Only the Lonely
It was something small; could not distinguish exactly what. It was night and dark and it was standing on soil, mud everywhere; impossible to say what that could have been. It took a while until the rain was gone. After few sunny days, it was no longer there, at least not the way it used to be. It was a little bit of green… small and green. Looking around, saw it’s up on the hill, windy almost...
March 18th, 2011 by admin
Stairs
Where do the stairs go? We defined them as being “hungarian style” stairs.
April 10th, 2010 by admin
