Islander                                                       …

The wind was strong, and the clothes hanging all along the barbed wire fence began to fall. From the doorway, she saw the violent path of the leaves and the dirt swept along the ground. They ran, returned,…

Il y a des natures purement contemplatives et tout à fait impropres à l’action, qui cependant, sous une impulsion mystérieuse et inconnue, agissent quelquefois avec une rapidité…

The man stood for hours before the tiny stone, gazing at nothing, much less the aforementioned stone. Finally, his lips opened like a clam, and out came a baritone voice. Atop the rows of acácias,…

18ème arrondissementTo Nuno JúdiceThesculptors of Montmartre must havestudied anatomy (in depth)to chisel such beauty into theirsacred figures. Orelse wandered around (from brotheltobrothel)…