Itane Vero

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StorySound of laughing Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StorySurvival instinct Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryCreativity Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryIt makes me wonder Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryTo start today Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryThe history of wine Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryExamples of a new life Itane Vero111 years 12 months ago
StorySalvation Itane Vero211 years 12 months ago
StoryReligion for beginners Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryOr call it peace Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryAlchemy Itane Vero211 years 12 months ago
StoryWhy have you forsaken me Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryThe old song will not declare itself Itane Vero012 years 1 week ago
StoryEighteen Sheets to the Wind ralph012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryiFun iDrew012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOn Sizzling Days Jane Hyphen012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySomething about the heat of the sun Itane Vero012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEarth's the right place for love Itane Vero012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryGarbage blues Itane Vero212 years 1 month ago
StoryThe poor in spirit Itane Vero412 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat we do Itane Vero212 years 1 month ago
StoryLike old friends do Itane Vero212 years 2 months ago
StoryIs this desire Itane Vero412 years 2 months ago

My stories

Listen to the madman

Why this wobbly weakness for prophets? For pale persons in camelhair overcoats who love to eat locusts and wild honey? For dry creatures who like the...

Pur sang

Looking for a present. I open the door of the candy store. A bell tinkles. An angel who plays enthusiastically the triangle? On the shelves, in the...

Illuminated shadows

Because we do not have all the answers. What is the colour of happiness? How much does love weigh? The void thus created. Is that our live? Is that...
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Cherry

Saved by Mondrian

Drossy black. Pitch black. Bakelite black. Night black. Autumn black. Horizon black. Classic black. Attic black. Last curtain black. Mute black...

The mushroom season

Indeed. We never decided to do so. To love each other. We have never set any targets. Nor did we compose a project team. I can't remember that there...

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