Bosnian Pot Stew
There are times when I do not know what to cook (and cook one must). I overturn inwardly, my bowels, and I'm deaf to their ideas. I take " disheveled scrap-scratch pad" - a home cookbook (Food network does…
Rock me baby
I can part with anything . Mine. In material terms. That what was my treasure. Memories. I got them for a whole tanker. From the matches with whom someone I loved used to light up his cigarette, to the napkin…
Town
I'd love to meet you in this distant town, just like that, by the way, strolling on the pier like this, on the line in the middle of the sea, above the blue sky, not knowing if I walk…
Teddy
I asked him if I could photographed him. He nodded affirmatively. How beautiful he was! He shook his head like old men do, who still carry life only in their eyes, like those who have seen many sorrows and passed…