Walk without a destination

It was a moonlighted night and we were sitting on a street. The moon was not so strong to overflow everything with its puzzling light but it was nearly sufficient for drawing the footsteps. I was thinking… may be it’s a dream. But it was drizzling to make me awake and realize it’s actually not a...
Saturday, August 16, 2008 | 01:13

maresias…

sometime we need to burst into tears… the sorrows needed to spring out. but very few lucky person can make it. who can guarantee the happiness? its too relative… you can’t be sure. you can’t say you’ll be happy or sorry only for your own reasons… i don’t...
Friday, August 01, 2008 | 02:17
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