sábado, outubro 16, 2010
"I sense the mailman's fear as he opened the gate. It was like a warm stench in the air – so thick you could cut it with a knife. Suddenly I felt myself growing dizzy – as if the fear was some powerful drug. The entire yard began reeling. And then I heard his soft, plump calves begin calling to me: Zeeeeek... Zeeeeek..., bite us, Zeeeeek... biiiiite uuuuusss..."
terça-feira, outubro 05, 2010
domingo, outubro 03, 2010
He remembered his fingers slowly diving across curly hair, as both bodies made the most out of a small matress on the floor. Love was there to tie them through dawn's early light. For the first time love took form and a scent.