Nudity
by Sam Terri
One day I realized the need for solitary moments of nudity.
, Sam Terri
Ella and Sam
22 de abril de 2015
Sky
by Ella A.
Intoxicated by chlorine and in the middle of so much blue, the frog started to believe it was swimming in the sky, but it was only a pool.
, Ella A.
9 de abril de 2015
Attempt of the perpetual tale
by Ella A.
He could not adapt to how ephemeral the world is, and in the struggle in pursuit of the perpetual, he eventually died early and was considered ephemeral himself.
, Ella A.
31 de março de 2015
Shoe
by Sam Terri
You can’t imagine the amount of fulfillment that fits in a scapin size 11.
, Sam Terri
23 de março de 2015
Morning
by Ella A.
That morning looked like the end of the afternoon. It felt like it was done, like it was enough. Like it was over. Final.
Yesterday was not there anymore, and tomorrow never came.
That morning was suffering by anticipation and by delay, fearing the future and anguishing the past. That morning, once it was over, it already hadn’t existed for a while.
Tranquility sometimes is so distressing.
, Ella A.
23 de março de 2015
Show me yours and I’ll show you mine
by Sam Terri
Show me yours and I’ll show you mine (as long as mine and yours are not feelings).
, Sam Terri.
23 de março de 2015
Tree trunk
by Ella A.
His fingers were so thick and long that they ressembled thick and long roots that held a pudgy stocky trunk, which was actually just a regular arm. But actually, he just wanted to hear the noise of the dry leaves.
, Ella A.
23 de março de 2015
Shameful
by Sam Terri
I can’t say if it was shame, or christian’s guilt.
In my most immoral way I tried to convert you; to convert the shame into randiness, the guilt into foreplay, the shameful into shameless.
But all you did was watch. You were sitting, while wishing to be on all-fours; you were tied up in invisible strings, wishing for real ones; you were covering your parts, that were trying so hard to show.
All I was able to do was give up.
, Sam Terri
