Are also know as the freckles of the night.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
041 - The stars.
Monday, July 30, 2012
040 - The forties, wrinkles and menopause.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
039 - The countdown.
He's been waiting for it so long, that when he realized that the time was coming, he started to count how many minutes he had left.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
038 - Tip, tip, tip, tip...
Every night, the leak doesn't let him sleep, and between curses he swears: "Tomorrow I'll get it fixed."
Friday, July 27, 2012
037 - Playing dead.
It fell asleep practicing the new trick it had learned to impress its master, and when he woke up, his master had already flushed it away.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
036 - From love to hate there's only one step away.
So as I walk, I felt that I loved you, that I hated you, that I loved you, that I hated you, that I loved you...
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
035 - The Red Queen.
She walked graciously through the Royal Gardens, checking that every single rose in it were red, and making awful jokes that everyone had to laugh at if they wanted to keep their heads on.
Monday, July 23, 2012
034 - The Lefty Man.
Tired of being called by this stupid nickname, he learned how to write and throw the ball with his right hand.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
033 - A cup of tea in a hot afternoon.
- God, it's hot!
- Here, have a cup of tea.
- Why, but a cup of tea, which is a warm beverage, will not refresh me.
- Yes, I do know that, but it is the only thing I have to offer you.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
032 - The little grasshopper.
He hopped and hopped through fully paved city wondering the origin of his name and his raison d'etre.
