The Pretext
Joney looked at this life and he mostly saw insignificant events, untold truths and badly performed, sad comedies. He wanted his life to...
My Night Companion
I write these few words in my apartment in Paris. It is 4am. I am drunk. We spent the evening at the Crazy Horse in Paris. We were five...
The Fiery Lover
On one summer day he told me: “I have a Dupont lighter, I had it for a long time and it has been sitting in the closet for few years. I...