Itane Vero

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StoryPrima vista Itane Vero06 months 6 days ago
StoryNerveless sunlight in a troubled world Itane Vero16 months 2 weeks ago
StoryTrue colours Itane Vero07 months 1 week ago
StoryThe world we live in Itane Vero07 months 2 weeks ago
StoryAbout koalas Itane Vero27 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe good life Itane Vero08 months 1 week ago
StoryA confession Itane Vero28 months 2 weeks ago
StorySimplicity meets its riddle Itane Vero48 months 3 weeks ago
StoryCities contemplating jazz Itane Vero69 months 12 hours ago
StoryThe machinery of night Itane Vero49 months 6 days ago
StoryLooking for a happy fix Itane Vero39 months 1 week ago
StoryA hero could save us Itane Vero29 months 3 weeks ago
StoryHomemade pizza Itane Vero110 months 2 weeks ago
StoryMotley crew Itane Vero010 months 3 weeks ago
StoryMany shaky answers Itane Vero111 months 3 days ago
StoryGlimpse of brighter skies Itane Vero111 months 2 weeks ago
StoryCount that last day Itane Vero711 months 3 weeks ago
StoryA sorry tale Itane Vero011 months 3 weeks ago
StoryDown to earth Itane Vero41 year 3 days ago
StoryCoarse sunlight Itane Vero11 year 1 month ago
StoryCuriosity Itane Vero01 year 12 months ago
StoryExpectations Itane Vero04 years 2 weeks ago
StoryImaging Itane Vero04 years 4 weeks ago
StoryNo wonder Itane Vero04 years 1 month ago
StoryTrembling soul Itane Vero04 years 3 months ago

My stories

On humanity

She's not something you buy on the market, like carrots, socks, vacuum cleaner bags. Maybe she is a present for people who are in a desperate need...

That first light

When there was no light: could one describe the darkness? Could you still speak of the night? Of things being pitch black? Was everything just silent...
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Cherry

The moon is all bluish tonight

It is a fierce, hard blow. I close my eyes in fear, my hands hold the steering wheel as if it were a lifebuoy. My breathing is heavy and difficult...
Cherry

The day echoes like laughter

And one day it finally happens. Although I had postponed the plan for so long and so many times. Every morning when I got up and had in mind to...
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Gold cherry

Just like starting over

I recognized him by his eyes. Those deep, penetrating eyes. He never looked at you. He observed you, analyzed you. As if you were an object of study...

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