Itane Vero

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StoryRenaissance Itane Vero010 years 1 month ago
StoryTale of two lives Itane Vero010 years 1 month ago
StoryOrganic (1) Itane Vero010 years 1 month ago
StoryRealization Itane Vero310 years 1 month ago
StoryAutumn sonata Itane Vero210 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat is it to live a good life? Itane Vero010 years 2 months ago
StoryGrass jargon Itane Vero210 years 2 months ago
StoryThe most beautiful morning Itane Vero110 years 2 months ago
StoryI thirst (part2) Itane Vero110 years 2 months ago
StoryMaybe this will help Itane Vero010 years 2 months ago
StoryI thirst (part 1) Itane Vero010 years 2 months ago
StoryConfrontation Itane Vero010 years 2 months ago
StoryYou have seen nothing yet (I.P.) Itane Vero010 years 2 months ago
StoryHokey pokey Itane Vero410 years 2 months ago
StoryWhy some fish do fly Itane Vero110 years 3 months ago
StoryAfter the flood Itane Vero310 years 3 months ago
StoryTravelogue Itane Vero510 years 3 months ago
StoryHorizonlove Itane Vero110 years 3 months ago
StoryClarinet at sea Itane Vero010 years 3 months ago
StoryHeaven breaks loose Itane Vero010 years 5 months ago
StoryImitation of Christ Itane Vero010 years 5 months ago
StoryWaiting for the sun Itane Vero010 years 5 months ago
StoryHeaven that's us Itane Vero010 years 6 months ago
StoryA tint of Today Itane Vero010 years 11 months ago
StoryJolly acrobat Itane Vero110 years 11 months ago

My stories

That first light

When there was no light: could one describe the darkness? Could you still speak of the night? Of things being pitch black? Was everything just silent...
Cherry

The moon is all bluish tonight

It is a fierce, hard blow. I close my eyes in fear, my hands hold the steering wheel as if it were a lifebuoy. My breathing is heavy and difficult...
Cherry

The day echoes like laughter

And one day it finally happens. Although I had postponed the plan for so long and so many times. Every morning when I got up and had in mind to...
Gold cherry

Just like starting over

I recognized him by his eyes. Those deep, penetrating eyes. He never looked at you. He observed you, analyzed you. As if you were an object of study...

What about the yellow flowers?

She squeezes my hands like my fingers are thin lemons. I'll let her. I do not dare to look at her. But I know she's biting her lips; I realize there...
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