Itane Vero

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StoryImitation of Christ Itane Vero010 years 7 months ago
StoryWaiting for the sun Itane Vero010 years 8 months ago
StoryHeaven that's us Itane Vero010 years 8 months ago
StoryA tint of Today Itane Vero011 years 1 month ago
StoryJolly acrobat Itane Vero111 years 1 month ago
StoryFrom here to there Itane Vero111 years 2 months ago
StoryAin't no valley low enough Itane Vero011 years 2 months ago
StoryVagrant Itane Vero211 years 2 months ago
StoryThe consolation of Bach Itane Vero211 years 2 months ago
StoryListen to the madman Itane Vero011 years 3 months ago
StoryPur sang Itane Vero211 years 3 months ago
StoryIlluminated shadows Itane Vero211 years 3 months ago
StorySaved by Mondrian Itane Vero611 years 3 months ago
StoryThe mushroom season Itane Vero011 years 3 months ago
StoryReality check Itane Vero211 years 4 months ago
StoryA sort of homecoming Itane Vero311 years 4 months ago
StoryRationalists will wear sombreros Itane Vero211 years 4 months ago
StorySpirit awake Itane Vero411 years 4 months ago
StoryGospel song Itane Vero211 years 5 months ago
StoryGenesis Itane Vero011 years 5 months ago
StoryDoolally Itane Vero211 years 5 months ago
StoryMythology Itane Vero111 years 5 months ago
StoryDon Quichotte Itane Vero311 years 5 months ago
StoryParable of the punctured ball Itane Vero211 years 5 months ago
StorySummer hit 2013 Itane Vero111 years 5 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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