Creativity

The Smile For M.D. and her son H. The night before he had read the reviews of his exhibition, on top of the bed, one arm around Sanda’s waist, a glass of vodka in her …

1. it wasn’t me, don’t you see, in that crowd, it was not my hands, touching each other, not my hands, especially, I say once again, especially this, and I could not hold them, all …

Inside the Bar Eugenio it was warm and light and smelling deliciously of coffee. Outside the mountain air was the opposite—chill, dark and remote. I thanked myself for seeking a haven rather than continuing to …

Kevin La giovane mamma, le mani sui fianchi come Colombina, in piedi accanto al tavolo rotondo, affollato da una moltitudine di parenti di cosa hanno mangiato oggi di occhi sulla sua gonna drappeggiata d’argento come …