Faraway #writephoto

Faraway   Low tide: it is as if the world, the ocean, had wanted to withdraw, to retire, at the other end, on the other side, perhaps to another galaxy. The written words cannot be erased, nor the broken promises forgotten. The heroes have gone, their shadows melted… faraway, in an unknown land, only remainsContinue reading “Faraway #writephoto”

#FiveSentenceFiction: Purple

In the dead of night I think of you. The scenery often changes: from the sands of the desert to the snows on the high mountains peaks. Often the shapes change too, and the sky from time to time: courage knows no colour, courage knows no gender, courage is simple. Soon is your graduation, myContinue reading “#FiveSentenceFiction: Purple”