yes. Maybe not. But we all know, This doubt. Does not require explanation, Nor interpretation, But roaring snorting laughter.  Advertisements

Found the lost

Kuro, the hero I look at the screen in utter horror. The draft of my newest novella “The nun and the prostitute” is gone.My brain is screaming thousand swearing words unknown to me, “How do I know so many bad words,” I ask to myself.My shaking hands type again, and error comes out like the unavoidable…

The chocolates: the granny and the train

While I was waiting for the train, the unmistakable aroma of chocolate knocked on my nose, entering without permission. It woke up my senses, so I started looking around just to realized that the lovely 90 years old lady sitting next to me was enjoying chocolate. One would think she had a few ones or…

Cicadas and the peeping Tom

  I recall my first day in these islands as if it were yesterday, but not because of the excitement of arriving in a new place to discover, to learn from, to treasure in my heart for the years to come. But because of the noisy, impolite, nerve-wracking singing of the cicadas, that woke me…

The “successful” guy: The poor girl

  The guy sitting at the cafe nervously looked at his phone.  Someone was running late. And we were all witnessing his impatience and the cruel ticking of the clock that wouldn’t stop for him, or anybody. A few minutes later, she came almost running through the door, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat…