A love letter to all things roman in italy. Read Italy by the city and other travels. Standing at the ruins on a quiet roman night. Posted on April 28, 2015. Rome is pieced together by fragments old and new; a broken clay pile of people who have lived and died, and are forgotten, rivaling the Monte Testaccio in size and obscurity. Rome is the heaviness of time. It is the marks left on humanity. It is a walkable history book, forever unfolding its pages. 8216;Just let me r.

Sensing the interconnectedness of language and ideas. Rust grows its red beard aboard the ark. Among the planks with foot rot. From the crowded occupation of metal and wood,. Bags of cement or compost,. Unused rolls of chicken fence mesh breathing,. Obsolete workshop machinery in stasis,.

The future is ours to create. What I learned from years of high functioning depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem. Posted in Building our future. An article definitely worth reading from Cristian Mihai. I am writing this article because I understand.

தஸ த வ ய ஸ க ய ன கரமச வ சக தரர கள. அப ப என ன இர க க றத? ய ர தண டன ப ற வத? உண ம ய ன க ல ய ள தற க ல ச ய த இறந த வ ட ம ப த , க ல ச ய ய ந ன த த மகன ட ம ர சந தர ப பச ட ச யங கள வழ ய கத தண டன ப ற க ற ர . ச த த ன தன ன க ள க க கள ப ப ட ட நரகத த ற க இழ த த ச ச ல வத உற த . ஆன ல ம அங க இர ம ப க க ள க க கள எப பட இர க க ம? என ன க ள க க கள ல த க க க கட ட வ ட வசத கள நரகத த ல இர க க றத? என ஃப ய தர ப வ ல வ ட ச கரமச வ க ட பத ச ர கம , நரகம என ற கர த த க கத த ய தகர க க ம. ஆன ல ம கச ச ர க கம க.

Poetry with a knife edge! Midnight Alley by Bradford Middleton. Midnight has come and I feel as lonely as hell. The idea of finding a woman in a bar, no chance of that. Not in this town, not in this lifetime. The need for a late night erotic fumble have reached unbearable levels. With the kind of money I got right now.

Howard, please call your office. Before we can propose a way back, we have to figure out how we got lost. The Resurgence of the Real.

A trip through life, punctuated via travels. You are the only one complaining. Says a political party supporter during their campaign for the local elections happening currently in Bangalore. This event is significant because it raises two very important issues according to me. 1 Why is our tolerance to pain so high in this country? .

Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time. Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time. Every night she is staring at the very same mirror, smeared with strangers staring back. Every night her soul is floating in the space between her face and this estranged reflection. All that I Can See. Her peaceful smile is more of a ritual, rather than an expression of joy, as i.

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