Σε τι γλώσσα να γράψω για σένα; Τη δική σου ή τη δική μου Ή μήπως κάποια τρίτη, ξέχωρη A part of us and apart from us Something that neither of us will understand But both will learn to live with.
Author: marita379
Balkan Anti-Hogwarts: Prologue
Georgetta looked at her sleeping granddaughter and sighed. Raluca was still small, but she was a healthy baby, cheerful and alert. She took after Georgetta’s late husband, she thought, all dark skin and dimples. It was late and the child was still awake, looking up at her with her mother’s bright blue eyes. Normally she […]
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Εχτές το σπίτι απέναντι μου στόλισε. Χριστούγεννα το Νοέμβρη σαν καλοί πολίτες του κόσμου. Χριστούγεννα από το Νοέμβρη για να προλάβεις να πάρεις δώρα, κάρτες, γλυκά, κοκα κολες. Να γεμίσεις στομάχια που πάνε να σκάσουν. Γύρω μου συνέχεια κόσμος, πάει, έρχεται, με σπρώχνουν χωρίς να το συνειδητοποιούν κι εγώ κάνω στην άκρη και ζητάω συγνώμη, […]
O Τζάκ και τα περιστέρια: Η πρώτη σκηνή μιας ιστορίας που κανείς δεν έχει γράψει ακόμα
It was a bright, beautiful morning, the sun was gently shining, songbirds were gently singing somewhere probably, and the pigeons were already gently gathering in the park, vast armies of grey and purple and green waiting for the first person who would give them food, willingly or unwillingly. Of course, Jack was still asleep on […]
How’s that for a Chamber of Secrets?
Stress is a snake moving inside my chest
Dedication: To Beatrice
“I don’t know how to talk to you without a script between us.” ΠΡΟΣΩΠΑ: Κιτ, 25 χρονών, συγγραφέας, περιστασιακά δημοσιογράφος, ψεύτρα Ο, ηθοποιός, 35 29 27 χρονών, ψεύτης Λ, ερωτευμένος Βεατρίκη, 28 χρονών, ποιήτρια, ηθοποιός, αλλά όχι ερωτευμένη
summer lovin’ (had me a blast)
You stay with me like tan lines the imprint of a sun that hasn’t kissed my skin for months always reminding me that summer, like the pastis not another country. I can’t escape the thought of you by hiding in the rain.