I invent stories, sometimes they need to be written.
Carpe Diem Tempus Fugit.
Seven Kingdoms fight for a Throne. Daenerys has three Dragons and conquers John Snow. Darkness is gone for the braveness of the North,
By ema11 months ago in Critique
You wait for me every day to cry, to laugh, to pray Your silence maybe is the key When I'm tired even to be When I softly lie in your arms,
By ema11 months ago in Poets
I met you when I was a teen, I didn’t like you then. I didn’t want to go out with you, I felt like people kept on watching me because of you.
For some years now, the month of August is a pending period. As if the world slowed down a bit. In Italy, August has always been the month of holidays. Schools are closed and there are many travellers crowding the streets.
By ema11 months ago in Journal
"Do you know why there are stars in the sky?" The old master asked his students the question without taking his eyes off the book. It was evening now, and his eyes were having trouble concentrating in the candlelight.
By ema11 months ago in Fiction
Many years ago, at the origin of the world, humanity didn't need eyes, only the Gods could see. Touch, smell, hearing, and taste were so refined that men and women could experience and enjoy the beauties of the planet in the best possible way.
Source Image I'm an Italian native speaker, I don't remember exactly why I chose to study foreign languages. It was an instinctive gesture, something you like, without really knowing why.
By ema12 months ago in Education
The rose does not know it is a rose. At first, it's just a set of faded and uncertain lines that slowly take shape. If the dark spots are the first to appear, the rose may think it is a mysterious and profound being. Sometimes, however, it can think of being dark, heavy, and invisible to most.
By ema12 months ago in Art
A little fish in the ocean, afraid of the big fishes, he swims around with caution, and hides behind the bushes. He’s scared of the unknown, and what he can’t control,
By emaabout a year ago in Poets
Is life stressful? Do responsibilities suffocate you? Does everyone expect too much from you? Here is the first tutorial to turn yourself into a Cactus and live happily ever after!
By emaabout a year ago in Humor
The candlelight flickered as I tried to focus on the miniature. The monastery was enveloped in silence, with only a few coughs or the creak of a chair, while the monks hunched over their desks, were busy reproducing the manuscripts.
By emaabout a year ago in History
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