There was no god, he knew, only fantasies and illusions of hope, but she was still an angel and there had to be a better place for her. A land without maps where all that mattered was to love and be loved. Almasay Char. Study

A story of friendship

But here, in the syntax of simony. Drabble.

The sky, too, is a lake. Drabble.

Hana leans forward, sensing his drifting, watching him, not saying a word. Who is she, this woman" Drabble.

Death, after all, dissolves all boundaries, all lines of latitude and longitude.

Un lío entre chicas jóvenes que esconde un pequeño misterio.