Intermediate is the level for this piece of joke. (Mr W.A. NYC helped me find the tone for the characters, I guess some Gerschwin piano might be the music) Imagine Casabianca, the sea, the german ...
Hotels, I like the ones with a soul, what I consider is a human face and spirit that let you love them at first sight, not because of high technology sofas and flat screens but, indeed because of ...
Humor is certainly an art, that requires a master hand, not to become an insult or some dirty ugly drawing. Playing in the mud is a thing, asking galleries to show your sexy body's prints is ...
M.Poe's son was playing in the attic of Grand-ma's house when, in a box, he found a game, throwing the dice, he travelled abroad, I mean in other dimensions. Unlucky, he was for he just could not ...
I was recalled a movie by recent events, which happened to be the result of some weird behavior. Location: Pacific waters, a man, not the kind of officiers kicking blonde waves, keeps on ...
We're a couple of swells, like Fred and Dear Mr Gable's penpal. Video games are sometimes more instructives about profiles than a M. Webster, which is quite a sum of words and would do himself. ...
Long ago, in a galaxy where the net was dedicated to non-civilian chores, boys and girls used to visit their bookstores every week so as to get their favorite comics. It is to be known that in ...
I consider I have been a lucky boy for my hometown had, what in thoses times, was rare: a large library, where my mother took me in my youth years. As it was near by our house, I quickly took the ...
Once bitten, twice shy. Experience as the key to evolution and growth and as a logic in synaps connection. We love what provides pleasure and comfort, and dislike what is hostile. Is it that ...
Feeling the warm of a horse on your chest under a stormy day, there is nothing like it. Nothing like the perfect harmony between a rider and the marvel of the mare taking him miles around. I ...
Living on the top of the hill has been the priviledge of historians since the beginning of times. And talking about history, western history, how do we know when Jesus was born, how can we ...
Many times, up ahead in the distance, we saw a shimmering light, and wondered inside our tub what could have been the dancing light ? Binoculars, fog, unknown shores, unknown phenomenon, ...
Mid-eighties. Eighty-six, I would say. We were teenagers and the walkman we all had were colorful plastic boxes. One of the tune, "Saving all my love for you", Whitney already a hit and a ...
How the hell do you do, this? keeps on asking my friend, when, by his side, I let him say that apparently I leap from here to there, without letting him understand the last of it. Not simply a ...
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Through the desert sands they walked hundred miles, with mules and camels, till they found the so-hoped well with its bright waters under the blue ocean sky...