A poet looking at the sky at night, a boxer looking for his next fight. A starlet looking at her own face, a padre looking for a state of grace. In a...
I couldn't see him… then the cloud shifted and there he was, glittering in the night sky, hovering over the greenhouse with his tail pointing to The...
“Tanzen bitte… you dancing?” “Ja.” “Du bist ein liebling… a little cracker.” “Ja, ja.” “Mine hertz ist on fire... I fancy yer like mad.” “Ja, ja, ja...