Yutka

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StoryWe, the Settlers Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat will remain of them? Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryVenom Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhisper your words in my lap Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhen we are living in the void of heaven Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryYou will find Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhile I am waiting Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat have they done with my Jimmy? Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryWarped driftwood Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryWords Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryYou have come through Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryYour voice is like the opium Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhite Souls Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryLost source Yutka213 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Story Eliza told Otto on their wedding night. Yutka013 years 1 month ago
Storysolace Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryShow me Yutka113 years 1 month ago
StoryObservations of an old lady Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Monster Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryReport Yutka213 years 1 month ago
StoryRescue team Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StorySpirit Yutka113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe blue and long lost Yutka013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Other Land Yutka113 years 1 month ago
Storypink rose glasses Yutka013 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Enslaved

“No one is more a slave than he who thinks himself free of being one”J.W.von Goethe Count us over and over, cut us into so many shapes at any time,...

We stand at a loss

Loosened in winds, how returns are always in vain ... Something rescinds, as if by a leaving train we stand at a loss. Nothing leads back across our...
Cherry

XANADIAN RHAPSODY

Samuele is a composer from Milano, whose bells and cymbals carry delights from the Orient. A saxophone’s malleable core sound flows into Alph the...
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Do not shed tears

(Villanelle) Do not shed tears when dreams have not come true. And don’t regret those moments that are lost. Regret stops heart from knowing what to...
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Cherry

Reading on a rainy evening

The hours went. Since I was sitting still, I listened to the rain’s uneven sounds, as if it answered to the wind’s remark. My book was dark. It’s...

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