#VisDare 113: Limbo

Is this rock my last prisonĀ on earth, is this solitude my punishment, this rain my future? The rain won’t stop, as the poet once said: it rains in my heart as it rains on the city, the city where we once lived… This deluge is not only for me: it is for all those lostContinue reading “#VisDare 113: Limbo”