The travellers

It seems this summer is treating me with a whiff of autumn, and deep inside, I love people’s repetitive complaints; I love it sincerely. Autumn is more evident back home. The trees are confused; they shake off leaves with indecisiveness, indicating a spoon full of indifference. And this is it. Nothing really matters. I took Read More …

Date the dad

My all-time favourite god has three sons, and sometimes I wonder which one I would date. Zeus strikes me as a jock, so I’d rather not. Besides, he is the manwhore that impregnates everything that moves. Poseidon abandons you after a one-night-stand. And there is Hades, who gets the leftovers of what is no longer Read More …