The Death of a Phone Call

It used to be like a God, it used to come like a thunder, something which could change everything out of the blue, the day, the night everything could change only from few words …. a short tale over the phone. Everything change only with a sudden phone call, so easy. No one can call … Continue Reading

Isabella from Yesterday

Every other day, I can only remember my dark sunglasses mirrored upon the windows of the bus. They reflect the world they see, but I am not looking at them, I am traveling in the memories of my memory, a silent journey, a long one, I am hidden beneath the sounds of nature, the loud … Continue Reading