by kakkalakki When he told her he would leave her, she was not surprised. She was not afraid. In fact, her only emotion was sadness. Sadness flowed through her and she understood that the time had come where she would experience pain instead of happiness. All her arrogant assumptions that she would get what she [...]
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Coupling
November 30, 2009
“First kitsch”
October 31, 2009
by &c. A girl on a bicycle, laughing as she darts a glance at the boys behind her. One is carefully balancing the other on the handlebars of his bicycle. Casually, despite the concentration the pose must have required, he offers, “La première fois où j’ai dansé sur scène c’était là, au Petit Théâtre. » Milan [...]
Sous la pluie
October 31, 2009
by smallbluething Les lances du soleil se figent dans le sol humide et percent les ombres qui s’enfuient, nues et vides. La pluie tombe; cette odeur que parfois l’herbe laisse monter, chaude et vague. Les mains des enfants sont toujours aussi sales, sous la pluie, les doigts crottés de terre et de feuilles. Alors, on [...]
