When Music Is Stronger Than Evil

”I’m not sure if I would know how to write about music”, I told him. He looks at me silently, while the ash falls off from the cigarette and on the table. I don’t know if he heard me or if the words remained lost in a between-time of sorts, in that moment when one […]

Nona And Her Madam

Dies slowly he who does not travel, who does not read,  who does not listen to music, who finds no charm in himself. …  Dies slowly he who transforms himself to a slave of habit, repeating every day on the same path, who does not change routine, who does not risk to wear a new […]