Dely Cristian Marian

seems that anyone has clues to misdirections I\'ve learnt to silence my rush sincerely hiding the truth a dream-way unwraps into space like a park for a walk of senses some can feel it

Sugar-white fingers... I\'m tasting an apple pie made by her hands

Getting your skin covered with mud may be good for health or it can make you look like a swine with a tie. Even both.

surrounded by fog only the first step seems safe - no time for jogging

What bugs me the most is that my father was schizophrenic and there is a good chance that I inherited something from him. One day, he got out of hospital, after a treatment, met some friends and

her eyes sparkling in the night - fireworks

I have never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A little bird will fall dead, frozen from a bough, without ever having felt sorry for itself.

The sun had got into my room through the shutters. I woke up running the dream that\'s been disappearing among chimeras. The cold had covered itself into the sunlight among rays. My

Shoal of fish - art of survival in an aquatic cloud.